We left BC Surrey on 22 April. My building Manager tried to create problems for us. She lied and made continuous efforts to involve us in some legal issues. We left Surrey to another province in emergency, fearing she might lie and accuse us of some crime. We lost thousands of dollars due to our immediate relocation. She forced us to give her our new address. She opened our mails, some of our important mail went missing. She was spying on us. We left on 22nd April. She charged us till June 2016. She never returned our deposit of 450 dollars. A night before we left the house , we video tapped the house to have a proof against any accusation. We flew to another province. when we were in the hotel in Ontario we received disturbing emails and text messages from her. Here is one of her email. She lies about the condition of the apartment. Below is the video of the house recorded 12 hours before we left the house. Perhaps she forgot that I can video tape the house.
I am copy pasting her email written to us on 23rd April 2016. She wrote!!!
This is a record for our Management :
* All kitchen cabinets inside and out were full of oil stains
* Oven and fridge were both in very dirty condition
* Drip pans on stove were all burnt out and under drip pans had very bad stains
* Oven drawer was jammed
* Countertops both sides - burnt by placing hot pots on them
* Floors for kitchen, dining and bathroom were caked with dirt and oil.
* Vanity sink and bathtub sink were clogged with hair and dirt
* Toilet in a very dirty condition
* There were 14 bags of garbage (using large garbage bags) from kitchen and
clothes from all closets that had to be removed
* We had to dispose of dining table + 4 chairs
* Another dining table
* 3 single beds and box springs
* Touch up paint done for whole unit
* Double painting job required for all kitchen cabinets- inside and out
Since you had not cleaned and completed requets upon vacating -PLEASE NOTE
CHARGES AS FOLLOWS :
1) Touch up Paint for unit + kitchen cabinets $300.00
I was a student of Community mental health and addiction college in Surrey BC. I was getting straight A and A +, when everything changed. I had security issues and I left BC to keep myself safe.
Copy of My complaint letter to the college:
I am sending you a short summary of my problems.Previously I forgot to mention some important points.
I joined S------ College CMHAW to give back to my beloved country.
In the beginning everything was very well. I had honest and professional instructors. My class fellows were good. I always got A and A +.
It was a relief that Pakistan ISI has finally stopped chasing me.
Soon things changed. I went through loads of organized problems in the college.
I noticed my class fellows were not as respectful & friendly as they were before. My Councillor ---- had a different tone.
Once I was served with sanitizer in my coffee thermos. I Went to her --- and complained about it. She said“go and stand in front of the class and make a presentation and tell them what they did”
I did not do that, it would turn everyone against me.
My last two instructors ---- & ---- behaved in a very suspicious manner.
H----- bullied me continuously in the class. Once I asked her to reconsider my (2) marks. She said no I cannot. I said “ok no problem.” It was over.
When the class finished and I was rushing to catch my bus, she stopped me & asked me to stay back. She kept waiting for everyone to leave. I missed my bus. It was very late in the night. When everyone was gone, she said
“I want to tell you that I cannot change your marks and tomorrow I will take you to “L---”
I was shocked over this abnormal behaviour. I went close to the door and told her once again that I have no issues and I accept my marks. I left quickly and found out there was no one left in the college.
I wrote a detailed email about how I was bullied in the class & sent it to L---- & and L---------the Director (Screen shot of the email is attached)
---- wrote back to me .She sympathised and asked me to talk to her again. She wrote“I challenge you to talk to her”I did not, I was not in a position to question a bully instructor!
After a couple of daysOur Director ---- met me in the student’s kitchen. He shook hand with me. He reassured me and told me that in the background they were working on my problems & everything will be alright.
I was satisfied that Director was involved and thought my worries were gone. Unfortunately everything changed to worse.
My class fellows started shouting & ordering me. They asked me not to sit next to them. They stopped talking to me. No one was ready to be my partner.
I made desperate appeals to L---- to help me & find out the reason of their behavior. She never did. She has enormous authority in student’s affairs. Students would do as she says. L---- played no positive role.
I also kept wondering about the outcome of L----promise.
K---- our previous instructor was initially assigned our next class of Psychology 125, but instead S---- took the class.
She was over sweet with me and once invited me for a coffee with her.
She used double standards to mark me compared to my class fellows. In my 1stpresentation she failed me very unfairly. She did not even realized that I did very well despite being very sick.
When I spoke to her and proved that I deserved more marks she said“I agree but I will ask L--- because I am very new and can make a mistake”
A new returning student R----- joined our class. I rushed to make him my partner. He was with me in two assignments and was very satisfied with my performance as a partner. I took a promise from him over a handshake that he would remain my partner. In S------s class he changed and refused to be my partner. He also stopped answering my calls and messages. He ignored me in the class. Another ex-class fellow S----- who was in touch with me has all of a sudden stopped communication with me.
I shared my personal story with S-----to get sympathies, after seeing my story in the newspaper she looked very worried. Many times she jumped when I spoke to her. She stopped making eye contact with me. She would check me and then run to Li----’s office. All this was very suspicious and I was deeply concerned.
We had an upcoming presentation.I was hyper active. I had challenges to overcome
-I was very sick with heart & lungs problems and was twice hospitalized before.
-I wanted to be flawless because of biased teacher
-My partner was loud in manners and slow in work.
I decided the topic with S-----(My partner). I made 45 slides on Sunday. On Monday, I emailed my presentation to my partner while sitting next to her.
She had a good look on the presentation and thanked me. We decided to work on it later in the class.
To be on the safe side I told her to be in command and delete and add whatever she wanted. I also told her if she doesn’t like the presentation I was ready to start working with her on another one.
When everyone else started working on the presentation, she quietly picked her bag and left the classroom. Teacher followed her. When the teacher took long to come back I was concerned. It looked unusual. I came out from the classroom. They were standing outside. I heard them talking about me and F word. They were laughing. S----- was facing the door and saw me. She quickly said “here she comes”
I was disturbed and said “so you guys are talking about me.”
All 3 of us were quiet for a while.
Sherrill said she is upset because you prepared the whole thing and there is nothing left for her to do.
Realizing they were up to something I quickly came up with a long list of options. I said” let's do another one together and forget about this one.
Let's do what you want.
Please be in command.
Let’s choose another topic. Let’s get together let’s forget about the old one.”
Unfortunately being angry was part of the plan. She said word F again and again and left for home. Teacher told me that it was my mistake.“I failed team work.”
When I came home I felt extremely depressed. I knew that I was a victim yet I wrote to Sha and apologized.
I discussed everything with my family. My 14 year old sister who suffers from PTSD was visibly disturbed.
I started connecting dots between the unreasonable behaviour ofLi , Sh , Her , Shkalso thought about Lass promise and my increased troubles.
Why would they give me so much pain without any gain??????????
I became very sick. I informed my college about my serious condition. Despite my serious illness Li-- and S------ kept writing to me to prepare for my exam and immediate presentation. Shi made desperate calls & left several messages asking me to continue.
I have powerful enemies who are ready to pay any price to put me in trouble & get me deported.
Please make a thorough investigation & find out the reasons behind the suspicious behavior of some staff & student S---- in my college.
I wrote about Human rights issues in Pakistan. Pakistan ISI
wanted to kill us.
We fled Pakistan to Sri Lanka. We were traced in Sri Lanka
by Pak agencies.
On the request of Pakistan ISI we were kept in detention for
a month in Sri Lanka. Our passports were confiscated.
We fled detention and started living in hiding. I used black
berry phone to avoid being traced. I kept fighting for my right to live.
UNHCR local Sri Lankan staff secretly stood by their Govt.
Sri Lankan Govt refused to allow us to leave the country
We lived in disguise. I wore face cover and my 12 year old
sister lived as a boy to avoid being recognized and caught.
My sister in disguise in Sri Lanka
My sister in Keena Hotel Nuwara Eliya in Sri Lanka.
My sister now suffers
from PTSD in Canada
We remained in hiding while Special Forces were looking for
My mother lived separately from us to be in touch with
I kept writing on my blog and social media sites to get
I cut myself and posted the video on YouTube to be helped.
UNHCR newly arrived RSD Officer Ilija Todorovic came to know
about our buried case by my cutting video.
He immediately contacted me by email and started helping us.
Soon he was transferred, He handed over our case to Joseph
Carroll. He was honest and brave and stood by us in very difficult times.
Before leaving Sri Lanka, Ilija Todorovic assigned our case on emergency. Emergency case requires immediate resettlement by the
Canadian immigration officer who was in Sri Lanka for a long
time, was taking very long to help us.
I sent a Fax to Canadian Govt written in French. (By google
translator) I asked for immediate protection as was required in our urgent
case. I avoided writing in English because of the fear of Fax office.
On 8th January 2015, Pakistan friendly Sri Lankan
Govt fell after an election.
The new Sri Lankan Govt
had nothing against us.
My honest resettlement officer informed me about the arrival
of new immigration officer in Canadian embassy.
The new officer immediately started working on our case. He
made sure that we leave Sri Lanka as soon as possible.
We landed in our new beautiful country on March 5, 2015.
Mahmud, a prominent Pakistani social and human rights activist, was
shot dead, shortly after hosting an event on Balochistan’s
"disappeared people", in Karachi. On friday April
40, was the director of T2F [The Second Floor], a café and arts
space that has been a mainstay of Karachi’s activists since 2007.
She was one of the country’s most outspoken human rights advocates.
She was shot four times from close range.
Rights Commission of Pakistan's Chairperson Zohra Yusuf said,
appears that an attempt is being made to silence human rights
activists or those who take up the causes of the people,"
had reportedly told her colleagues that she was being scrutinized by
the Pakistani intelligence agency, The New York Times reported.
Baluchistan problem is so huge, and Pakistani intelligence agencies
are so paranoid, that they will not allow even discussion in a room
full of people, let alone a tv chanel or a newspaper.
was known for organizing the first hackathon in Pakistan, in 2013,
space for dialogue on social issues.
Rest in peace
the military's human rights abuses in the region and questioned the
disappearance of activists.
had famously told a magazine in an interview that "Fear is
just a line in your head. You can choose what side of that line you
want to be on".
had been receiving indirect threats from ISI.
after her death it is likely that Pakistani authorities will soon
arrest some so called terrorists who will confess killing her because
of religious motives. it is now a routine that ISI kills and
terrorists take the responsibility.
was Saturday 9 , 2013. Some 20 immigration officers were banging and kicking at
I knew we were in a deep trouble. I had been writing about Pak ISI. As soon as
I got exposed Pak Loyal Lankans were at my door to teach me a lesson.
They were bent upon coming inside our rented apartment in Dehi Walla Colombo.
They did not have any lady officer with them. I refused to open the door. I
showed them all our documents through the closed glass windows. This did not
satisfy them. They kept threatening that they will break the door open. Me and
my sister kept a heavy sofa to block the door. I took my mother and sister to
the room. We took our important documents and valuables. I told my family to
follow me. At that time some officers were crowded in front of the main door
and some were in the main compound of the building.
We came to the balcony. I was the 1st one to jump from our balcony ( 2nd floor)
in to the balcony of the next building apartment. It was very risky. My family
followed. Now we were in the house of the next building. We were shivering with
fear and made our way downstairs in to the house. The house was full of wild
looking dogs. We saw 2 huge dogs downstairs. There were more dogs in the house.
No sign of any human being. We were extremely scared but kept going down. To
our utter surprise the dogs did not bark and were waging their tails.. An old
man appeared, he looked at us and rushed to open the door. We were out of the
house. Soon we took a taxi and were on our way to an unknown location. When we
came in our senses my little sister suggested that we should go to Kandy and I
We stayed in Kandy for 1 week in a room and on March 9, 2013 upon reassurance
from UNHCR Colombo staff we came back to our apartment in Colombo.
We were arrested by the taxi drivers and the traffic police man. They held us
tightly by our wrists. A big crowd gathered, I fell down while resisting. Many
touched me all over making an excuse of lifting me. Someone snatched my heavy
The immigration officers arrived almost after half an hour. They looked
triumphed. They took us to Dehi Walla police station. While we were sitting in
the police station, Mr. Amit the Head of the immigration officers entered in
the room. My mother said “For God sake do not deport us”. He replied in a sharp voice with lot of anger, “THERE
IS NO GOD HERE” History is a witness that God was there and stood quietly by
They joked about our earlier escape.
A long argument started between Mr. Amit and the head of the police. Mr. Amit
was forcing them to put us in the jail. He was plainly refused and was told
that we have not committed any crime. In a furious mood he brought us to the
detention camp Mirihana.
My mother was crying loudly and we all were in a very bad shape. An officer
shouted at me and said, “YOU GIVE OUR INFORMATION TO INDIA?”
Another officer looked at me and said, “WHY DID YOU DO THAT! YOU DON’T KNOW YOUR COUNTRY!!?”
Mr. Amit took our passports by force. When he walked away with our passports in
his hand, my heart sank. I asked him to give me a receipt stating that he has
taken our passports. He turned raised his hand and shouted “GO”
Mr. Tatari an Afghan detainee told me that a very
well-educated Pakistani man who spoke to him in English came to the detention
center and reconfirmed that 3 Pakistani women have arrived in the camp.Next day he met another Pakistani suited booted man who
tried to gather information about us.
Mr. Tatari had earlier written about Taliban and I wrote about the handlers of
Taliban We both played with fire and destroyed our
Me and my family spent almost 1 month in the detention camp and every day came
to know more and more that we were trapped by the joint venture of ISI and SIS.
We were told by the officers on duty very proudly that,
“Head of ISI contacted SIS Head
Your house is sealed
A special CID team is investigating about you
You will be taken to the judge and get deported”.
Another very strange thing happened. A detainee family from Burma was briefed to fight with
us all the time.
A girl from that family went to the kitchen and hit her hand she started crying
loudly and claimed that we fought with her and broke her hand. It was reported
to the police in the camp.
It was also reported that me and my 11 years old sister were writing love
letters to the detainees in the male section. We were warned that we will be
shifted to the jail.
have a minor heart attack
I was extremely scared and had a minor heart attack.
I was admitted to the Calbo walla teaching hospital in Colombo. I was guarded
in the hospital 24 hours by police men and women in uniform. I felt very
insulted. My mother was not allowed to visit me.
I am enlisted in the jail They 1st took us to a horrible looking jail where they
entered our name. It sent shock waves all over my body. The sight of the jail
was extremely frightening, I felt dizzy and was about to vomit. A barefooted
young man behind the bars kept pointing to me to take him out from there.
When we came back to the detention camp I found out that they never take
detainees to the jail when they get discharged from the hospital. It kept
worrying me all the time why they took me there and entered my name?
I knew everything was just not right. I planned to flee from the trap. I
started going for morning walks to know the way out. I was successful in
I appeal To the President in the newspaper Meanwhile I had also started writing to Journalists in Sri Lanka. I wrote an
appeal to President Mahinda Rajapaksa stating clearly that I was a joint target
of ISI and SIS and asked him to help me. I put that on my blog but it was not
enough. I tried hard to get it published. Finally I got an answer from COLOMBO
Easwaran Rutnum a Christian Journalist wrote back to me and reassured me that
he will publish my appeal after making sure the authenticity of the content and
events. He also wanted to meet me in the detention camp for an interview.
Before I read his email we left the detention camp. I also did not know that he
had published my appeal in his newspaper as promised. http://colombogazette.com/2013/04/07/pakistani-blogger-appeals-to-mr/
On Sunday 7 April 2013 I took my Mom and my sister to the kitchen and briefed
them about my plan. My mom said she will stay behind as it will be very hard
for 3 of us to flee from the detention camp. I told her we will divide in to 2
groups. I will lead. You will follow me at a distance giving an impression that
we were strangers to each other.
Escape from the detention Camp Monday 8 April 2013 we left our camp B at dawn and were in the main compound of
the detention camp which had many police stations with a heavy presence of
We walked separately for some time pretending we were out for morning walk. My
mother and sister forgot my instructions and walked very fast giving a very
unusual impression. My sister was abnormally fast and dropped the purse which I
had given her. It contained small money (10000 RS) for immediate use 2 dialogue
sims issued under my mother’s passport. Sim number 0778343065 and one more.
We kept walking till the main gate opened. I made my way to the gate. My family
followed at a distance. A neat and clean well perfumed police officer passed by
and looked at me. My heart came in my throat “Have a nice day” he said and
smiled….. Oh “you too have a nice day” I replied. In my heart I said have
a nice day every day all the way.
I truly love Sri Lankan police they can clearly differentiate between criminals
and innocent people.
We were now out of the detention Camp. We took a taxi and were out of the area.
We had 9000 Euros with us. In addition My mother had 4 heavy gold
bangles. We were not likely to have any financial problems but had severe
safety issues. We were thankful to God for our freedom and prayed to God to
walk with us and never leave us alone.
We went to a hotel and paid them for a stay for one day. They asked for our
passport number. They asked where is your luggage? I made up some stories and
tried to satisfy them. They remained doubtful. I was coughing very badly and
was indeed very sick. We made an excuse that we were going to the hospital. We
left the hotel never to return.
We went to a restaurant and took our breakfast later. When the shops opened we
bought 2 burqas to cover ourselves. We also covered our faces. I let my little
sister dress up in a different way and was successful to give her an immediate
We spend the night in a mosque Now we were looking for a place to go. We had no idea where to go. I had a
sharp pain in my chest. We were in a very bad condition. We got in to a bus and
went far away from Colombo. We reached Athurugiriya.
I wanted to go to a Church but my mother knocked at the door of a mosque. We
requested them to let us stay there for one day.
A simple looking man who spoke broken English took us in. His name was Abdul
Rahman. He said he will ask the Manager and arrange for our stay. We were taken
to a private room. He served us food. Very innocently he started talking about
the pain of his personal life. He told us that he lost almost all of his family
members in Tsunami.
It was 8 in the evening when 3 men entered in our room. They asked us many
questions. They were especially worried about the legality of our stay in Sri
Lanka. I tried to satisfy them and was able to stop them from reporting to the
police. We ended our conversation upon deciding that in the morning at 9 we
will go to Pakistan High Commission accompanied by them. We will ask Pak High
Commission to issue us new passports as we had lost our old passports in a
market…. They went satisfied.
We left the place early in the morning without letting anyone know about our
stay in Dutch Villa GalleWe went to Galle and stayed in a hotel named Dutch Villa. After few days we
left the hotel. It was very expensive.
We stay in Nuwara Eliya area We came to Nuwara Eliya and stayed in a rest house named Hanna Komodo at lady
Differen road. It was too much cold there. We stayed there for 2 week. The lady
owner named Shahnaz and her husband were very kind to us. They had one daughter
named Hanna and 6 boys. Shahnaz became a friend of my Mom. It was April and the
rates of the hotels were very high. We decided to leave the place in search of
a house on rent.
A short visit to Trincomalee During our travels from one place to another, my 11 years old sister Amala fell
down while getting off from a train. She sprained her hand. She kept crying
with lot of pain and kept begging me not to take her to the hospital. We
were all scared if we go to the hospital we will be caught. We were devastated.
We came to Trincomalee. We stayed in a hotel named Anthon garden for 2 days
when they asked for the passport we moved to another hotel named French garden.
When French Garden asked for the passport we left Trincomalee.
Our stay in Kandy Starts We went to Kandy and found a room in a private house. The rent was reasonable
and we were quite comfortable. There I came to know that Easwaran Rutnum has
published my appeal, I was very happy.
Friendly Officer alerts me I called one of the officers whom I met in the detention camp. The
officer had been very kind to me I trusted him fully. I thought he will give me
the good news that it’s over and there was no need to hide any more.
To my horror I found out that things had become worse. He talked to me
with a lot of fear and advised me again and again to delete his number from my
mobile. “Hide, hide! he said Special Forces are looking for
you. He also told me that according to the authorities I was recently spotted
in Jaffna”. He advised me again and again to press UNHCR to give me asylum.
I was frozen with fear.
Lady owner gets doubtful about us We spent 2 weeks there in Kandy and left in a hurry when the family got
doubtful about us. Actually their son who lived in the adjacent room heard our
conversation and reported to the parents that all we were talking about was
immigration, detention, jail and police.
The lady was very worried and wanted us to leave as soon as possible. I tried
to fix the problem and left in emergency.
Drunken house owner attacks us
We found another house in Kandy. A taxi driver took us there. The house
belonged to a middle aged couple. We rented one room. We lived there for few
days. It was a quiet evening when the drunken house owner entered in our room
and attacked me and my sister. His wife was not home. He touched us very badly.
Our mother interfered and he left abusing us.
After that we were too fed-up with other cities and came back to Colombo.
Sri Lankan Journalist tries hard but fails to help During our stay in Kandy I had already contacted Easwaran Rutnum. I thanked him
for publishing our story. He was very kind and wanted to take us out from this
trouble. We started chatting on the Facebook. He told me that he will marry me
on the humanitarian ground to save my life. He was also worried about the rest
of my family. I did not like the word Humanitarian but readily agreed.
My fear was gone. Easwaran published another story about us in his newspaper
He was a thorough gentleman and never asked me to meet him. He tried day and
night to free us. He was writing emails to human rights organizations. He
talked to lawyers about us. As the time passed by he sounded less optimistic.
Once in a very angry mood he told me to delete my website about ISI. I did
that. (Now it is reposted)
Later he told me that he would talk to the foreign Ministry about us.
The next day Easwaran left an abrupt message of Good bye.He wrote clearly that he cannot afford to support us
anymore. It was one of the saddest moments of my life. Easwaran was gone. I was
We come back to Colombo We came back to Colombo and stayed in a Hotel. I started looking for an
apartment. Soon I found a room in Colopetia.
Mr. Shoaib was the owner of the building. He was a divorcee. He had 5
children. 4 of them lived with his EX wife and often visited their
father. His older son Yousaf a 14 years old lived with him and acted like
a small business man. A taxi driver took me there I met Yousaf and his
grandmother. Yousaf agreed to rent out one room of his building. He called his
father who was not home and talked about us. I quickly gave him some advance
money. The boy gave me a receipt. It was done.
Hiding in Colopetiya for 5 Long months In June 2013 we moved to Shoaib’s room. It was on JMC (Jayasekera Management
Centre) street adjacent to Renuka Hotel. It was very near to Colopetia Police
Station but we had no other choice.
Shoaib and his son were both very talkative and simple. We told them that we
were waiting to go to Canada. They were quite satisfied with the story we told
them and never asked us for passports. Shoaib had 2 other married sisters
living nearby in the same street. We started living in peace.
Getting Mobile Sims We desperately needed mobile sims to continue our campaign on the internet. To
call UNHCR, Human rights groups, Journalists etc. we also needed 1 sim for our
We had no passports, an original passport was required to issue a sim. I tried
to get a sim but failed. My mother went and was able to get a sim. She simply
told the taxi driver that she was a refugee and had no passport. Some kind
hearted taxi driver agreed to issue a sim for her and advised her to be careful
while using it.
Later she got 2 more sims.
go in Disguise In Colombo I wore a burqa and my sister Amala was in the guise of a boy.
Yousaf and Shoaib’s nephew Arshad always wanted to play with him (Amala).
They wanted to take him to the mosque. They always wondered why the boy was not
going out with them. Once Yousaf noticed my cross and was very disturbed. I made
up some excuses and satisfied him.
Student visas office in front of our house After one month Shoaib rented out the front portion of our room to a man named
Ameen and his wife. Ameen opened his private office there and started working.
It was horrifying when we found out that his work was so much connected with
Sri Lankan immigration. He was arranging visas for students to go abroad.
Through the slit of the door I could see loads of passports on his table. Our
own passports were snatched. I felt extremely deprived at the sight of those
We move to next house We finished one month in the room when Shoaib insisted that we should move to
his sister’s house which was adjacent to his building. He wanted to give the
whole place to Ameen.
We moved in to his sister’s house. It was not as comfortable as Shoaib’s room.
It had no kitchen. It was too hot. We lived with closed windows and closed door
for many reasons. My sister was in the guise of a boy and I covered my head all
the time. The reason behind was we were very active on the internet. We were
posting our videos and photos to seek help. We looked ways different than
we looked on the internet but still we were afraid to be recognized.
Link of the video
We stayed in that room for one month and again shifted to a room in Shoaib’s
building. The room was on the top floor. Irshaad a young Mullah in a mosque
lived next door. His sister Inzia also lived there with her husband and a
lovely 2 years old son. The family was very impressed with my all-time Hijab.
They took me for a very religious woman.
The room was a bit more private but the problem was it had no plaster on the
walls. Windows had no glasses. Rain water was coming inside. There were lots of
insects and ants. There were rats in the room. We were devastated but kept
living there. Shoaib never mentioned passports and we did not want to lose him.
Here is the video of the room. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjQm866Tb1M
In the video we photoshopped the photos because we were scared that someone
might recognize the place. Pak High Commission plays double game I had been calling Pak High Commission for quite some time. I told them plainly
that I wrote about ISI and ISI has trapped me In Sri Lanka. My demand was to
free me from friendly Sri Lanka and ask them to return our passports... I also
told them plainly that ISI would not spare me and I had no intention to go
back. I told them that both me and my mother will get married here and never go
back to Pakistan.
In the beginning I talked to Tariq Mahmood who worked in the passport
department. Later I spoke to Amir Zubair Sidiqi and they told me that my case
will be sent both to Islamabad and Sri Lanka. It will be decided by Islamabad
not by Pak High commission in Sri Lanka.
They sounded positive. Later everyone changed, perhaps the Khakies refused to
forgive me. Staff of the High Commission came up with different statements.
Some said it is still under consideration in Pakistan some said we never sent
the case to Pakistan. Sometimes I was told that they did not get a positive
response from Sri Lanka, yet another statement was we have not spoken to Sri
Amir Zubair Sidiqi said we wrote a letter to Sri Lanka. We don’t talk to them
on the Phone.
I also spoke to the Deputy High Commissioner Amna Baloch many times. She was
very worried about me but had no authority. She sounded helpless. Once she told
me I have no access to your file in the Embassy. Amir Sidiqi and Qasim Qureshi
( High Commissioner) are working on it.
Pak High commission always demanded that I should visit them. The demand was
very pressing and was repeated countless times.
Once I spoke to the representative of Defence department Sheheryar Pervaz Butt.
He was the only one who lost temper. He told me that he has served Pakistan by
having 4 bullets in his body; he called me a traitor and abused me.
Pak High commission tried to trace my calls but failed. I was using black berry
with a lot of caution. I had 2 cell phones. One a simple cheap phone which was
being used for those who knew me as Sara a girl who was married to a Sri Lankan
Canadian who was in Canada and was waiting for her visa to go to Canada. The
other was a black berry it was used for those who knew my real identity as
Sadia. I was extremely careful that both the phones have no mutual calls.
I kept calling Pak High Commission for months.
The receptionist of Pak High commission got very familiar with me. She told me
that there is a lot of communication between Pak High Commission and Sri Lankan
Immigration about me… I was disappointed why lot of communication yet no
Nobody would believe that Pakistan failed to get my
passport from very friendly Sri Lanka. Their failure was intentional. They were
running with the hare and hunting with the hunter.
Disappointed I reposted my website about Pakistan ISI.
I contact Sri Lankan Immigration Now I started contacting Sri Lankan immigration. I spoke to the deputy
controller of Immigration. He immediately recognized me and asked about my
location. I told him
“I am in Kandy”. I replied and asked him “will you return our passports”?.
He said “no”
I said “if I get married to a foreigner and want to leave your country
will you return my passport”?
He replied “NO! Why did you come to Sri Lanka”?He also gave me a precious advice that I should go to
Pak High Commission and get new passports.
Sri Lankan Immigration officer says RUN TO INDIA I did not give up and kept calling. I spoke to Mr. Bandara Assistant controller
in immigration. He was not familiar with my case and took the details from me.
He promised to help.
After a week I called him. He was changed. He spoke to me in a very suspicious
way. In the guise of a friend
He told me, “Mr. Perera had a meeting with UNHCR. They will not
give you asylum. I will give you your passports secretly. Run to India. Change
your current location This call must be getting traced, run.”
We must live separately from our mother I was exhausted. My mother was alarmed. This hiding was not doing any good to
us. My mother decided to come out from hiding go to UNHCR office and beg them
personally to save our life.
Due to the fear of authorities I started looking for another place to
live. Soon I found it. It was a house in Wellawata Galle Road on Chapel Street
2. It belonged to a broker. His wife Wahida readily accepted me and my sister
to live with them. She took 20000 from me as an advance rent for the next 30
days a low budget lunch and dinner were also included. I shifted my luggage to
the new place and decided to go there myself when my mother leaves for UNHCR
A Sri Lankan Government lawyer doubts my identity My mother wanted to give me the legal custody of my sister Amala. She was going
out from hiding and was worried about Amala that, in case if she gets deported
by force Amala should be legal to live with me. I agreed with her. We wanted to
write it down on a legal paper. I decided to go to a lawyer to get a stamp
I went to a lawyer. His name was Zameer. His office was in Wella watta behind
Galle road and asked for it.
The lawyer got doubtful about me. My face was fully covered he was staring at
me. He asked about my name I said “Sara”.
“Are you from Pakistan”? He asked. “No from India” I replied. “You cannot
be from India you are white.” He said. I laughed and asked “How do you know I
am white” He said I can see the white color around your eyes. “Ok let me tell
you there are too many white people in India You need to go to India.” I spoke
confidently while I was trembling from inside.
He seemed satisfied and said “Ya may be in the Northern areas”.
Who is he? He pointed to Amala. “My brother” I said.
“Show me your passport” He demanded. “I don’t have it. I am married to a Sri
Lankan”. I answered.
“So then why you said you are Indian” He asked
“My blood is Indian and my nationality is Sri Lankan”. I laughed.
“Show me your ID card” he demanded. “Ok” I said and started searching for my
Sri Lankan ID card in my purse. “I don’t have it now”. I said and looked at
him. He looked satisfied and was searching for some papers. He took out some
paper and said, “Is this the paper you are looking for”? I said I am not sure.
Tomorrow I will bring my mother in law here. She knows about it. He gave me his
card and I stepped out from his office. It was a narrow escape. Human Rights Activist Lawyer vows to help I started calling Sri Lankan Newspapers again. No body published my story due
to the fear of authorities. One of the Journalists who felt sorry for me gave
me the number of a Human rights activist lawyer. I called him.
He was extremely sorry for me. He said he will try his best to take us out from
Sri Lanka and would talk to international authorities. I quickly searched for
him on the internet and found out that he was genuine.
In the beginning he was very positive as the time passed by he sounded less
separate from our mother On 14th October 2013 our mother left for UNHCR. It was after more than 5 months
of hiding. Me and my sister Amala shifted to Wahida’s house in Wella Watta.
She came back empty handed to the empty house. UNHCR did not help. There
was no sign of help!
mother in the police Station While departing from my mother I forgot to give her money. I carried all in my
purse. She had little money with her so she wanted to go to the detention camp
as Food was free there. She went to the Colopetia police Station and asked them
to send her to the detention camp. They immediately talked to the immigration
authorities and refused her. One of the police officer said. “Your daughter wanted to become Malala?”
Another said “why don’t you become our cook?”
I was worried about my mom and I called her and later spoke to the police
officer. He said, “Why are you writing that SIS is after you. I am the in
charge of your case in Colopetiya police station and there is no such thing in
it.”My mom was penniless. She kept asking for money. There were many in Sri Lanka
who offered money and help to me on the internet. I contacted them. When they
came to know I was not there no one came to help my mother.
Lawyer sends Rs. 10,000 to my mother I wanted to shift my mother from Shoaib’s room to another location. I was
worried that UNHCR will fail her and Immigration will deport her. I requested
the Human rights lawyer to send 10,000 rupees to my mother. He did that. My
mother shifted to Nuwara Eliya to the same family with whom we had earlier
stayed. Their rest house was expensive so they moved my mother to a private
house of an old couple which is out of the city.
I have lices in my hair Wahida’s room was not very private and we had to keep it closed all the time.
Wash room was outside. There were lots of insects in the room. All of a sudden
I found myself scratching my head all the time. My sister checked it and told
me that I have insects in my hair. I was very worried about the lices but
definitely there were more worries in the pipeline
Police comes to our rented place It was around 10 o’ clock in the morning when Wahida came to our room and all
of a sudden demanded my passport. I tried to delay her but she said “No give me
now. Police is on the gate”. I was horrified and started searching my purse in
confusion. She left the room. We quickly took our laptop and some very
important things. I told Wahida I have left my passport in my aunt’s home in
Colopetia. I will get it and will be back in 10 minutes. She said “be quick”.
We made our way to the gate (the only exit). Not knowing what will happen next.
There was only one police man at the gate. We came out. I was wearing a burqa
and my face was fully covered. My sister was dressed up as a boy. He did not
take us for foreigners and did not stop us. We were out from the place never to
local staff stood by their Government During all this time I kept on begging UNHCR Sri Lanka to give us asylum.
They did not attend my calls for one long year. The only person I spoke to was
the operator. I kept writing emails to them and kept begging them to help us
but to no avail. UNHCR local staff draws salaries from UN but works for their
UNHCR new RSD officer gives me Asylum It was 29th November 2013. I got an email from UNHCR RSD officer Ilija
Todorovic. He was newly transferred to UNHCR Sri Lanka. I never heard of him.
He asked me to contact him.
I was expecting a usual demand of paying a visit to the office. I knew UNHCR
had decided my case negatively. I had no wish to go and collect the negative
decision and be caught by the immigration authorities.
I sat helplessly on the floor and called him. He said
“We have taken your decision Come to the office to collect your certificate”. I
“I don’t want the certificate I want asylum”.
I heard him saying “I am giving you asylum” I did not believe my ears and
repeated. “What you are giving me asylum”
I was overjoyed. I looked at my sister’s shining face. I was crying and could
not speak properly. It was the happiest moment of my life.
New year & a new place to go In January again something came up and we shifted to another city. All of a
sudden lady owner of the house realized that I was not keeping the place clean.
She said I should leave by 1st January. She also informed me if I could pay
40,000 a month we can continue to stay. She said its tourist season and she was
expecting double of the rent I was paying…
While others were preparing for New Year we were looking for a place to live.
A taxi driver took me to a nearby house. It belonged to an old couple. I paid
the advance money for the month. Next day came to know that the house owner was
a retired police man. He also demanded that I should show him our original
passports and give him a copy of my passport.
With the asylum certificate in my purse I did not tremble. Next day I told him,
“Something has come up. My aunty is arriving from Canada. We must go to
Colombo….. Can I have my refund?
He did not return my money and we left.
We came to another city and now live with a couple.
My mother gets asylum My mother got asylum in Feburary 2014. It was again the new RSD officer Ilija
todorovic who delivered justice to my mother despite lot of resistance from his
I have still not gone to UNHCR office. I am waiting every minute for the return
of our passports. I want to come out from the painful life of hiding and leave
Sri Lanka as soon as possible.
Now passports are no more a travel document for us but it is a guarantee of
freedom from Pak Loyal Lankan Government.
I love Sri Lankan people who accommodated us with care while their authorities
were looking for us. Life in hiding part 2 Coming up soon 2014
was full of pains. Sri lankan authorities kept searching for us very
actively. We bled as we kept hiding with our limited resources...