| NSS Casualties | | November 1988 |
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| Mohamed Ibrahim, Bahaaruge, Mulhadhoo island, Haa Alifu atoll. | | Husain Adam Maavaage, Kulhuddhufushi island, Haa Dhaalu atoll. |
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| Abdulla Zuhairu, Shareefaa- manzil, Thinadhoo island, Gaaf Dhaalu atoll. | | Mohamed Hasan, Rabeeuge, Dhiyamigili island, Thaa atoll. |
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| Kuda Thutthu son of Kuda Adam, Kauslip, Maafannu, Male'. | | Kuda Nevithutthu Maniku, Vattheenige, Henveiru, Male'. |
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| Husain Mohamed, Mabusthanuge, Thulhaadhoo island, Baa atoll. | | Adam Naseeru, Sheydeevilla, Henveiru ward, Male'. |
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It was the second day of November in 1988 when my son had high fever and my wife had a hard time during the day because she quite young and needed medical assistance which we had not received. Our only son was in danger of brain damage and we were putting wet towels on him to reduce his temperature.
I had to stay up late to help my son. A relative called me and said there were a few mercenaries shooting on the roads in Male'. At first, I thought it was a NSS exercise for the Republic Day celebrations. By then, my son's fever was down and he was sleeping. After a night without sleep my mind was racing and I decided to find out what was really going on.
I went out of the house and down through the lanes, and I saw a few people running for safety and then I found a boy I knew with blood on his knee. He was running for life after being shot. I stopped him and asked what was happening. He said there were a few Tamils trying to occupy NSS headquarters and he ran off.
I moved on and came to the oldest mosque in the island and in front of the minaret I could see a man on the road next to his bicycle and calling for help. I realized he was also shot. I tried to get close to him and stopped at the junction and looked around and saw a few guys in check-shirts shooting at NSS headquarters. As soon as one of them saw me 200 yards away, he ordered me to get back or he would shoot. I had no way to help the man dying on the road. My son needed me too. I went down the next lane and again I ran into people shooting, so I hid and had a good look at them.
They were moving back to back, so that anyone coming behind them would be seen. There were no NSS around and the roads were completely empty. I thought, what are the NSS doing to save us? I went back home and by this time my wife had woken up and she was looking after our son. I went back onto the streets and headed to the waterfront. There, people stared as if they were watching a live war game.
I could see the man who is supposed to raise the flag at 6am for the Foreign Ministry getting a hard time from a Tamil who was telling him to back off, which the flag bearer did, ultimately. But at first, the old man did not realize what a gun could do! The Tamil guy realised the old man was a bit simple, so he patiently warned the flag bearer several times before he obeyed.
Meanwhile, the Tamils were busy getting the islanders from the dhoanis as hostages. All these poor dhoani people were taken in a line in front of a building near the president's jetty. Still, there were no NSS on the streets of Male' and people started to wonder what the problem was and making angry remarks about the shops not being open. Fortunately, I had enough food at home for at least a week. What about the people who had to buy their food each day?
I was just about to cross a road and there was firing because the Tamils were not feeling safe when people moved around. I heard the sound of a bullet passing only an inch away from my face before hitting a nearby building. I decided to get away from that place and went into back streets. I met a friend who said the BBC had been reporting there were 200 dead. That was a shock to me. It wasn't true.
People were given wrong information. They were also told that leaders of the government had been seized by the Tamils. The Tamils went to the Telegraph complex and fired many times but fortunately the communication system kept operating because they couldn't take control of the building. They cut off the power but they put it back on by evening after many respectable people had been arrested by the Tamils.
People said the leaders had hidden under their beds and in barrels for hours in fear of their lives. The Indian government was contacted by a friend of mine and a lot of accurate information about the situation was passed to them.
An old friend of mine asked me to check if the guards at the President's house were safe. I went out and passed by the gate of the Indian Embassy. There was an old policeman and young one shivering with fear from not knowing what could happen next. They were shocked to see me. I tried to speak to them but their answers were limited. Anyway I asked them what I could do to help but they had no idea. I told them where the Tamils were located and then moved on because they were obviously too confused and my life was in danger.
That evening, I was close to NSS headquarters and I could see hand grenades blasting in front of the building and many people forced to sit along the waterfront.
I had two hours of sleep after dinner and went back onto the streets. By this time, the shooting had decreased though a few bullets were being fired into the air.
Then I learnt that the Indians were coming; they were very close to Male' and planned to land at the airport. I was up very late that night. I went towards the back of NSS HQ where there was a big hole in the wall. Firing had stopped around the area so I wheeled my bike along and slowly headed towards two dead people. One was an NSS officer in a white shirt and the other was a Tamil. He had a gun. The blood on his body had dried. I picked up his gun, removed the bullets and put the gun back. Then I went on to the duty-free shopping complex. There was a person on the rooftop firing occasionally at NSS HQ but he did not see me. There was a pile of empty bullet shells and the door was broken.
The following day was Friday and the NSS were out on the streets and people complained because they were not on duty before and now they were trying to arrest suspects. People in Male' who had grudges, blamed people they didn't like and many were deceived by false rumours.
The Tamils had captured a ship and left with hostages. The Indians fired at the vessel and it had been holed at least once. The Indian warship gave chase. Some of the Tamils had not been able to board the vessel and they were still in Male', hiding wherever they could.
The Indians entered Male' with bazookas and heavy fighting equipment to attack the remaining Tamils. These weapons could have destroyed everything in the island and I wondered why they were so heavily armed.
On Saturday, I had to visit a resort island and I left that afternoon on a dhoani for the hour and half trip. I was worn out and decided to sleep. The engine stopped and I thought we had arrived, but it was a police launch and four men armed with AK47s were looking at me. They boarded the dhoani and checked beneath the planks and so on. Then finally they ordered me aboard their launch and off I went back to Male', dashing through the waves as if I was the greatest terrorist of all!
They took me to a room with 33 other people, and there was one stupid officer who strutted around intimidating us as if we were rebel mercenaries! Among the prisoners were three brothers who had been arrested because they refused to open the door when the Indians demanded. The Indians went into houses and checked cupboards. I was told they were impressed with the ladies' panties they found in the drawers.
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| Indian soldiers in Maldives November 1988 |
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They had gone into my wife's house and turned everything over. The Indians had been accompanied by an NSS officer.
Soon it was dinnertime and we had to line up in groups of twenty and walk across to the prisoners' mess room. It stank in there. We had some food while the cops looked at us as if we were terrorists. Everyone was fed but sleeping was not allowed. An NSS officer banged his AK47 on the chair of anyone who fell asleep. All we could hear were the sounds of beatings and crying from people held in other sections.
There was a guy who was chained and made to kneel down and he got beaten by policemen whenever they entered the room. They hit him right on his spine and he yelled out in Sinhala. There was an old Sri Lankan man who was sitting next to me. He was taken off by the NSS and returned with pieces of glass in his pocket. He said the NSS had broken his spectacles. This gentleman was also Singhalese, not Tamil.
The night became a nightmare because I was used to a comfortable bed and usually spent my time among open-minded people. This was another side of life.
In the morning, everyone had to ask the policeman at the counter for permission to go to the toilet and after no sleep it was painful having to hold on and wait. Finally it was my turn for the toilet but it was unfit for human use. It was caked in a brown layer that must have been at least half an inch thick. Sulphuric acid would be the only way of cleaning it. I stood on my toes at the door and urinated. After three days I started to have an itchy and painful feeling when I urinated. I told the NSS I would like see the doctor and three days later a doctor came, but I was unable to tell him about jail conditions because there was a policeman listening to everything I said.
Each morning, I asked the NSS why I had been arrested. They would say my request has been passed on to their superiors. Some officers would come and stand in front of us smoking, because we weren't allowed to.
Fortunately, the government formed a committee to investigate us and the police quickly started cleaning up the place with Dettol. The stink was removed from the floor but not from the people. When a batch of Tamils went to the mess room, they were stinking like I have never experienced before.
Anyway, I was sure they would have to release me. One morning a friend of mine was asleep with his head bent over and a NSS officer came in, grabbed his hair and bashed his head into wall. I was held for nine days before being released. I no longer had any problem sleeping in a chair. Any seat with a cushion became a cosy place to crash for a few days.
Later I found out that the Trivandrum Airport was converted into a military airport and military flights were taking off there by 10pm on 2 November to collect personnel. Indian newspapers like the Hindu and other daily newspapers published that news by 7am, which means it was printed by 3am at the latest on the 3 November 1988, hours before the Tamils landed in Male'.
In his first speech after the attack, the President said he did not have any warning but later he admitted he knew about it. There were military posts erected with sandbags in different places in Male' just a few days before 3 November. People will remember that.
DO received the following correspondence in July 2004:
On 4 November 1988, Maumoon Gayyoom made a speech on Radio Maldives regarding the events of 3 November (the previous day). Gayyoom said the government of Maldives had received no prior warning of this attack. But a speech Gayyoom later gave to parliament, contradicted what he said on 4 November. Please refer to the text of the speech published in the newspaper (in Maldives).
Gayyoom says, and I quote, 'A person called Abdul Majeed Khalid had given prior warning of the attack to Defence Minister Ilyas Ibrahim and the government had taken adequate steps based on that information and this is the reason why the terrorists failed. However, we did ask the person who provided the information to go back to Colombo and get more information about the plot'.
DO report - 3 November 2004
Photos from India Today, Novembaru Thinegge Udhvaanee Hamalaa, and Huvaas.