Sam Alsiadey: "He  saw I wasn't dead and so he comes back. He jumps off the scooter, and he comes back and he stabs me, in my back, my side."
  • Sam Alsiadey: "He saw I wasn't dead and so he comes back. He jumps off the scooter, and he comes back and he stabs me, in my back, my side."
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Most of the Arab-speaking cab drivers who wait in front of the zoo or down at the Santa Fe Depot know Sam Alsiadey. "He's had a hard life."

"Very difficult life."

"It's amazing what that man has lived."

"It's amazing that he has survived."

"A very difficult life, but God has given him a beautiful daughter."

"God has given him an angel. A diamond."

"Any man in this world would want her to be his wife."

Alsiadey is a thick-chested, broad-shouldered man who once served as a bodyguard for Saddam Hussein. He's a serious fellow. His eyes are a little sad. When he talks about his daughter, Tina, he smiles.

"She is so intelligent, so smart. She's learning to work on computer. All her teachers say she is such a wonderful girl. But, you know, it's hard for her sometimes in America. Also hard for my wife. The culture is so different."

As Alsiadey talks, he absently massages his right shoulder, just above the area where he was shot. There are also scars on his lower back and abdomen where he was stabbed.

"Leaving Iraq," he says, "wasn't easy."

Alsiadey was the second of nine children born to a Baghdadi police captain who had a nice home on a half acre of land 35 miles outside the capital. Alsiadey and his brothers liked sports -- Alsiadey was drawn to weight lifting, his brothers, soccer. Kareem Kidem, his second brother, became a professional soccer player and is famous throughout the Middle East and Europe.

"I didn't like to play soccer too much. I liked organizing and managing teams. I also liked going to the gym. I got very big, very strong. There weren't so many big strong guys in Iraq, and so Saddam Hussein's security service was always looking for strong guys to work as his bodyguards. You looked big. You looked frightening, like you might kill some people. I didn't like the work. I served for only a short time, maybe two or three months. I had no choice.

"What I wanted to do was have a farm. Where I grew up outside Baghdad, it was very beautiful, very rural. People had cows, sheep, chickens. Growing up, I liked it very much. So I went to agriculture school and got a degree in agricultural engineering. I traveled several times to Greece to study farming methods there. This turned out to be a good thing later in my life.

"In 1978 I had some political troubles in Iraq, so I crossed the border into Syria. At that time, it wasn't difficult to do. I took my young wife with me to Damascus, and I worked there for a short while as an inspector for public works. I was working for the Syrian government. Relations were good between Syria and Iraq, but the Iraqi government didn't like people to leave Iraq. It looked bad. And so there were many Iraqi spies in Damascus, many undercover men. People would meet you and be nice to you and pretend they were your friend. And they'd start to ask you, 'Why did you leave Iraq? Why don't you go back?' Damascus wasn't safe for me. My wife and I had to leave.

"Syria has a very narrow border with Turkey, and my wife and I managed to get across. It was a very dangerous area. And there we were, walking, walking, walking. Finally, we came to a small village, and I find this man who speaks a little English, and I ask, 'How far to Ankara?' Ankara, you know, the capital. And he says, 'Two days.' And this is a very serious situation, because the area wasn't safe. For me, a man alone, it would have been different, but I had my wife with me. So we keep walking, walking until we come to another village and we found a bus. We didn't care where it was going, we just got on. It took us ten hours to get to the next big city. And from there we went to Ankara, and from Ankara we went to Istanbul. The Turkish government would only give me a visa for 14 days. My wife and I were frightened that I would be sent back to Iraq.

"After two weeks in Istanbul, I didn't know what I was going to do. I thought, maybe I can go to Greece, because I'd visited there several times. So I go to the Greek embassy, and there were 2000, maybe 3000 Iraqi people there, refugees like me. People waiting in a huge, long line. People trying to get away from Saddam Hussein. He had just taken control of the government. It was nearly impossible to stay in Turkey. There was a big business in Greek visas. There were men selling Greek visas for $1000. I went back to the embassy the next morning. I cut to the front of the line. I got in and started talking with an embassy guy. I showed him that I knew a few words in Greek. I said I loved Greece. I told him that I and my wife wanted to go to Greece just for a short while. For our honeymoon. He believed me. He gave us visas.

"But it wasn't so easy to get away from Saddam Hussein. His government, you know, was very, very paranoid. They followed people everywhere. And so one day I was sitting in an outdoor café in Athens, and these two guys drive by on a scooter. I hear this popping noise. Pop! Pop! Pop! And I feel something in my back, up near my shoulder, but I don't know what it is. I guess I stood up and the guy riding on the back of the scooter saw that I wasn't dead and so he comes back. He jumps off the scooter, and he comes back and he stabs me, in my back, my side. I was losing so much blood. I was lucky I was so strong, because I hit him. I knocked him to the ground. I was afraid if I didn't kill him he'd stand back up and stab me again. I took a bottle and broke it against the table, and I stabbed him with it.

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