Teen who went missing in 1998 found alive in neighbor’s cellar

An Algerian man who went missing at the age of 19 was found alive recently, astonishing his family and community.

Omar bin Omran, who disappeared in 1998, is now 45 years old. He was discovered in a neighbor’s cellar, just 650 feet away from his family’s home, according to Al Jazeera.

The discovery ended a 26-year-long mystery that began during the tumultuous period of the Algerian civil war. Given the extended duration of his disappearance, some relatives had presumed him dead. However, his mother, who passed away in 2013, reportedly never lost hope that her son would be found alive.

The suspected captor, a 61-year-old man, was arrested at the scene after attempting to flee, BBC reported. Algeria’s Ministry of Justice condemned the act as “heinous” and confirmed that an investigation is ongoing to uncover the full extent of the circumstances surrounding bin Omran’s captivity.

Currently, Omar bin Omran is receiving comprehensive medical treatment for both physical and psychological traumas, as reported by the BBC. Remarkably, bin Omran revealed that over the past 26 years, he occasionally saw some of his family members but was unable to reach out for help. He claimed that his captor had cast a “spell” on him, rendering him incapable of seeking assistance.

The bizarre and tragic kidnapping was brought to light recently due to an alleged inheritance dispute between the suspect and his brother. The suspect’s brother posted incriminating information on social media, which prompted the National Gendarmerie — responsible for police services in Algeria’s rural areas — to investigate further. This led to a search of the suspect’s house, resulting in the discovery of bin Omran.

My Granddaughter Forced Me Out for Getting Married at 80 — I Couldn’t Stand the Disrespect & Gave Her a Lesson to Remember

After my granddaughter ousted me for marrying at 80, I couldn’t accept her disrespect. Together with my new husband, Harold, we crafted a bold plan to teach her an unforgettable lesson, culminating in a family-altering confrontation.

I never imagined sharing this tale, but here it is. My name is Margaret, and I celebrated my 80th birthday last spring. I resided in a small, personalized room within my granddaughter Ashley’s home, surrounded by keepsakes of my life.

“Morning, Grandma,” Ashley would say, bursting into my room unannounced. She never knocked.

“Morning, dear,” I’d reply, tidying up my space. “What’s the hurry?”

“We’re off to the park with the kids. Need anything?”

“No, I’m good. Enjoy your day.”

After she rushed off, I reflected alone. I couldn’t complain much; after all, I had sold my house to fund her college education after her parents died tragically when she was 15.

I took her in and strived to provide a good life. Now, she lived here with her husband, Brian, and their two children, in a home that was always bustling.

Things took a turn when I met Harold at the community center months ago. He was charming, always with a camera around his neck. Our chats soon became the highlight of my week, offering a second shot at love.

One day, while Ashley was at work, I decided to share my news. I found her in the kitchen that evening, busy with a recipe book.

“Ashley, I have something to tell you,” I started.

She looked up, “What is it, Grandma?”

“I’ve met someone. His name is Harold, and… he proposed.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Proposed? You mean, marriage?”

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