Author: Muhammad Al-Youssef 1- exit Here I go out of my house in the morning in order to look for any food, I must stay in the detention

Author: Muhammad Al-Youssef

1- exit

Here I go out of my house in the morning in order to look for any food, I must stay in the detention center, to watch the roads, which way to take, is this road that I know all of them? This could be that the security patrols and the youth of the revolution do not come from it. We have to live it random shooting, arrests and siege, and here we go out like mice, picking up anything that is eaten, we rushing to return safely to my family who is waiting for me near the door of the house as if they are counting my steps and my mother who can only sit when I return All this is on my mind when I go out every day and my eyes Moving in all directions, counting any mistake. I smile as I walk when I see all the people in the streets like me. I think we are one man. This is the fear of the unknown that lurks around us. We all know who was arrested. For slow death, the regime's cars are full of soldiers and mercenaries roaming the streets speeding, a kind of psychological warfare to strike terror and fear in the hearts of people.

the status . The beginning of the Syrian revolution is a peaceful start in which there is no kind of sabotage, only young people carrying gestures and songs for hours, venting the deprivation of everything in their hearts from some of the regime's control over all the capabilities of the country and its family, the spread of bribery, equal opportunities and unemployment, and the intervention of security elements in everything and the division of the people Even in their dreams psychological pressure, robbery and domination. This is what the Syrian people have been suffering from for forty years, until the revolution of dignity came, the people's revolution against this corrupt regime with all measures of corruption and monopolization of power. No one speaks because the walls have ears. This regime met these peaceful young men with live bullets, killing and arrest. It became an armed struggle to defend their families and their honor. After witnessing the regime's brutality and criminality, there is no negotiation or peace. Killing and arrests, and whoever defends his home is a terrorist destined to die. The people took up arms to defend themselves and their homes. When the regime revealed its teeth and started killing the elderly, youth, women and children, using the most dangerous weapons, even forbidden countries, after the complicity of some dictatorial countries with it, forced displacement, sectarian killing on identity, destruction of its structures. Underneath above the heads of its owners, all mercenaries from several countries that provided assistance to him, such as Iran and Russia, used these killers in order to liquidate his people, this people who demanded from me a little justice, freedom and dignity, and wholesale killing became for salvation from everyone who raises his hand and says freedom to abandon the millions and enter all the killers and mercenaries Organized by the countries assisting him in order to change the course of the revolution into terrorist groups in order for the international community to stand with him as he is fighting terrorism, and he succeeded in this due to the failure of the international community. I want to live with dignity

torture programme.

The doors of the dormitory were opened, and some members of the prison entered. The new young people's names were seven young men and I was with them. The jailer said, "Everyone whose name comes out, stands facing the wall. Our eight names were read, and he said, Come to me, take off all your clothes and all the clothes were taken off, so we had the underwear, and they took us to the room of the eight of us." A room in which there is no light, it is dark, we do not see anything. They entered with us wearing masks on their faces and closed the door, and neither of us saw anything. The beating started on us, we don't know where it came from, from which direction you do not know. Something and it seemed like a while I woke up while I was in the first dormitory and I was lying on the ground. One of the dormitory guys was talking to me. Are you awake, uncle? Blood was running down my face and I wiped it from my eyes and looked after I woke up to the ground next to me. The guys who were with me I could not distinguish them from each other due to a lot of torture The one they were exposed to is that I simplified them after I passed out. On the same day the jailer came and opened the door and said to me, "Come, you, and take me." You tell us what these young men were planning, and I waited for a while. What to tell you, officer, that I do not even know these young men, and I did not meet with them before. These people, and I do not know anything until now, and he knocked on the door, and the jailer came and said to him, "Take him back to the dormitory, and bring me another one. And death from the severity of the torture. All the fingernails of his hands were pulled out and blood was bleeding from him. I started to look at the people before us. They all leaned every day in the evening, after their last period of torture. They put their heads between their hands until the morning. He slept for you and told me what they were doing. This was the stillness before death. This was the stillness in which he conjured his family and comforted them in a beautiful dream. It was impossible for him to leave this time of mutual silence between him and her family. This was the dwelling that keeps them alive from the severity of the pain and the continuous brutal torture without mercy or pity. They left me and started taking the rest. Every day they take four of them, two or one of them return, and the rest dies and the betting begins on them between the jailers. Will this day come back from torture or will the person die? On the loss of the soul, their consolation was to return from torture today, and he had gone before and knew himself that he could not bear it again. He went to the wall, leaning his rickety body against the wall, and entered the coma of stillness, the world of imagination, the stillness of the body and the soul, and living with those he loved and his family, until the morning of torture and the exit of the soul from The body went to her bar, and I started taking the wall every day, talking to my mother and my family. He took my time every day, and I see the people there are decreasing every day, so I can come in my turn, and everyone who takes to the torture chambers is still in it. The pain may go to a second day, and he may die without any hope or a few times of psychological and spiritual comfort. This is how I became the godfather of this prison, and every new insider sent him to and any outside that came to me, and those who remained in our room gathered around me and stuck together. With me, I left my family only for the nights and during the day with these young men who prepare every day to die. These detention centers in the prisons of the Syrian regime are systematic killings and incinerators to hide the bodies

go out

I had no hope of getting out of the prison after I witnessed all this killing, torture, and crematoriums, because the regime is keen that whoever sees all this must be described so that he does not tell and they will have a witness one day that every day I live with my family at night and with the detainees in my day comfort and relief about them until the day came when he opened the door of the dormitory and said, "Come, you, and take me to the interrogation room without tying my eyes." My family and sad for leaving these young men, whom I have become the person who comforts them and forgets their wounds. He was killed under torture, and they and I spent my last night gathering them around me, not letting them into the collective stillness until the morning before parting. Because of your wounds and your souls until the morning, we all slept in our homes with our families, until we heard the sound of the doors opening and the jailer calling my name. I was looking for food and the guard left me outside the detention center and told me to go from here, this is the city's road, and I arrived at the entrance to the neighborhood in which I live, and now I reached my house and checked the door of the house, and when the door was opened, my mother was the one who opened the door, and her face changed from sleeplessness and exhaustion, and she is waiting for me every day After I met my children and my mother, and they did not know where I was, and I knew them that I was in detention, I entered without any charges, and in the evening in my house they looked at my children and I held the wall and listened to it and put my head in my hands. They started looking at me in amazement, not knowing that I saw my friends in prison and I lived With them in the times of their stillness and their bodies and souls from torment. This is the stillness of the body from torture and living moments in imagination with the ones you love before they part Zen together, with a torn body and frozen blood, all this is the price of the word freedom, which is a legitimate right of human rights in all countries of the world, but this word has become the price of death or silence before death