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Blue marks on the body and a minus in the bank account: a story about total violence
Aline's father took everything from her: her salary, her checkbook, her independence.
When she decided to run away from him, hide and start a new life under a different name, she was surprised to find that he had left her an inheritance: huge debts.
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Thursday, January 21, 2021, 00:00
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My name is Aline.
The name is not real, but my story is.
I am a single 24 year old, a kindergarten assistant.
The truth is that all life is still before me, but not really: my father has already ruined my life.
I was born to a Jewish mother who fell in love with an Arab father.
It is said that love blossomed between them, despite opposition from both families.
That love has won, that butterflies have flown around them, that they have won everything with them, as Amir Benyon sings.
But it turns out that the butterflies have long since become moths, and love has been replaced by severe violence - physical and financial.
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Some experience physical violence, others experience economic violence.
Aline has experienced both, and lots (Photo: ShutterStock)
The first blow is not forgotten, even after the wounds have healed.
It happened at the age of 4. Even then I felt on my flesh what happens when you annoy Dad.
It starts with the shouts and curses heard throughout the village, and very quickly turns to violence.
You can't say "no" to Dad, you can't even look at him with a strange look.
Must lower the head, like a dog that gets hit on the nose and understands who the landlord is and what is not allowed to do.
It's hard to say and maybe even harder to understand, but at some point you get used to your status as a punching bag.
Dad, who did not always work, was nervous about the debts.
So he knocked me to death.
Took out his frustration on me.
Even in my late teens, when I went out to work as a cleaner in a hospital, I had to transfer all my salary to it.
I did not dare to open my mouth, I just wanted to get out of the house.
At one point he told me to go open a bank account in my name and add it as a proxy.
I did it.
I did not understand that this was a trap that would ruin my life.
Slowly he took over my money, leaving me nothing of everything I had been working on all month.
And that was not enough for him.
He saw in me an ATM and the possibility of spending a lot of money through me.
One day he said to me: "From today you do not deposit the paycheck check, but give it to me by hand and I detail it."
From there it just got more complicated.
My checks went around in all sorts of places and reached dubious people.
My father increased to do and even ordered credit cards and a checkbook, scattering my checks and using the credit cards issued in my name.
I have no idea what he did with my checks and the checkbook I got from the bank, I just know that the debts swelled, and very quickly we got entangled with execution.
All the way Dad refused to explain to me what he was doing with the checks, just said, "Shut up and do what I tell you. I'm your dad."
How do you get out of a pit I did not create?
When I would "dare" to refuse to hand over my salary to my father, violence was used against me, I was seated in the basement of the house with no food or drink.
Several times I even made unsuccessful suicide attempts.
I found myself with a minimum wage and debts of one hundred thousand shekels.
How do you get out of this pit that I did not create?
How do you fight a father who sees only himself and does not mind selling his daughter's life to save his ass?
One day I met a Jewish patient at the hospital who heard my story and wanted to help me.
He wrote down on me a note on the phone of the Yad Laachim organization, which helps Jewish women in trouble in Arab villages.
I was afraid to call because I was sure that if Dad heard about it he would kill me, so I put the note in my closet in the hospital.
I told myself I would call when there was an emergency.
It took exactly a week until my dad blew me up again, but this time it was much louder and the marks were already all over my body.
It could not have been hidden anymore.
I said to myself: it's time to get out of here, at most we will die.
I called Yad Laachim, where they brought me a social worker who would secretly meet me at work.
After three months I got courage and decided to run away from home.
In the middle of the day I was taken from the hospital and transferred to a family in the central area.
I lived for several months in a shelter for battered women, and was supported by the association.
My father was looking for me at the police station, but I told them there was no way I was going home.
The only thought: save your life
Adv. Zvika Hoffman and Eran Rose
Accompanied by a social and psychological worker, I went on to live an independent life, with the only property I owned being my clothes on my body.
I rented an apartment and started working in a tidy workplace, but to my great astonishment I discovered that my salary was foreclosed on every month for many enforcement cases opened against me, of which I was not at all aware.
I tried to start a new life, but because of the mess my dad made me in the bank account, I could not move on in life.
I searched for lawyers online and saw good responses about attorneys Zvika Hoffman and Eran Rose.
From the moment I reached them the firm warmly embraced me, especially Adv. Tehila Tishkar, who accompanies me personally and does not leave me for a moment.
My message to all the girls who went through hell like I went through: Get up and go. Do not think about anything, not family, not friends Not for work, just to save your life, it's not too late, it's possible.
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