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The last words of Habiba with her mum in Egypt, Last words: Victim’s texts with her mother Among the many casualties of Wednesday’s violence in Cairo was a young reporter named Habiba Ahmed Abd Elaziz. Habiba, a 26-year-old Egyptian who was on leave from her job in Dubai, was killed as police cleared the Muslim Brotherhood protest camp in Rabaa. Habiba was one of three reporters killed during the protests. Her mother, Sabreen Mangoud, has since released a series of text messages she exchanged with her daughter on the day of her death. 06:19am Mother: Habiba, what’s going on there? I went to sleep at 1:30, that’s 11:30 your time. What’s with the attack? Habiba : The army and the police are indeed moving around the gates. The media centre was turned into a field hospital and the square is on high alert. Mother: Where are you? Habiba : Only journalists were allowed to remain in the building. I’m supposed to cover the monument in case the battle starts. Mother: The monument is a bit far from Rabia. Habiba : Field security is at every gate now. I am in the media centre. It isn’t far at all in fact, and the door is big and it can be broken through easily. Mother: Are there too many police and army troops? Habiba : Yes, but their movements may also be a “nerve war” tactic. Mother: How will you get to the monument? Habiba : I will walk like everybody else, or run. It depends on the situation. Mother: God help us. 07:33am Mother: What’s new? Habiba : Foreign reporters just got to the centre. Mother: I mean what’s new with the crowds? How are you? Habiba : I took three kinds of medication. It’s very cold here and I’m shivering. Pray for us, mother. Mother: God, keep us steadfast and give us power. God, grant us power over their necks. I entrust you to God the Almighty. Habiba : I’m heading to the platform in a little while. There are tanks there. Mother: God grant us steadfastness. God grant us victory. 12:46pm Mother: Habiba, please reassure me. I’ve called thousands of times. Please, my darling, I’m worried sick. Tell me how you are.
Posted on: Fri, 16 Aug 2013 10:38:11 +0000

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