On that terrible day of the fifth month of 2014, early in the morning the jailer arrived and he gave the daily speech to the wing saying in a dormitory that had a dead animal (what a pig!). Some of the detainees were called to the dormitories. After this they said "give them the space of the dormitory, and when the doctor arrives, if he asks if any room has sick people and you answer yes, it will be only when there is a corpse, pigs. Understood, shits? And any bedroom that has a sick one, will be in the bathroom or covered with sheets or blankets and will not see the doctor. "
At that time there were in my dormitory a large number of tuberculosis patients, diarrhea, scabies and serious infections as a result of the rotting of the skin by the effects of beatings and torture, however we keep silent about all existing diseases, because his instructions were to kill any prisoner who said he had a condition or was infected with an illness.
In our dormitory there was an old man named Najum al Naif Abu Hossam, from the province of Daraa, who had seven daughters and a little boy. This man had scabies on his body and had been tortured a few days earlier by the famous wheel (Saidnaya's wheel). As a result of the heavy blows to the legs, the flesh of the foot of the leg was fragmented, and even the bones of his legs became very clearly visible. Due to the lack of treatment and medication and poor hygiene, this became a very large infection with a very nauseating smell that came from his feet and his body full of the effects of scabies was a very scary image, an old man with the bones of his feet clearly visible and his body taken by mange, pus and inflammations on all sides.
At that moment, the jailer entered and with him, the doctor (but also a butcher) of the prison, and we made the imprisoned brothers who were very ill enter the bathroom, according to the instructions.
One of the imprisoned brothers returns before the prison doctor enters. His name was Abd el WahabKhaledHilal, from a city in Daraa called Namr. He told us: "I would like to sit in the middle of the bedroom and talk to the doctor about Najumal Naif Abu Hossam and let him see it, and see his case and his legs, and what we do with it." It would be a sin (it's wrong, N. T.), guys, he has seven daughters and a little boy, I hope he is treated, at least for humiliation) he said to some brothers in the dormitory. "Look, Abd el Wahab, do not tell him anything, because they are going to kill him and you; and it does not benefit you all, "Abd el Wahab was told by the brothers in the dormitory, and he said he wanted to do the best and not die in front of our eyes, sitting there. “Just give him some medicine and with the help of God everything will be fine”.
Soon later we heard the sound of the jailers and the prison doctor approaching our bedroom until they arrived and opened the door and entered where we were, and we knelt against the wall and our hands covered our eyes; and the young Abd el Wahab was kneeling in the middle of the bedroom. And the butcher doctor asked (Is there anyone sick here, yousons of a......?)
Abd el Wahab: Yes sir.
Doctor: And where is he, you piece of shit?
Abd el Wahab: In the bathroom, sir.
Doctor: bring it here
Then, two of the prisoners entered the bathroom and brought the prisoner Najum alNaif and put him in front of the doctor and returned to their place.
The criminal doctor asked with a tone of shame "what do you have old pig?" And Najum al Naif replied "look at my legs, sir. And my body. What's wrong with them? "
The pig doctor told the jailers who were with him: "Put him on a mobile carrier and take down this son of a ..."
And they bandaged the eyes of the prisoner Najum al Naif with the shirt he was wearing and they put him on that mobile carrier and they took him down as the doctor said. Then they closed the door and continued their tour of the wing with the criminal doctor, and took what was left of the bodies of the detainees inside the dormitories and left the wing.
Not even half an hour passed when the jail pigs entered the cell with the criminal doctor and the elder prisoner Najum al Naif in the cell where they took him. They entered like enraged dogs hunting a prey, with sticks and prods.
They asked for the one who told them about the sick Najum al Naif. The jailer told him: "Son of a sin, didn’t we tell you that when the doctor comes in and asks if there is a sick person they have to say that there is nothing and everything is fine, only if there is a corpse?". And they put him next to Najum al Naif and then they gave us the order to take off our clothes completely and beat us with all the force they had. The blows and the torture were stronger for Abd el Wahab and Najum al Naif.
Then they put the prisoner Najum al Naif lying on his back in front of the bathroom door and they gave us the order: "everyone enter the bathroom" and all of us entered, and they gave us the order "everyone to leave the bathroom" and at that moment we were all inside and we went trampling the body of the prisoner Najum al Naif.
All the prisoners who were in the dormitory entered and left the bathroom by the instructions of the jailer. We were naked and the whips, sticks and batons were piled on us on all sides and next to the bathroom door was the old man, the prisoner Najum al Naif. We passed like this until we were ordered to kneel in our place, against the wall, as was the previous instruction, insulting with blasphemies.
After they left the dormitory, we saw the great tragedy. The corpse of the prisoner Najum al Naif. He became one of the martyrs. They made us kill him. We, the prisoners, made us trample him according to his orders until he took his life.
The rest of the prisoners in the dormitory cried and we were very sad. His skin was dark blue and covered by the blood that we spilled from our bodies, and of abscesses, scabies and infections and we started helping each other for some of us to forget what happened that very difficult day of torment, fear and horror .........
Of course, these words and this writing do not equal a bit to those moments in which we were.
Oh Lord of all the worlds, do not forget to be with all the prisoners.
Mohammed Abu Faisal |
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