I know i used to shake just mentioning the word torture ,I have always been a neat person ,immaculate I care about my looks and everything ,you know even the touch of a stranger makes me shrink . Then ,only when i was in prison ..i knew what it meant ,keeping you for days without food ..you get used to it ,just lose some pounds .. But then no water ,starts to get heavy now ..you can take it for a day or two ,but before you collapse you get some sips. ..you urinate and else in the same room with dozens of inmates .. Now its when they call for you for interrogation ,now this is serious ..but then even that you can manage ..if they put nails in your skin so deep or lift you from you arms, keep you hanging from ceiling for hours ,i dont want to give you nightmares ,well ,here is what i used to do.....................
Close your eyes and think of me ..i once knew a very lovely lady she was all graces ,i used to think of her.. and if it did not work i used to degrade myself ,as to think I was not but a bug there,or a rat ,something utterly useless ..I used to let my mind wonder as far as I can.. like to the other side of the world ,like i was not there at all .. Actually its only the beginning ,when you feel the brunt of it ,but if you knew how to play it well ,fear is like has never been ..you are among so many of them ,but you feel like you are alone ,in a dream ,and something nagging at you , but like its not real ,never real ..you feel pain agony, all your muscles twitch and hurt ,but its like from so long sleep in a bad position in bed ,and if you hear harsh words ,you cast them away like a voice from afar.. Once you took in the first impact ,the rest is easy, now you can now open eyes and welcome them again,its like a new coming ,like start rehearsing your part all over again,from the very start . Ohhh.. what a happy life ,after that you laugh.. you are numb ,feel nothing ,its like you aneasthetized yourself ,you detached yourself from all surroundings ,you never feel anything now ,especially if their session lengthens ,after a while its as if they are playing with some other body,not yours ,and you are just looking and watching from aside . They are amazed how well you are taking it ..until some one tells them to stop,or, he says :he will go. Once I was brought down to ground ,from the too much exhuation ,i feel like i am in nice slumber .. The hunger and thirst even more help to me than to them,when i am fast asleep at last i know that today session is over ..till tomorrow...... Sweet dreams,close your eyes and think of me ,she says,and at last I go into coma
I lie there in a coma smiling,
you think as its from too much punching,its( now hearing voices),your tummy aches,dear,is it arms dear aching like separating from your body,oh naughty,too strong hugging me love(i hear her laughing),you almost choked me..
a tear drop runs down my face,i feel her lips drinking it before touching ground
then like another face ,another sound,mother,come to mama,or come to me baby,mummy i hurt ,or i dont,, i dont know ,baby i ache all over,i feel a breast in my mouth,mama feeding me?,or or its so sweet love close ,I tickling her breast,everything so hazy,as i go back and forth ,faces alternate,as if in twilight ,or coma,or deep sleep,stupor,so deep i keep falling,weightless until i reach...nowhere
NO, the truth is never too harsh. This is probably the most powerful account of being in a foreign prison. My friend escaped from an Ethiopia prison and wandered the desert for a week, before some Nomads found him. But, this is and incredible piece, because you describe what the body and mind does to survive. Can I ask who commited this torture ? Everyone here should read this. Without a full grasp of English, you wrote in a way all who reads will understand. Excellent, Moayad
You give voice to Man's inhumanity to Man - a harrowing read- you also give voice to Mans resiliency and coping mechanisms as the victim of that inhumanity.
Nah, this isn't harsh, it's honest, and that's what the people want, right? Prison is clearly a horrible place, where your memories drive you insane... I can only imagine. :P
It may be harsh, but not enough people have a true appreciation of the life that they lead in comparison to an alternate, more devastating existence. I agree with Tania when she said that more people need to know about what you have written. This way they will truly appreciate life as they know it. Thank you so much for sharing this. ~Lorna Lee
This is a very strong piece. So much power in truth and experience, which is never too harsh, in my opinion. It's interesting... I was working on a piece a while back where my main character was thrust into a foreign prison, and this is exactly what she did--the mind goes elsewhere in order to survive. Not all have the ability to do so. I'm glad you did... that you "beat them."
Kudos for the courage to write this, and moom tahz, because it truly is excellent. =)
Moayad, this is a very strong piece, and an important one....not only because writing about your experiences helps toward healing, but also because, as Rain and Beautifully Tragic said, people need to know about this. Truly a great write.
in my coma or stupor ,i was mixed between two faces ulternating infront of my fading eyes ,mother and someone i loved ,they both cared ,and i did not know who was talking or cajoling me ,both were dear to me i was so confused i never knew who spoke to me it was one after the other,they were clear ly looking after me ,trying to say these wounds are not real
NO, the truth is never too harsh. This is probably the most powerful account of being in a foreign prison. My friend escaped from an Ethiopia prison and wandered the desert for a week, before some Nomads found him. But, this is and incredible piece, because you describe what the body and mind does to survive. Can I ask who commited this torture ? Everyone here should read this. Without a full grasp of English, you wrote in a way all who reads will understand. Excellent, Moayad
The Music I like,the Carpenter,all their songs and albums,The Super Tramps,one of their songs ,reminds me of a girl who nearly broke my heart,still feel the pain ,no ,no i will not tell who
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