المنصورة: لكلٍ نصيب من اسمه

المنصورة: لكلٍ من اسمه نصيب. لقاءات مع أسرة الشهيد حسام خاطر و مصابين المنصورة من إعتداء الإخوان وا لداخلية.
Mansoura: Tp everyone named Nuseib. Interviews with the family of the martyre Hussam Khater and to those in Mansoura injured in attacks by the Muslim Brotherhood and the Ministry of the Interior.

I saw the armoured vehicle hit someone.

I ran with the ones who started running

to help carry the kid it hit.

I didn't know it was my brother at first.

We carried him and went into a narrow street.

I recognised him from the T-shirt he was wearing.

I turned his face towards me. It was my brother.

I was in shock.

I didn't know what I was doing.

I kept slapping my face and screaming "My brother!"

Things have been escalating since January 25, 2013.

But things escalated much faster starting from the Sunday the call to civil disobedience was made

There was surprising sympathy towards us from the governorate building employees and they joined us

It was a very successful day. There were 2000-3000 people filling the square

and the governorate building closed.

After that success we decided to continue on Monday in the same way.

However, when we got to the governorate building it was strangely closed.

They had closed the gate after the employees arrived and they wouldn't let them out like before.

Members of the Brotherhood formed a human barrier in front of the gate.

The employees leaned out of the windows and chanted with us except for one window

from which similar-looking [bearded] people threw stones and broken glass at us and swore at us

in very strong language. Boiling water was thrown at us.

We were targeted, like booty.

They attacked us verbally and with stones.

They slapped my mother across the face and spat at her.

"Tell us who paid you, you heathen!" they told her.

Mrs. Faten, who was next to me, was beaten across the eyes with a rock.

Their treatment of women was a huge surprise to me.

_ didn't often go to protests. He spent most of his time working.

On the day he was martyred he was going to pick his wife up from _.

He got into the car to go from Talkha to _

When he couldn't get through the governorate building area, he got out and walked.

He asked a group of guys and they told him they'd seen me on Suez Canal St. wearing a galabeya.

He said he'd go check on me because my leg was injured and I was wearing the galabeya.

An ambulance arrived and the medic came out to carry him into the ambulance

He saw him and said, "He's dead. We don't take the dead," and got back in and took off.

We found a motorcycle ambulance, and he took Hussam's body on it to the hospital.

The doctors received us at the hospital and took him to a room.

One said, "He was dead on arrival, but we're going to try anyway."

15-20 minutes later they offered me their condolences and took him to the morgue.

On Saturday we buried the martyr Hussam who was crushed by a police APC the day before.

The police attacked the funeral procession with birdshot and tear gas.

Our nerves were stretched tight with the funeral and the dead man.

Saturday 2/3/2013, the funeral of Hossam El Din Abdullah, killed in Mansoura in protests against Muslim Brotherhood rule.

Suez Canal St, Mansoura, March 3, 2013

They attacked us at the funeral!

An APC chased us as we stood on Suez Canal St.

I stood there, not throwing stones, because I was in the right.

The APC made a u-turn, a small window opened, and someone shot me in the eye.

That was it. I stood still in front of the APC because I was in the right.

A man died. I'm not better than he was.

God protect this country. How long are we going to receive martyrs every other day?

I hope people don't stay silent anymore.

Those people at home, everyone, go and say no to this injustice.

This is too much. Shame on anyone still staying home. Shame on you.

Will you continue?

Of course. Until everyone gets justice. Until my last breath.