The tragedy of a civilian who wanted to return to his home after his displacement, so the Houthi mines killed his joy and amputated his foot
English - Monday 01 February 2021 الساعة 02:04 pm
Distributor, NewsYemen, Exclusive:
When the terrorist Houthi militia took control of the Mawza district, Ali Ahmed Bouery decided to leave the village of Al-Sfaliyah, after the militias turned it into a place to Firing shells on other areas.
Boeri says to NewsYemen, I left it with my family of five in the hope that we would find in another safe area that we are looking for, to settle us in the village of Wahaja, and for a year and a half of her stay there was my longing to return, because the memories of the place and childhood dreams are still Stuck in my mind and pushes me back to it quickly.
I did not wait long for my dream to be fulfilled, as the terrorist Houthi militia was expelled by the joint forces, and I quickly returned to take off the robe of forced displacement for a year and a half and replace it with the garment of stability, security and safety.
We arrived at the village, and that was two days after its liberation, I touched its soil because I knew its fate due to our suffering in displacement, but I did not know that the Houthi militia had flooded it with landmines.
I arrived at five in the afternoon and arranged the house, but after the sunset prayer, when the night began to close, I began to have some fears that something would happen to my family members. To the sheep farm, which was a few meters away from the house, and as soon as I put my feet at the gate of the sheep farm I heard a loud explosion, but I only woke up in Saber Hospital in Aden, and my feet were amputated.
After weeks of treatment, I went back to my village again, but I had one foot and a crutch that helped me to walk. I sat for several months at home so that I could adapt to the situation I was in, and I was waiting for an organization to help me buy an artificial foot after losing my foot, But no one did.
I felt that I would turn into a disabled person who is incapable of working even though I am still 30 years old, so I decided to return to the work I did before, selling fish.
I learned to drive a motorbike, so that I could go at night to buy fish from Mokha, or pickle or do a door, and return in the morning to sell it at the Mawze district center.
Despite the severity of my fatigue and suffering, I will not succumb to defeat to leave my children without support.
