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Bahrain Mirror (Exclusive): “Every time his father told him not to go out for the protests, he would reply: Are those who sacrifice for the sake of freedom better than me?” That argument is repeated by every young man when their parents try to prevent them from participating in the protests. Ahmed Ismail was the last one who said it, and eventually was among those who sacrifice.

Details of the Murder

EA World News correspondent ran a detailed interview with first hand eyewitnesses and accurately posted the murder details
“On Friday night, at 11:30 p.m. (2030 GMT) a peaceful protest started in the village of Salmabad, behind the graveyard, near the roundabout on the road. In less than 30 minutes, three riot police SUVs dispersed the protests, knocking down the roadblocks that been placed by demonstraors the road and trying to run over the youths. One of the protesters fell down and the riot police gathered around him; he was beaten, arrested, and taken away.

After the police departed, the protesters regrouped and started march to the main road. About midnight, a civilian Toyota Land Cruiser appeared and a man inside fired five or six rounds, forcing the protesters to retreat inside the village beside the graveyard. When the dark grey Land Cruiser saw them, it tried to break into the village, hitting the barriers. Five or six more shots were fired, with the bullets hitting a building and a street light.

The Land Cruiser left the village and parked on the roundabout near AMA University, as the protesters went out again to the main road in front of the graveyard. Ahmed Ismail was standing in a yard near the main road. The Land Cruiser was pointing red laser beams at the youths.

About 12:30 a.m., the protesters decided to return to the village. As they departed, a man inside the Land Cruiser fired again. Ahmed Ismail Hassan was shot in the lower abdomen [Note: the wound was later established to be in the upper right thigh].

When Ahmed was shot, he shouted and tried to run for about 20 feet until he fell. One of the protesters tried to help him walk from the scene until Ahmed fainted. Other youths gathered and carried him inside the village, taking him to a house where he had first aid before taking him to the hospital.” [1]

The Intelligence in the Hospital: The Fun of Schadenfreude

“The bullet penetrated Ahmed’s right thigh. It entered from a side and left out of the other” According to Dr. Mohammed Al-Seif, a cousin of Ahmed who accompanied him on his death journey. The doctor said that the intelligence agents were trying to drag the martyr’s relatives while in hospital to say that the incident was due to a fight or traffic accident, while all the doctors agreed that the wound was inflicted by a bullet not anything else.

The doctor expressed his displeasure with the Ministry of Interior members in the hospital. He said that they were filming us as they were enjoying a movie. They did not offer any help. They were dozens of them who surrounded us. They did not intervene. They were filming while they family was crying.

Dr. Al-Seif looked sad remembering Ahmed and his sister were always standing together on the footpath to take pictures. They liked that and by time they turned witnesses on the incidents. However, Ahmed has become one of the victims. “Security in this country is for particular people only” Said the doctor.

My brother has died

Nadia Ismail, Ahmed’s sister accompanied him the Bahrain International Hospital. She saw his wound and bleeding, despite the horror and pain she was helping out her parents. There was a great secret in her steadfastness. She witnessed the stages of Ahmed’s death until his last breath. When he died, she screamed: “Now, Ahmed’s in a better place! My brother has died.”
The authorities murdered a witness on their crimes. Then they asked witnesses for his murder. Ahmed’s blood stained Salmabad village, stained the car that he propped to clinging to life, coloured the home carpet where he lay among his friends of sacrifice, and stained the seat of the car the transported him to hospital.

Ahmed’s family decorated their house. They decided to receive the congratulations not solace. His father went to the spot where he had fallen to bless it and inspired by it. Nadia whispers to him: “All I have at death glory is a defiant head and anger.”