a shocking and hard to believe letter from Addis resident refugee
Posted: 17 Aug 2025, 19:05
In Eritrea, every crime is committed—except the ones that are never spoken of.
In Addis Ababa lives an Eritrean refugee whose father is a martyr. I underline that word deliberately—because opportunist who@@ores like the mini-skunis of Wedi Medhin Berad shamelessly trade on the blood of martyrs while their children rot in prisons.
This is the story of Wedi Habte, the son of a martyr. He sold small goods on the streets to support his widowed mother. One day, a colonel pulled up in his shiny car. After an argument, the colonel put a gun to the boy’s head and dragged him to prison. No charges. No explanation. No word to his mother. Just disappeared.
His mother searched every prison in Eritrea. Everywhere she went, she was told: “Your son is not here.” Imagine the torture of a mother being denied the very existence of her own child.
Months later, by chance, Wedi Habte’s football friends saw him during prisoner “air time.” They ran to his mother with the news: “We saw him! He’s in Prison X!” She rushed there with hope in her heart. The officials sneered: “Who told you that? He’s not here.” They lied to her face.
Only when a colonel neighbor stepped in, demanding answers, did they finally bother to check. After seven long months, they “discovered” the truth: the boy had been locked up without a file, without charges, without reason.
When they contacted the colonel who had first delivered him, his answer stripped away the last veil of this farce:
“I told you to keep him one night. Who ordered you to bury him for seven months?”
After that, he was released from prison, then crossed the border to Tigray and he was fortunate to find God fearing Tigrians to take him to Addis abeba and there, he works in their restaurant.
This is Eritrea: where the sons of martyrs are treated like criminals, where mothers are tortured with silence, and where power decides truth
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Translation! In Addis Ababa lives an Eritrean refugee whose father is a martyr. I underline that word deliberately—because opportunist who@@ores like the mini-skunis of Wedi Medhin Berad shamelessly trade on the blood of martyrs while their children rot in prisons.
This is the story of Wedi Habte, the son of a martyr. He sold small goods on the streets to support his widowed mother. One day, a colonel pulled up in his shiny car. After an argument, the colonel put a gun to the boy’s head and dragged him to prison. No charges. No explanation. No word to his mother. Just disappeared.
His mother searched every prison in Eritrea. Everywhere she went, she was told: “Your son is not here.” Imagine the torture of a mother being denied the very existence of her own child.
Months later, by chance, Wedi Habte’s football friends saw him during prisoner “air time.” They ran to his mother with the news: “We saw him! He’s in Prison X!” She rushed there with hope in her heart. The officials sneered: “Who told you that? He’s not here.” They lied to her face.
Only when a colonel neighbor stepped in, demanding answers, did they finally bother to check. After seven long months, they “discovered” the truth: the boy had been locked up without a file, without charges, without reason.
When they contacted the colonel who had first delivered him, his answer stripped away the last veil of this farce:
“I told you to keep him one night. Who ordered you to bury him for seven months?”
After that, he was released from prison, then crossed the border to Tigray and he was fortunate to find God fearing Tigrians to take him to Addis abeba and there, he works in their restaurant.
This is Eritrea: where the sons of martyrs are treated like criminals, where mothers are tortured with silence, and where power decides truth
