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Despite what everyone says to the contrary, Islamic fundamentalism was never an issue worth bandying about until President Gayyoom made it so. And by doing so little does he realize the kind of hornet's nest he has opened up.
In the Maldives, the country is faced with burgeoning social problems. On one side of the spectrum are the so-called parteys comprising of the majority of the nation's youth and on the other side, the bearded and the veiled generally referred to as the Wahhabi's who are being collectively being branded as extremists.
The definition of an extremist, according to the Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary: a person who holds extreme views, especially in politics or religion.
Insofar as I am concerned, coming from a tolerant society, extremists too can have their niche in the social order so long as they do not become a threat to the society. They can hold any kind of extreme views, be it in politics or religion – a difference of opinion is not a problem – so long as they do not pose a threat to the rest of us.
Propagating violence and carrying out acts of violence are definitely a threat to any society. Yet today, in this community of ours, this rare breed of humanity known as Maldivians, violence is fast becoming an everyday occurrence.
Coming from a nation where there is more sea than land and according to the tourist brochures where even the sharks are friendly we have to be ashamed of ourselves today to acknowledge that violence has become a fact of everyday life.
Gang warfare conducted with swords, iron bars and flick knives, riot police high on speed clashing with protestors on the streets, the introduction of electric batons and pepper gas as a means of controlling peace loving citizens demanding for their rights has become the norm not only in the capital Male' but the disease has spread to the provinces as well. I wonder if all this has had any effects on the sharks roaming the Maldivian seas purported to be friendly at least up until now.
The military or the Maldivian National Defense Force (the abbreviated letters MNDF stands for Maumoon, Nasreena, Dunya and Farish according to analysts) can be seen in combat gear patrolling the streets of Male' carrying pistols since certain extremist elements blew a home made bomb of the kindergarten variety near the Sultan Park gate, adjacent to the MNDF headquarters. What was especially frightening was that the targets were European tourists, the major contributor to the nation's economy.
What was even more frightening was that President Gayyoom saw fit to launch an attack against a generally peace abiding community on Hemandhoo Island who up until now has shown no inclination towards violence. Sure – they held certain extreme religious views but they have mostly kept to themselves and weren't a threat to anyone until Gayyoom attacked them blindly. He has also launched a policy of unveiling veiled women – all in the name of security measures against terrorism.
And according to the latest news reports members of the Hemandhoo community have called upon the help of Al-Qaeda. Should Al-Qaeda decide to comply with the request of their Muslim brethren, and by doing so target European tourists it would destroy years of hard work by the likes of Champa Afeef, the Universal Group and of course Qasim Ibrahim not to mention a score of others with vested interests in the tourism industry.
I very much doubt we require the expertise of Condolizza Rice or General Norman Schwarzkopf to tell us where the problem lies or the direction the country is headed. A senile old man by the name of Maumoon Abdul Gayyoom and his reluctance to let a smarter younger generation take over the nation's helm is the root cause of the problems facing the nation and unless we consider it our collective responsibility to ease or tease him out of office, we could be facing a national disaster any day.
State terrorism has given birth to terrorism of the kindergarten variety. And we must bear in mind that from little acorns do mighty oaks grow.
Words fail me. If I were ever to have a burst blood vessel it should by all rights have occurred this day. The 26th day of November would forever be imprinted on my memory for various reasons. Let's see if I am capable of communicating my story with its myriad twists and turns.
I know not what the morrow will bring nor do I know what surprises fate holds in store for me. Yet I feel its time to say sayonara for in all likelihood I will end up in jail - at least for a while.
For those of you who have been following my story let me bring you up to date.
You may recall that I have been making a nuisance of myself at the Police Headquarters almost on a daily basis. I have been requesting for that one document that by all rights ought to have been given into my hands upon my arrest on June 5, 2007. The document that advised me of the reason for my arrest.
Today ( November 19, 2007 ) I had the pleasure of meeting a gentleman by the name of Mumtaz - rank unknown - who was ostensibly in charge of the investigation of my case.
When I explained the need for the document he had one question for me.
"Weren't you given the document earlier?"
"No, I wasn't. I don't necessarily want the original - a copy will be just fine."
"I was in charge of the investigation of your case but until now we've never met. Another chap was dealing with everything and he's currently abroad and even though I've looked for the document that you ask for, it's not to be found anywhere," said Mumtaz.
"Surely there must be a copy of the document on the computer hard disk."
"Yeah, it's possible - the only problem is he (meaning the chap who dealt directly with me) is abroad and there's no way of getting into his files until he's back."
This was beginning to get interesting. The legal officer at the Police Headquarters with whom I had been dealing with during the last week, Jina, had all along insisted that the particular document was not something released to the general public. And now here was another policeman telling me the exact opposite of what Jina had told me. The common factor: I was not going to get that particular piece of paper from the Police Headquarters. It would expose the police and whatever game they had been playing with me all along.
"Fine," I said. "Could you at least explain your position in writing? That bit of paper is evidence I need to present in my defense at the High Court. Time is running and I need to file my appeal as soon as possible."
We parted on the amicable note that he'd consult his superiors and let me have a written reply.
You may recall the response given to me by the Human Rights Commission of the Maldives to my request to intercede on my behalf to obtain this very same document.
Allow me to refresh your memory. 'The police are unwilling to release the document and there's nothing the Commission can do to help.'
I believe I've wasted enough time in seeking something that I'm not going to get. I very much doubt that even a court order would get the police to comply.
I have time till December 9, 2007 to file my appeal. Any number of things could happen in between so I may as well get around to get the case report given to me by the lower court stamped by the Department of Penitentiary and Rehabilitation Services. This would mean that the government and by extension the Penitentiary Department will finally have to acknowledge I am currently under a 25 year sentence. It would be up to the government to decide whether to jail me or keep me hanging loose until the High Court reaches a decision.
The documents I have in hand are enough to prove perjury on the part of the police. When it's time to produce the evidence, God willing, I will have it published for the readers to verify the truth of my story.
I am psychologically prepared to spend the next six months in solitary confinement if necessary. We'll wait and see what happens next. Until then adios - my friends...
By Ali Rasheed, 7 November 2007, Published in www.dhivehiobserver.com
A new political party – it's the season for political parties – is looming on the horizon comprising of all PhD. holders at its helm.
"The decision has been made to form a new political party," said Dr. Musthafa Luthfee, former Tourism Minister in an interview given to Al-Jazeera daily.
"Those at the vanguard working to form a new political party are Dr. Muhammad Waheed Hassan Manik with experience in the field of education and Dr. Muhammad Ali who has a doctorate in Environmental Studies," said Dr. Luthfee.According to Dr. Luthfee there are many Maldivians on the neutral side of the political divide and this would provide an opportunity for them to participate in national politics.
"We reached a decision to form a new party because there are many out there with similar thinking and this should provide an opportunity for them to unite together to work towards the betterment of this nation."
"The initial 50 signatories necessary to form a political party have been already obtained and we are in the process of obtaining more signatories and expect to register ourselves as a political party in the near future," confirmed Dr. Luthfee.
Dr. Luthfee and Dr. Muhammad Waheed Hassan Manik have been part of the Gayyoom regime and for reasons best known to them had decided to cut their links with the aging dictator.
Dr. Muhammad Waheed Hassan Manik has long aspired to the Presidency but whenever push had come to shove had chickened out and run away but whenever others had put themselves on the line and gained some forward momentum Dr. Waheed comes back hoping to claim credit for others efforts. As the pro-Golhaa websites has aptly named, he is none other than Dr. 'Run-away' Waheed. But then people are basically intelligent enough to recognize the men from the boys and don't necessarily have to be told they are looking at someone in disguise.
Dr. Waheed was a former candidate for the MDP presidency but when he failed, left town and now that the hard work and sacrifice of others have paved the way to compete with President Gayyoom he is hoping to jump back on to the political bandwagon and posture himself as a Presidential hopeful.
Yet – yes, yet if he or Dr. Musthafa Luthfee cares a whit about the Maldivian people, 42% of whom live below the poverty line – according to the UN it's less than US$2.00 a day – it would be best if all united under the same banner to take Gayyoom out of the equation because he is not only a menace to society but whose presence endangers the security of this nation.
By Ali Rasheed, 6 November 2007 - published in http://www.dhivehiobserver.com/
I believe it's time to redefine the meaning of terrorism.
Okay, friend - I'll ask you a question. Terror is synonymous with fear. So tell me. How can you terrorize someone who knows not the meaning of fear?
Our friend Brigadier Adam Zahir at the Maldives Police Services seems to think otherwise. He is under the impression that the uniformed heavies he employs can instil terror. They might in some people but not those who have graduated from the gutters.
In all my life there are few words in English which I have tried to understand but failed miserably. Danger, fear and surrender - I've heard the words but am still contemplating about it's true meaning. Perhaps some day I may understand. Perhaps not.
For now - the trap set by Adam Zahir has recoiled back on him.
According to the regulations set by the police they are supposed to inform a person the reasons for his arrest within 24 hours from the moment of arrest.
I was informed of the reasons. It states that I was arrested on suspicion of smoking drugs in a room at M. Fadigge' - my parent's address - whereas the court documents states that I was standing outside the door of M. Sadikuge' in front of the shop named 'Items'. Since I have read the documents I have been looking for this Sadikuge' but so far I have not succeeded. Maybe it's time to get into a taxi and check it out for taxi drivers are normally privy to a lot of places that we ordinary folks do not know.
The one document that I have yet to obtain is the document that advised me of the reasons for my arrest. Since October 21, 2007 I have been repeatedly requesting for this document from the Maldives Police Services but the girls behind the counter simply says DEU - DEU… (Drug Enforcement Unit)
And I on my part have given the police an ultimatum. Starting from 9 September 2007 - the date I was sentenced - they have 90 days. There are 3 choices. One: Give me the required document. Two: Give me back my passport. Three: Give me a job at the Maldives Police Services. The choice is Adam Zahir's to make.
Okay - the police have sworn at the court but it doesn't mean a thing. The one thing I know is that a person cannot be in two different locations at the same time.
Time is running and Adam Zahir may perhaps be able to teach me the real meaning of terrorism.
by Ali Rasheed, 03 November 2007
By Ali Rasheed, 22 October 2007
By Ali Rasheed, 17 October 2007
Introduction: 1991
Had it not been for Anni ( Mohamed Nasheed ) life may have taken a different course.
I was at the back of the shop with my colleague Ibu when Anni poked his head around the partition where we did our printing. The front was our show-case and retail outlet. 'Nice Guys' as the name board outside read was on Faamudheyri Magu, a busy section of the so-called Singapore Bazaar in the Maldives' capital, Male'.
"Hi guys."
"Hello," replied Ibu, glancing up from the drawing he was working on.
It took a while for Anni to get to the point. Anni, small made and in his early twenties had recently returned home after completing his studies in UK.
"We are registering a weekly paper…, said Anni to no one in particular.
"And what makes you think your paper would be any different from the rest of the stuff published locally. This is not a country where you can voice opinions publicly," I said. The topic interested me.
"Aha. Then you haven't been listening to the news. In a televised interview President Gayyoom has stated his commitment to broadening the role of the press. This means our views could be aired openly without running the risk of getting prosecuted."
"Our paper is going to be called 'Sangu.'
I couldn't help but smile. 'Sangu' was the local name for the conch shell. It was traditionally used to summon the masses together and up until the early seventies it was used widely in the fishing villages. The conch makes a loud noise when blown. Well…, the voice of the people gotta be loud if it's to be heard, I surmised. It sure sounded appropriate.
"We're going to cover the political issues of the times," said Anni.
I was becoming more and more curious.
"Who and who are involved?" I asked.
"Sappey (Mohamed Shafeeq – Group X) is going to be the editor. Maizan Hassan Manik and Ahmed Abbas are the cartoonists. I too will be writing for the paper."
Maizan Hassan Manik and Ahmed Abbas were the artists who created the latest bank notes. They designed the current issue of the Rufiyaa, the local currency. If they were involved this whole venture of Anni's sounded like serious business.
"Why don't you write for us too," said Anni as a parting shot, while walking out of 'Nice Guys.'
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I wrote just one article about the inequality running rampant in the Maldivian society; how it was tearing apart the very fabric of our society, quoting examples from the November 3rd armed attack by Tamil guerillas against the Maldivian army and its aftermath and about the disillusionment of the army. It was enough.
The kooks came crawling out of the woodwork. The disillusioned and the damned. People whose voices had been stifled for over a generation. This was their chance to be heard. People I didn't know met me, talked with me, encouraged me to continue writing. I was to champion the cause of the downtrodden masses.
Sangu was an instant success. Overnight it became the fastest selling paper in the country breaking all previous records. Anni and Sappey became instant local heroes. And the government was becoming worried.
For one thing the government hadn't envisaged the extent of the peoples' thirst for the truth. And they had little control over the youngsters involved. Further, the success of Sangu led to the birth of two more weeklies. Both by equally radical elements. Government issued public statements warning the populace of the dangers inherent in the radical ideas propagated by the news media. Cabinet Ministers talked openly, calling into question the credibility of our young writers, all of whom were in their early twenties.
The next weekly to get registered was 'Hukuru' with the same political agenda as Sangu. The weekly Hukuru was written and published by the Addu intelligentsia, representing the interest of the southerners. They too may have been surprised by the overnight success of their efforts.
Nearly two months had passed. Sangu had honed in on Ilyas Ibrahim, the brother-in-law of President Gayyoom who held a variety of portfolios in Gayyoom's cabinet. The man was a power unto himself: he was in charge of the Ministry of Defense and National Security in addition to being the Minister of Trade. Furthermore, the largest state controlled business conglomerate in the country was managed personally by the man and the number of Ilyas's cronies getting rich by State awarded contracts and kickbacks was a well known public secret. Up until Sangu no one had dared to voice the stories of corruption. Hukuru too, jumped into the bandwagon and began targeting Ilyas.
The third paper to hone in on the excitement was 'Manthiri.' Manthiri was the Maldivian name for the queen in the chess game. Aptly named, for the queen is the most powerful player in the chess game. The idea behind was quite obvious. Someone was out to checkmate President Gayyoom.
The man behind Manthiri was Dr. Mohamed Waheed Hassan Manik, the Male' member of Parliament. Manthiri – before it could commence its play on the nation's political chessboard faced a host of problems. Their biggest concern was nobody was willing to print the magazine. Everyone knew the axe was going to fall for certain: the only question was when it was going to happen. The country as a whole supported the newly born democratic movement, the heretofore unknown freedom of the press, but were personally unwilling to put their necks on the line. Manthiri finally did go to press with their first issue; only they had to get their printing done in neighboring Sri Lanka.
When all the excitement reached the peak I was in Trivandrum in India, trying to garner overseas support in the Indian papers, specifically the Indian Express, the second largest daily in India.
I had the pleasure of meeting the Indian Express bureau chief, Mr. Madhavan Kutty. He made me submit a few notes about the prevailing political winds in the Maldives and promised he'd fax the material to New Delhi with a request for publication approval as editorial policy was set in New Delhi.
I hung around in Trivandrum – killing time. It was an Indian friend by the name of Roderick who told me I was being followed. It wasn't I who had told him about my involvement with the Indian Express, but obviously someone had, for he was privy to all my doings since I arrived in India.
"Thanks for the tip. Let me know if it gets serious," I told him.
Outwardly I still maintained my cool but I knew this was getting serious. If I was being tailed – and there was no reason for Roderick to lie – it meant only one thing. The Indian intelligence was involved. I had had no previous experience with spooks but from what I had read and heard about the Research and Analysis Wing (RAW) of the Indian Defense Department, I had cause to worry.
It took about 10 days for Madhavan Kutty to call back. He had some surprising information for me. According to him, he had telexed a copy of my article to his Head Office in New Delhi and instead of approving it for publication he had received an assignment to cover the Indian Prime Minister Pratap Singh's visit to the Maldives scheduled two weeks ahead.
Mr. Kutty asked me to set up appointments with the people involved in the free press movement in Male' and I promised to oblige him. I was happy, because here was the opportunity to express our views in print in a foreign paper.
Through Roderick I was able to secure a seat on the weekend flight to Male'. I was excited to be involved and contributing something significant to help shape the destiny of my nation. Idiot that I was, little did I realize that I'd have to pay for the consequences of my misguided enthusiasm.
During the two months I was away in India, events had taken a bizarre turn in Male'. The government had gone to the extent of providing national TV coverage of the press interviews. And Anni had already become a household word, not only in Male' but in the provinces as well. His fearlessness in asking direct and pointblank questions of Cabinet Ministers about the way their Ministries were run – the sort of questions that had been taboo until then – made him the scourge of all upper-level government officials. And the results had been more than successful.
As a result of the misuse of public funds by high level government officials – no government department was immune from corruption – and particularly Anni's efforts through the media, led to the investigation of corruption charges against one Mr. Abdul Sattar Ali – more popularly known as Satto – the Deputy Director of the State Trading Organization. Subsequently Satto was arrested and charged with misappropriation of government funds. He was expected to finger Ilyas for whom he had been fronting.
It was around this time Fahmy met me at home one day. For Fahmy, who had been a victim of the government, having undergone the worst kind of tortures at the Dhoonidhoo detention center, this was a heaven sent opportunity to even the score with the government and with Ilyas in particular. He had been most active: he had written for both Sangu and Hukuru and he had made some choice comments about Gayyoom's regime.
"Look," said Fahmy. "Manthiri has found a Sri Lankan publisher willing to undertake the printing. You gotta give us something for the issue."
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During the same period, President Gayyoom had made clear in a speech that he was unwilling to protect traitors anymore. Quite naturally, the whole nation assumed he was making an indirect reference to his brother-in-law Ilyas, who was involved head over heels in the corruption issue.
Having been a former employee of Ilyas at the State Trading Organization I was aware of the people he used to manage his personal finances. There was one chap in particular: a Swiss named Marco Odermatt. His involvement with the Maldives began with the setting up of a diving base at Kurumba Village, a holiday resort formerly owned by one Mr. Naseem, brother-in-law of former President Ibrahim Nasir.
Shortly after Gayyoom had come into power, it was alleged that Naseem, with the help of Odermatt, had tried to recruit members of the IRA (Irish Republican Army) to launch a coup against Gayyoom. The coup had failed in part because Odermatt had been secretly in touch with Ilyas, providing the Defense Ministry with details of Naseem's plans. Naseem and and almost his entire family was arrested and his family wealth which included a number of resorts, confiscated by the government. Thereafter, it did not take long for Odermatt to amass the millions he did. Ilyas provided him with a lot of lucrative business contracts, and he in turn managed Ilyas's Swiss portfolio of skimmed public funds. It did not take long for Odermatt to be appointed the Honorary Consul in Switzerland by the Maldivian government, providing him with diplomatic cover for his activities.
It was about the Odermatt connection I wrote. In the letters column of Manthiri, I made an appeal to the readership to call for the investigation of Satto/Ilyas/Odermatt connection. If this line was followed, I argued, the real traitors would be found.
It would have led not only to the missing funds, but would have unearthed a hornet's nest of double dealing by people closest to President Gayyoom including the top brass of the National Security Service. The one exception was Moosa Jaleel. I had been guessing that the 3rd November '88 armed attack by Tamil guerillas were financed by Ilyas and this very same Odermatt had played a major role in setting it up. As events later proved, my guesses were right on target. It was Ambaree Abdul Sattar, Ilyas's successor at the Defense Ministry who inadvertently let slip I had been right all along.
Just about a week after my tete-a-tete with Fahmy – all sorts of rumours about Satto, who was still in jail and Ilyas was making the rounds in the capital – Ilyas suddenly flew the coop. One fine morning he commandeered an Air Maldives aircraft – Ilyas held the post of Chairman of Air Maldives in addition to his many other portfolios – and simply flew away to neighbouring Sri Lanka with his wife. From there he took a commercial flight to London.
President Gayyoom, in a statement broadcasted nationally explained to the public that Ilyas had left without the permission of the government and he, as President, was henceforth dismissing him from public service.
President Gayyoom had achieved his objective of removing Ilyas from the scene. He had orchestrated it with the help of the media. The media was no longer needed.
Sangu was de-registered and Hukuru was told to close up shop in no uncertain terms.
The editor of Hukuru was a southerner living in hired premises in Male' and quite suddenly he found himself served an eviction notice.
The first issue of Manthiri, published in Sri Lanka, did not see the light of day. It was confiscated by the Air Port Customs.
Ilyas, on reaching London, had not remained idle. Through his sister Nasreena, the First Lady, he had begun negotiations with President Gayyooom. Approximately 3 months after he fled the country, he was back. Obviously he had obtained iron-clad guarantees and was certain Gayyoom was not going to touch him.
President Gayyoom, in the meantime had to come up with a public explanation for both Ilyas's absence and presence. In another public broadcast, he explained away the incident: the man hah had a sudden bout of sickness. It was the reason for his sudden departure.
No one was fooled. Least of all the public. However, the Maldives was not a place where you voiced your opinions openly. If you had disagreements you kept it to yourself. Or else you may find yourself facing criminal charges.
In the midst of all these happenings bombs began to go off in the capital. The first explosion took place on the grounds of a rarely used mosque. The next one went off in a beached speedboat on a slipway in the east of the city.
A fire started on the first floor of the Alia Building, the second tallest structure in the capital. The army was called in to help put out the fire: nevertheless the entire building was consumed in the fire.
The largest hardware store in Male', Dimms, was set alight during early dawn one day. Once again in the presence of army fire fighters the entire building was consumed by the fire. The arsonists were later apprehended: they turned out to be a few unruly youngsters out for a night's fun or so the investigation revealed; their real motives or the key players behind the incident – if there were any such persons – were never found.
It was around this period I came to know Mr. Kutty, a short dapper man with a comical walk. He worked at the Indian High Commission. Though he was the First Secretary at the High Commission, I believed that it was a cover for other activities.
I cannot exactly recall whether it was he or me who initiated the conversation in a chance meeting at a café near our shop, but talk we did, with Kutty promising to obtain a copy of the Indian Express article covering Mr. V.P.Singh, the Indian Prime Minister's visit to the Maldives.
Kutty even invited me to his home, a flat leased by the Indian Embassy in Male'. During a political discussion at his home, he introduced the subject of political parties.
"In a recent interview to the Indian press – in answer to a reporter's question concerning the non-existence of political parties in your country – your President had stated that political parties are not banned by law in the Maldives, they're in fact very much legal, except that no one has approached the government with a proposal to register a political party," said Kutty.
I could not help laughing.
"It may be true. It's possibly because no one wants to commit suicide. Even a hint of active interest in politics – leave alone political parties – is enough to get you into trouble with the authorities."
"Don't you think it may be a worthwhile idea to give it a try. Perhaps the political climate is changing."
"It's an interesting idea. I'll talk it over with a few people. See how they react."
I discussed the idea with Dr. Mohamed Waheed Hassan Manik and a couple of others. They were all skeptical about the outcome. Nevertheless, I went down to the Home Ministry, obtained the necessary forms for the registration of a political party. I too was interested in seeing the outcome of such a proposal.
A couple of days later – I had yet to submit the forms – the President gave an interview to Haveeru, the largest selling daily newspaper in the Maldives, expressing his personal feelings about a multi-party democracy for the nation. He felt the country was too small for the type of factionalism that would be generated by the existence of political parties. Rather than go for a multi-party system, he felt a multi-candidacy democracy would be more suitable: whatever that was.
Immediately I forgot about political parties. If I wished to remain healthy, it was imperative I kept away from politically oriented discussions. There was a message there in the President's words.
I had this uncanny feeling that I, or rather we had been manipulated. Using the offices of the Indian High Commission, the President had very neatly managed the scenario to finally nip our plans in the bud.
Once again Ilyas was re-instated back in power, this time he was given the much coveted portfolio of the Minister of Atolls Administration. Those who unwittingly played along with the President in ousting out Ilyas was definitely going to be hit; and sure enough, the axe did not take long enough to fall. Shortly before Ilyas's appointment to the Atolls Ministry, my father tried to convince me to join the government. I refused. I had been in the government earlier and it hadn't worked out.
Anni and Sappey, the editor of Sangu was charged with the terrorism act along with a handful of others. The guys from Manthiri fared no better. They too were charged under the same terrorism act. According to the government, these people were responsible for the recent bomb blasts.
I, who had foreseen the axe about to fall, did some quick thinking and got in touch with Ambaree Abdul Sattar, Ilyas's successor at the Defense Ministry. In a phone conversation, he asked me whether I had any information about those blowing bombs in the city. As a matter of fact, I was never aware who was responsible. I had only a few vague ideas.
"I personally feel Ilyas is responsible for all the agitation. He certainly has the most to gain from the unrest."
He wished to know how I had rationalized and arrived at this conclusion.
I told him about my letter to Manthiri, about Ilyas's involvement in the armed attack of 3rd November '88.
He had seen Manthiri.; obviously he had known about Ilyas's involvement long before: they had merely wanted to find out how it was done and I had unwittingly revealed the Odermatt connection without being aware of the consequences.
So, dear reader, as you can imagine I was by now on someone's hit list; a very powerful someone. And that's how I came to face charges of drug trafficking and ultimately having to spend eleven and a half years – the best years of my youth – in exile, criss-crossing the island nation and landing up in jail in between. Well now, here's the story…
For once President Gayyoom seems to be sticking to his promise to make the Maldives a drug-free zone. Seems - mind you; it's not certain though.
It's been almost two months since Gayyoom publicly vowed to put a stop to the influx of drugs into the Maldives. Within this period there has been several large drug busts - mostly carriers of heroin flying in from neighbouring Colombo, Trivandrum and Karachi. The safes inside the Maldives Police Services - or wherever they may be storing this bonanza - is likely to be filled to capacity at present.
According to news reports, during this week almost two tonnes of drugs have been found stored underwater. This bit of sleuthing was not the work of the police though. Some locals from Dhiffushi Island in Male' Atoll discovered this well hidden cache by chance and informed the authorities. As envisaged this shipment too has ended up somewhere inside the Maldives Police Services.
At the begining of the campaign to make the Maldives a drug free zone Commissioner of Police Brigadier Adam Zahir directed his attack at the youth who rule the streets of Male' with box cutters and flick knives. Even though this lot - known as the 'parteys' - were uprooted from the streets and dumped inside the jails it did little to stop the flow of drugs on the streets. The supply of heroin continued unabated. With the jails filled to capacity, the authorities were faced with a major problem. Violence and police brutality became the common denominator. The local papers homed in on the issues of police brutality, ultimately forcing Gayyoom to release some of the parteys. Gayyoom simply did not have the capacity inside his jails to keep street demonstrators, news reporters and other undesirables locked up.
Just three days back the supply of drugs in the capital mysteriously stopped. Addicts, driven by the craving for heroin could be seen lined up at different spots all over the capital, with scant regard for the police vehicles that cruised by. The Vavathi Tight was in effect with full force. At this point the readers may wonder about the meaning of the word 'Vavathi'. Vavathi is simply the name of the Police Commissioner Adam Zahir's home. Since none of the wholesale dealers in the capital had gotten busted, analysts assumed that the major supplier had simply tightened the control of supply. Thus it was named the Vavathi Tight.
In most countries drugs confiscated by the police are burned publicly. In the Maldives, this happens rarely. And even on the rare occasion it does happen there is no independent authority to do a substance check of the drugs that are burnt. Furthermore, there is no independent accounting of the drugs confiscated by the police. The police are free to do whatever they please; no system of checks and balances exist as yet. Sad, but true. The end result: a nation of morally bankrupt youth, jobless and simply existing without any direction in life and an all powerful snake-charming Police Commissioner with the mind of a Mafia don.
At this point one may well ask the question. It is certainly not in the interests of the authorities to put a stop to the traffic in heroin. Since it keeps the most dangerous segment of the society - the youth - from becoming politically active why should a proven dictator of Gayyoom's calibre wish to clean up this lot and help find them a direction in life to become productive members of society? They are certain to hate Gayyoom for having destroyed their youth and stripped them of all dignity. The answer is actually quite simple. There are courageous members active in the media, brave enough to call a spade a spade and they have forced Gayyoom's hands. Today President Gayyoom's political survival is dependent on appeasing the enraged masses.
Just today, to top it all, rumours - not proven as yet - abound, about yet another hidden cache. This time it was supposed to have been found in an undersea secret spot near Dhonakulhi Island, a yatch marina. The investment was just recently sold by President Gayyoom's son Farish to foreign interests. Analysts have begun to wonder about the extent of President Gayyoom's involvement in the traffic in the drug trade. It has become quite obvious that Maldives is a transhipment point for drug traffic into Europe and the West in general. The quantities found is simply too large for consumption for the local market. The hidden hands or rather the local agents are without question people in the upper brackets of power in the Maldivian government.
What may happen tomorrow is anyone's guess. Since President Gayyoom is desperately in need of cash to fund his failing dictatorship anything is possible. He may even decide to export his recently confiscated supply of drugs to the West where kaffirs abound in plenty. Will Interpol stand by and simply watch a tin-pot dictator of Gayyoom's calibre play the kind of games played by Colombian drug barons?
The end is nigh and President Gayyoom, wavering on the edge of a precipice looks as though the slightest nudge could send him plummeting down into a political abyss.
On August 12, 2005, when Gayyoom dragged his most vocal opponent, Mohamed Nasheed, the Chairperson of the Maldivian Democratic Party, from the Republican Square to the adjacent headquarters of the Maldives Police Services, like a sack of potatoes and charged him with terrorism, he may have figured that his problems were over. Little did he realize that he had set in motion a chain of events which can have only one plausible ending: it marked the beginning of the end of his 27 year old love-affair with power.
The arrest of Nasheed (Anni) started a chain reaction that began with the masses uprising against Gayyoom and battling his police forces on the streets of the capital Male'. The unrest spread to the outlying islands, with the result that Gayyoom temporarily lost control of the two most densely populated atolls, the Addu and the Huvadhu chain.
President Gayyoom reacted with brute force, slamming down on all opposition and throwing the fear of Adam Zahir - his loyal Police Chief and professional torturer – into the masses. Gayyoom was able to regain his authority once more, a semblance of calm prevailing on the outside while the people seething with rage, were held in check by fear of Gayyoom's retribution.
While the opposition forces were thrown into disarray, Gayyoom delivered, what he figured was the coup de grace. He convinced a one-time erstwhile opponent, Qasim Ibrahim, backed by his millions of dollars, to join his fledgling party, the DRP. He may have thought that with this seemingly deft move that he'd get the big businessmen wavering on the edge of the political spectrum to join his party and thereby start a stampede of the masses which would ultimately help him regain his lost popularity.
Gayyoom did manage to divide the opposition MDP to some extent and weaken their ranks, but what he had not reckoned was that among the opposition there were a few die-hard elements that refused to be cowed or beaten. And when the European Union and the International Commission of Jurists stepped into the picture and warned Gayyoom off, those wavering amongst the MDP too regained their lost courage and rallied back to the fight.
The EU, with their insistence that ICJ should oversee that Nasheed's terrorism case complied with international norms of fair trial and that political reforms in the Maldives should be carried out with the involvement of both the opposition and the public, did most certainly throw a monkey wrench into the works.
Furthermore, the evidence concocted by the ever-vigilant police using a few simpletons on Thoddu Island fell to pieces when brought under the media microscope. Careful cross-questioning of some residents of Thoddu revealed that the alleged debate supposed to have taken place at the island 'holhuashi' and which formed the bulwark of the prosecution's case against Anni was a complete fabrication: Anni merely happened to walk past the 'holhuashi' on his way to the island jetty.
In order to appease the EU the government proposed that an all-party gathering be held to discuss the reform agenda and the MDP boycotted the meeting on the grounds their Chairperson was detained unlawfully, with the Adhaalath Party following suit
President Gayyoom who had hoped to steam roll the MDP Chairperson's case through the courts suddenly found himself on the defensive, looking for any excuse to delay passing judgment on Anni: he had inadvertently got embroiled in his own lies.
And into this melee has jumped in the local media. Particularly the Adduvas and Fiyes magazines. Sensing that Gayyoom has lost his teeth, they have begun ripping apart not only Gayyoom but the heretofore untouchable Qasim Ibrahim too. Even Ilyas Ibrahim who had managed to keep out of the limelight has become a media target. Having been muzzled throughout Gayyoom's reign of terror, the press today are having a Roman holiday and enjoying themselves.