This story was written as the positive act of a 'witness',
witnessing what transpired to my family and me, during the early
days of June 1967; having been deported from Egypt and having
immigrated subsequently to America. The story starts on the first
day of the 'six days' war and takes us step by step from jail to
jail and finally onto a freighter to reach the first safe haven of
many, Crete, Koln, Paris and finally America.
During these events, I report on what happened, what I saw and experienced as well as how I felt; as they say "the good, the bad and yes the ugly"
is portrayed uncensored. You'll meet my companions on our trek,
you'll get to know me and other fellow Jews with all our strength
and weaknesses, i.e. warts and all; while trying to cope with the
hardships imposed upon us for the one basic reason, we were Jews
living in an Arab country.
GROWING UP UNDER PHARAOH
By; Maurice M. Mizrahi
I was born in Egypt in early September, a permanent dweller. A few days later was Yom Kippur, and already I was learning to beat my breast in repentance. "For the sin that we have committed by dwelling permanently in the Land of Egypt".
So I was born in Cairo in 1949 and lived there until I was 18. Then I came to the United States as a refugee, and have lived here for the past 37 years. And just about every day in these 37 years, I was subjected to... THE GRILLING.
My life in Abu Zaabal and Tora
By; Marc Kheder
The First Part deals a little bit about my family and me and the Second Part is the story of my internment at Abu Zaabal and Tora concentration camps
My name is Mourad Amin Khedr. ...
I am Mourad. They call me Marco or Marc.
My sister Fortune, we call her Touna. David, we call him Doudou, he was 16 when I was taken to the concentration camp, He was a great help to all of us in the camp, visiting us twice a week and helping other families outside the camp.