No More Lies: An Abridged Collection of Memories and Indignities to My Pride, by the “Real James Bond”

By BASSIMA HUSSEIN SCHBLEY and AYLA HAMMOND SCHBLEY

No More Lies details the life and struggles of Dr. Ayla Schbley from his own perspective. Despite the verbose and ornate writing style, Dr. Schbley manages to pack his autobiography with meaningful action. As you progress through No More Lies it becomes apparent that Dr. Schbley is detailing a life that most could never imagine to be real. No More Lies is one of the most believable works to portray the sanguine activities of a modern day James Bond story. This post humus work has been completed by Dr. Schbleys wife: Dr. Bassima Schbley. Ayla Schbley is survived by his wife Bassima and his two sons Sean and Oliver.

I have always referred to Ayla as the real James Bond as he had all the traits, special skills/talents, training, courage, smarts, and physical capabilities of such a movie hero as James Bond was. But Ayla was for real and Bond was not.

Don Stone
Special Agent (Retired)
United States Drug Enforcement Administration

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Feb 23, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469787190

BASSIMA HUSSEIN SCHBLEY

Bassima Schbley, MSW, Ph.D., was born in Beirut, Lebanon. She is the mother of two children, Sean and Oliver. Dr. Schbley joined the Social Work Department at Washburn University after serving as a visiting assistant professor of Social Work at Wichita State University. Dr. Schbley was the first director of the GoZones! program at Inter-Faith Ministries in Wichita, an after-school program for children living in at-risk neighborhoods. She was also the VISTA supervisor at Communities In Schools (CIS), which connects students in schools with community resources and helps students successfully learn and prepare for life. Bassima holds masters' degrees in Gerontology and Social Work, and her undergraduate degree is in social work. Bassima received her Ph.D. in Social Work from the University of Utah. Dr. Schbley is a member of the Governor's Executive Committee on the Prevention of Child Abuse and Neglect and a 1st Lieutenant in the United States Army Reserve. She is also the Vice President, Phi Beta Delta, honor society for international scholars and international faculty members. Her scholarly and research interests include women's and children's issues. She has made four international, four national/regional, and 50 state/local professional presentations in the past five years. Dr. Schbley provides workshops to foster parents and staff at The Farm, Inc. (TFI). The workshops include how to care for children with PTSD, children in foster care, suicide prevention, and family-centered and culturally competent care. TFI Family Services, Inc., is a private, nonprofit organization that is dedicated to doing what makes sense for children and families through a diverse range of behavioral healthcare, child welfare and community-based services. Some of Dr. Schbley's publications include: Socioeconomic factors in hormone replacement therapy. Journal of Women and Aging, 21. Schbley, B. (2008). Women and civil rights: Religious authority and female oppression. Saarbrucken, Germany: VDM Verlag Dr. Muller. (Reprint of Attitudes toward women in religious resurgency: The effects of Islamic resurgence on Muslim Lebanese women's freedom. Doctoral dissertation, University of Utah, 2004). Schbley, B., & Kaufman, M. (2006/07). Social work practice with Arab Muslim women living in Western societies. Journal of Practice Teaching & Learning, 7, 25-38. Dr. Schbley just completed a quantitative study (Attitudes Toward Lebanese Women in Religious Resurgence: A study of 284 university students). She is hoping to publish it in The Journal of Religion and Politics. In addition, she reviews various books for the Bulletin of the Menninger Clinic. Dr. Schbley's life goal is to change lives through her teaching and her practice of social work in the community.

Book preview

NO MORE LIES

An Abridged Collection of Memories and Indignities to My Pride, by the Real James Bond

AYLA HAMMOND SCHBLEY, PhD

and BASSIMA HUSSEIN SCHBLEY, PhD

iUniverse, Inc.

Bloomington

No More Lies

An Abridged Collection of Memories and Indignities to My Pride,

by the Real James Bond

Copyright © 2012 by AYLA HAMMOND SCHBLEY, PhD and BASSIMA HUSSEIN SCHBLEY, PhD

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

iUniverse books may be ordered through booksellers or by contacting:

iUniverse

1663 Liberty Drive

Bloomington, IN 47403

www.iuniverse.com

1-800-Authors (1-800-288-4677)

Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

ISBN: 978-1-4697-8718-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4697-8719-0 (ebk)

Printed in the United States of America

iUniverse rev. date: 02/18/2012

CONTENTS

Dedication

Epigraph

Foreword

Preface

Prologue

The Child

The Teen

The Refugee

The Unknown Soldier

The Sergeant

The Lover

The Double Agent

The Pilot

The Husband

The Scrounger

The Awakening

The Trickster

The Angel

The Triple Agent

The Disenchanted

The Objector

The Father

The Professor

The Counterfeiter

The Abettor

The Irrational

The Believer

In Memorium

The Militia Leader and College Professor

Tributes to Alya Hammond Schbley

Update

Teacher Ayla

CURRICULUM VITAE

Dedication

To All Those Wronged By Me And Whose Pain I Am Sharing

Epigraph

I have always referred to Ayla as the real James Bond as he had all the traits, special skills/talents, training, courage, smarts, and physical capabilities of such a movie hero as James Bond was. But Ayla was for real and Bond was not.

Don Stone

Special Agent (Retired)

United States Drug Enforcement Administration

Foreword

Dr. Ayla Hammond Schbley died unexpectedly on July 19, 2005, at the age of 50. The following tribute was written by his long-time friend Don Stone, who served as a Special Agent in the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration for 22 years. Mr. Stone could not attend the memorial service held September 9, 2005, to honor Dr. Schbley, so it was read on his behalf.

Where do I begin? If I were here today, I would probably start by asking if everyone present has about three days and nights to listen to just some of the achievements, accomplishments, and adventures of Ayla Schbley that I know about. However, it is doubtful that I would have been able to control my emotions enough to get through it, so maybe it was meant to be and good that I was unable to attend this gathering today as someone else will be able to read this. It was very difficult to decide and condense what I could and would say in this short tribute.

Ayla was my best friend and was the most intelligent, courageous, and generous man I have ever known. In my different social circles, my favorite topic of conversation when it is my turn to tell an interesting story is Ayla Schbley. And I have many very exciting and interesting stories to tell.

I met Ayla in 1982 in Austin, Texas, while I was stationed there as a Special Agent with the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration. I remember getting that phone call one morning from a DEA agent from Maine asking me to meet and interview a soldier from Fort Hood who might have some information regarding a very large seizure of hashish in that state. Getting requests like that was always dreaded as we had plenty to do of our own, but I reluctantly agreed to meet Ayla. Little did I know that by meeting him that day, I would make the best friend I could ever have and he would make me one of the most envied agents in DEA. Because together we would break many drug seizure records and arrest some of the highest-profile international drug dealers operating in the 1980s and 1990s. One arrested violator was the founder and commanding general of a 6,000-man army who was responsible for killing hundreds of innocent civilians of all ages. There were others almost as infamous. I have always referred to Ayla as the real James Bond as he had all the traits, special skills/talents, training, courage, smarts, and physical capabilities of such a movie hero as James Bond was. But Ayla was for real and Bond was not.

Ayla also assisted other federal intelligence and/or investigative agencies and successfully accomplished tasks for them and DEA that were very dangerous and that required very special skills, a very sharp mind, and most of all a certain pair of male body parts that would take a wheelbarrow to carry. I can and do tell about some of his deeds or tasks, but many cannot be told because of sensitivity and national security. Many whom I tell about Ayla’s sagas don’t believe me as it sounds like movie type material.

I have known many men from my days with DEA and as a marine infantryman in Vietnam who were very brave and were real men and/or heroes—but none quite like Ayla. Of all Ayla’s dangerous and life-threatening situations (and I know of many), he told me that the scariest event of his life was when he delivered his oldest son, Sean. His fear and concern were not for himself of course, but were for Sean and his beloved wife, Bassima. I remember his phone call that day and he did seem more excited and emotional than I had ever seen him before.

I have known many who lived in the fast lane and I was even in it for a short while. However, Ayla was in a fast lane so many miles ahead of the rest of us. And he was doing exciting, fun, interesting, adventurous, dangerous, and worthwhile things that most of us only wish, dream or talk about doing.

To just give you an idea as to how loyal and generous a friend he could be, I will relate one short example. When I got my first divorce (I’ve only had two), I got a financial kicking that took me to my knees as I had to come up with 55% of our net assets to buy my ex-wife out. Most of our assets weren’t liquid so I was $26,000.00 short. My parents were going to provide me with it, but it was going to be a burden as they were both retired schoolteachers with not much to start with and would have to cash in some CDs with penalty losses. I was talking to Ayla one night on the phone as he lived in Wichita and mentioned my predicament. Before we hung up, he said he wanted to see me to make sure I was all right and that he, Bassima, and the boys would travel to Corpus Christi the next day in his personal plane. The following afternoon, we met in the parking lot of his favorite Corpus restaurant, at which time he handed me a paper bag containing $26,000.00 in cash. He told me to pay him back if and when I could at my convenience and then bought me supper in the best restaurant in town. Financially, Ayla was up and down—not wealthy by any means—and was struggling to keep his aircraft at that particular time, but was more than willing to share his small savings with me.

Ayla also told me on two separate occasions that he would die for me, and I have no doubt that he would have. I have always heard that it is not what you have or had, but who you have or had, and I had Ayla Schbley as my best friend, who may have been an angel in disguise for me.

I do have peace and consolation as Ayla died doing one of the few things that he had not done on his before the rocking chair days list, and that list was as long as the Great China Wall. Some of my most cherished memories are ones garnished from my relationship with Ayla Schbley and I hope to see him again one of these days.

My best regards and condolences to Bassima, Sean, and Oliver along with the best of luck to them and all who listened to this tribute.

Don Stone

In addition to working for the DEA, Mr. Stone served in Vietnam in 1965 as a infantryman in the United States Marine Corps, received a BA from Texas A & I University in 1970, and served for three years as a Special Agent in U.S. Customs, Department of the Treasury.

Preface

It has been six and a half years since my soul mate and life partner was taken from me. There has not been one single day since July 19, 2005, that I have not asked God about HIS unfair act of taking away the love of my life. Ayla was not a part-time husband, partner, and friend. He was my best friend, my husband, my family, and the love of my life.

Ayla showed me how to become an independent American woman. I credit him for a number of gifts—my education, my confidence, my liberal stance on politics and religions, and most importantly my freedom. When I married Ayla, I was a 16-year-old Muslim girl. I was polite, obedient, scared, undereducated, and poor. He immediately revealed his intention to mold me into becoming a free, educated, and liberated American woman.

When I first arrived in Austin, Texas, in January 1983, I was not willing to eat pizza, sushi, or any fast food. I remember crying and asking him to send me back home to Beirut, Lebanon, when he tried to surprise me with a burrito supreme from Taco Bell. Within a couple of weeks of my arrival in Austin, I recall locking myself in the bathroom and refusing to come out because I did not want to eat pizza. I still hear Ayla saying to himself, Oh my God, what have I done? I married a little girl.

Around the middle of January 1983, Ayla decided that I needed to attend high school; I fought him really hard on his plan. I was so worried about not speaking English and was fearful of public embarrassment. I remember begging him not to send me to school. I assured him that I would give up all my Arabic magazines and music tapes and that I would start reading English books only and I would watch The Young and the Restless. Ayla looked at me very closely and said, Listen to me carefully; you have to go to school if you want to live in this country. I told him that I decided that this country was not for me and that I was ready to go back home to Lebanon. Ayla decided to play my game and he said, Okay then, let’s go to the airport right now. We drove to the airport. As we approached the ticket counter, I told Ayla that I had changed my mind, and when he asked me why, I told him that I couldn’t stand disappointing my dad. Before I left Lebanon, I made a solemn promise to my dad that I would never disappoint him or embarrass him.

We drove back home, and we discussed high school. Ayla was not successful in convincing me about attending high school. I remember Ayla giving up on the high school discussion. The following day he asked me to go with him to run some errands. As we were driving, he suddenly stopped in a large, empty parking lot and said to me, Sweetheart, would you please grab a bottle of water for me from the trunk? I stepped out of my passenger seat to get