SOME OF MY WEIRD INCIDENCES
2005 I was at a big crossroads in my life, after a few months of discovering the Trumpet Universe, I started to pursue advisory opinions and assistance with the research from religious authorities, knowing that publishing the research, depends on their approval since that the media is in their hands and the hands of their owners. And since that year I witnessed a series of suspicious events and medical mistakes. It started with a serious bacterial infection at Hamad Hospital in 2005. In the course of a year and a half of follow-up to treat the chain of side effects of the infection, I was almost killed by a series of medical errors. During my many visits to the evening clinics at Hamad hospital, and during two occasions when I was referred for a blood test, the lab was empty of other patients and I was told by the employee there that she refuses to harm someone if she was asked to! In Al Ahli hospital a radiation specialist crushed my right shoulder during Memography, and caused the disruption of my shoulder for months but I was still able to use my keyboard. I complained to the management about further damage done to my arm when the physiotherapist forced me to lift weights. In the same year I filed five cases at the prosecution, two for my son against Rumailah Hospital and Doha College and three for me against Hamad, Al Ahli and Aspetar hospitals. I followed the cases with the prosecution by messaging the media, and publishing the details on my web pages, and the links to the pages are at the end of this page.
Then a Physiotherapist at Aspetar Hospital caused me a hysterectomy surgery, that happened in the same month when I intensified my calls with the Faculty of Sharia and Islamic Studies, Sheikh Qaradawi and the Muslim Scholars Association, and during the week when I contacted Dr. Zaghloul El-Naggar and arranged to meet him during his visit to Doha at the Ramada, but he was barred from meeting with me. And I was questioned minute details of my life and my family by a young Qatari girl while I was waiting for him in the lobby, same questions as those of the Census of Population and Health Survey who arrived a few months earlier at my house out of all of the houses of the compound, because they choose the houses randomly as they told me when I asked for the reason behind the repeated selection of our house in particular. Their table of questions contained tens of very private and very rude questions. Each folder had very specific questions such as how much is my monthly pocket money? Is there any revenue from patents or books? How many phone lines we use? Our contacts, who are they and how often do we visit them? And specific queries for advance information on the details of the lives of my children and their friends and the degree of their religious commitment. A year later during one of my attending a Friday prayer at the mosque, I noticed an Asian worker standing by my car with dust on his clothes, I suspected that he was under a car. On the way home I noticed the mark for the gas tank fall down rapidly, I pushed the gas pedal and went into the closest station, the temperature was almost 50 and when they checked the gas supply hose to the engine it had a straight diagonal cut.
I left the summer of 2009 to do the hysterectomy and reside in Lebanon. During my stay in Lebanon, a year after my transition there and as soon as I got back from Qatar in the summer of 2010, when the police medical investigation called my husband asking to see me for my case against Aspetar, where they discovered that I really had a hysterectomy and after I arranged the meeting for my son with the Medical Committee in the case against Rumaila hospital, I found in my room a CD with films of spying on Hezbollah and the titles carried mockery of them, scenes of a fabricated trouble in a busy street, photographed by people in an apartment overlooking a street. Then a young Palestinian guy moved into the furnished apartment opposite my apartment in Lebanon, whose rent is $ 1700 per month. He was watching me constantly, I felt as if he was living behind his apartment door. Sometimes when I came back in the evening, the entrance light would go on as soon as I exit the elevator and put the key in my apartment’s door. The floor is two apartments only. He had control to the light switch of the stairs between the floors, and this belonged to a general line for the building. I suspected that he was entering my apartment in my absence when for the first time in my life I had symptoms of serious poisoning, I had parasites in my stomach. Later I saw him through the prism of the door come out quickly to pull my garbage bag - which I had just brought out of my house - to the entrance hallway of his apartment, and I saw him open the bag stacked with toilet paper and dig in it with his hands, then he put things that were on the ground beside him in the bag and re-closed it and returned it where it was. I brought the bag back to my apartment and the two that were still there from the previous day, they were litter from my kitchen. It seemed he did not open them, just the bag from today. He put in the middle of the bag a chocolate bar wrap and a can of Pepsi and a transparent small grayish bag that even though was tied, had a disgusting stench. It seemed full of parasites or worms. I threw out the bags angrily and I saw him in a minute leaving his apartment. I looked down the building from my kitchen window and I saw him look with concern towards my kitchen and leave in a rush. I did not see him afterwards.
I returned to Doha in December 2010 to follow up with the case of my son at the court. I worked on insuring that the medical report will be handed to the court, which was delayed for months. After the case was reserved for the ruling after one week on November 17, 2011, I had a traffic accident and this was my first accident and I drive a car for more than 25 years. The incident occurred few minutes after I left the City Center from the main entrance, where taxis wait. A Karwa Taxi with no passengers moved in front of me, and I saw the driver looking at me slyly. After crossing the second roundabout towards the corniche, I noticed that the taxi had stopped at the green traffic lights. The crash impact went into my foot that was pressing on the brakes, it was seriously injured. A Jordanian woman and her husband witnessed the incident, she told me I was lucky my car did not roll over and they told the policeman that the taxi stopped quickly and without reason, the policeman said the driver claims he saw something. It was registered against me as I hit the car ahead. I refused to go with the ambulance to Hamad Hospital, and was informed in Al Ahli Hospital emergency that I need a surgery to fix the ankle with screws. They were going to call an Orthopedic doctor from Hamad Hospital. When I asked about their consultant from England, they said that he left today to England and will return Monday. Do not you have a replacement surgeon? They said that the other one is in the United States. They said that it is ok to wait until Monday and that I need to arrange the insurance papers anyway for the surgery and hospital stay. They warned that my insurance company which covers the Aspire Zone staff and their families, Qatar General Insurance and Reinsurance, may refuse to cover my treatment. They said they were the worst insurance company in the country. On Saturday, February 19 a doctor from the insurance company called to tell me they do not cover treatment in Al Ahli and Aspetar, why these hospitals? When I inquired he said that the type of my injury is not covered by them. Al Ahli hospital called me on Sunday to tell me that the insurance denied coverage for my surgery. I reviewed the book of the insurance company and found that even cosmetic surgery resulting from accidents are covered in their program. My foot remained twisted in a loose dressing not holding it or sufficient to protect from friction, they did not address the internal bleeding, I was given Cataflam pills and told to keep my foot elevated and put ice on it. I called Aspetar Hospital on Saturday and was told that the clinic opens Sunday. When my foot was checked in Aspetar on Sunday it was in a bad state, and I remained 25 days until it was possible to operate avoiding serious risk. The second day after the surgery, after I was told that my doctor is happy with the way I am recovering, The Tunisian nurse who was in my reception the night I entered the hospital four days ago, out of nowhere hit my foot hard that I felt every screw in it shake, a severe pain started right away and lasted for two days.
Earlier in January 2011, I went to Al Ahli hospital for routine blood tests and re-check examination of parasites, as was requested in the form from the doctor in Lebanon, when I returned for the result, I met another doctor who expressed a serious interest in lack of aging signs in my hands and feet, commented that I must have been taking good care of myself. He requested further blood tests, and when I came back for the results, he said they were excellent. I asked for the cholesterol result, he said he had not asked for it and he took the results of my tests from Lebanon and asked what do I eat? He asked the nurse to photocopy my test from Lebanon and kept it in my file. He told me that he had requested a special test to detect the state of blood cells which were excellent and informed me to hide my test results from the Americans, lest they kidnap me and send me to the moon. When I returned in February for a consultation with the orthopedic surgeon, I then met a doctor in order to renew a prescription medicine, the doctor asked if I had done tests lately, he searched for a while in my file and told me that the latest tests were not in the file. The file seemed different, larger and not organized the way it was before, and some photocopies at the top were very bad quality, unreadable. These are the clearest memories I have now of suspicious events in recent years.
March 16, 2011
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