Natalie 12.05 2010 -Moderene Sklaverei- Ausreisesperre fuer mich

Mein liebster Vater ist vorletzten Freitag in Deutschland gestorben.
Zu meinem grossen Schmerz kam noch dazu,dass ich Ausreisesperre habe-
meine beiden Soehne sowieso.
Mein Ex hat das vom Schariagericht bekommen, da ich -leider!!!- noch
immer mit ihm verheiratet bin (drei Jahre kaempfe ich nun fuer eine
Scheidung- bisher erfolglos). Ich habe mehrere Tage gebraucht,um von
zwei Gerichten endlich bestaetigt zu bekommen,dass ich fuer ein paar
Tage allein meine Familie in Deutschland sehen konnte, um auch bei der
Beerdigung dabeisein zu koennen.
Ich habe es geschafft-Gott sei Dank!! Ich musste nach Taibeh fahren, um
die Orginalpapiere zu bekommen - war dreimal bei der Hafengrenzpolizei
in Haifa-, um die Sperre im Computer aufzuheben - mehrmals bei meiner
Anwaeltin- mein Ex wollte natuerlich meinen kleinen Sohn fuer die Zeit
bei sich haben.
Ueber meine Leiche haette er ihn bekommen!
Ich habe breits meinen aelteren Sohn verloren ,weil er ihn gegen mich
aufgehetzt hat-mein Kleiner haette dasselbe Schicksal zu erwarten gehabt.

Gestern frueh bin ich wiedergekomme - meinem kleinen Sohn geht es sehr
gut und wir habe uns gluecklich wieder in die Arme schliessen duerfen -
er war gut aufgehoben bei der Familie mit denen ich hier in Haifa
befreundet bin.
Ich habe am Sonntag einen weiteren Termin beim Schariahighcort - mein
Ex hat mal wieder das Sorgerecht beantragt, obwohl das Sorgerecht nur
vom Zivilgericht verhandelt werden darf und es nun einen gerichtlichen
Vormund geben soll, der vom Familiengericht(Zivilgericht) bestimmt
worden ist.
Er hat genug Geld, um seinen Privatanwalt zu bezahlen- dieser leistet
gute Arbeit fuer ihn - und seine.Familie
Ausserdem wird es demnaechst ein Meeting mit den Sozialbehoerden geben- mit
meinem Ex und mir.
Gott weiss, wass da wieder von mir verlangt wird - ich moechte zumindest
meinen kleinen Sohn schuetzen duerfen!!!

Morgen muss ich ihn wieder zum Familienzentrum bringen,damit er seinen
lieben Papa sieht.


Exit stop to father's funeral – arbitrary/absurd par excellence!

My beloved father passed away unexpectedly in Germany, my home country, on Friday, April 30th 2010. As my hopefully soon ex-husband managed to get from the Shariya Court an exit-stop order for me and our children soon after I escaped with the children to a shelter, three years ago (I became Moslem upon our marriage and believe in this religion to date, for my own sake and that of my children, also for the sake of their contact with their father).
It was my natural wish to rejoin my family as soon as possible and attend the funeral which was set for Friday, May 7. Now, I had to see to it that the exit stop be annulled in order to be able to go to Germany.
The Shariya court in Haifa ordered it immediately and I booked and paid for a flight with "Ha'Daka ha 90" for following the early morning. I hurried to the border police in Haifa to cancel the stop order on their computer, only to discover that the court indicated a wrong file number and that only the Shariya court in Taibeh, where it was given could in fact retract it.
The company where I had ordered the ticket refused to transfer the amount for a later flight, so $ 252 were gone, quite a lot for a person that has no income beyond about 3000 shekkel alimony together with a few cleaning jobs, and who has to fight to bring up decently a younger child, while the older one is kept hostage with my still-husband (in the hope to get us back he manages to postpone the divorce for about three years now) although I have custody of both children.
The document was finally ready two days later. I had to book another, more expensive flight, but, worst of all, I had to go to Taibeh to get the original. It didn't bother anybody, that the Sharya court is now situated immediately opposite my husband in separation' s house, and I the only person to accompany me there was the taxi driver, another expense of NIS 500, not trivial for me.
Then I had to bring the document to the Haifa border police to cancel the stop order on the computer. I was not allowed to enter the premises for quite a while, until I mentioned the name of one of the officials there, to whom a friend of mine had explained by phone, how important and urgent it was.

After meticulous body check and minutes of hassle at the airport, which seemed endless to me, I was finally allowed to board the plane which brought me to my family.

Back in Israel now I am happy to be reunited with my younger son, who during my absence stayed with friends in our familiar, friendly neighborhood. My older son I am allowed to see only once a week at Merkaz Kesher, where his father does not leave us alone for a moment, despite repeated explicit decisions by the social workers' committees. But this is another story, for which I would appreciate any possible help in order to get my older son back.

The motivation for this publication is the absurdity, that in the age of internet and fax, vital documents cannot be transmitted from one authority to the other without exhausting the people concerned, forcing them to run from one instance to another, back and force, loose time, money and health, in order to personally attend the settling of pure bureaucratic procedures.

Thank you for your attention, and may it help me and others.
Natalie