After a trip of sufferings to the basements of the criminal regime and his security forces, where we were a period of 3 months, we were taken to branch 248 for a 18 days period and then to the branch of the military police in Qaboun. They cuffed us with metal shackles and covered our eyes. Then, they drove us to the prison of hell, humiliation and suffering, which is the military prison of Saidnaya, the red building.
We were transported in a car called “cell” of the military police. We were about 70 people. In our way to jail, one of the detainees that was with us, the hero Tariq Mohammed al-Qaisi, said “may God accept the martyrs, guys” and he preached Fatih (a part of Koran, TN) “so it eases our suffering”.
From the “cell” a guard spoke to him, and his voice was of fear and terror (God, stop preaching Fatih, for your soul you son of a… And now, you just go to prison, son of a…). In fact, little after we got to that place so frightening and scary, the human slaughterhouse, the red building of the military prison of Saidnaya.
After that, they took us out of the “cell” with hard beatings and insults. The jail guards received us as enraged dogs, eager to hunt.
And we sat on the ground, on our knees and head to the floor. We were bounded with metal fetters and our eyes were covered. One of the guards pigs talked to us with a scary voice and we listened to the instructions of that prison:
“Any of you shit that lower your hands before my eyes, I want to curse you. Any of you pigs that whispers, I want to throw the wheel upon you directly. And any of you shit that say he is sick, I want to kill you enough until you are completely dead. And any pig that remembers the name of God here, I want to…” and he cursed with a blasphemy, that son of a sin.
“All of these give us the authority of the authority. Say out loud: did you understand, you brothers of….? Did you understand you sons of…?
Soon after, our fetters were removed and they put us down in two underground spaces. They beat us as if we were not human beings but animals, in front of them, although animals were better than us in that situation. The criminal guard talked (and we were all put face against the wall and covered with cloths as a mother to a child that doesn’t want at all that a part of the cloth covers his body, that is, completely naked and cloth on our heads). He told us that we had to follow the instructions as the other pig said and then he said (while we were bounded forward, with our hands in the eyes and raising our feet), “it’s ok, we have something new and it is call to have a wheel”. (He yelled with the highest voice and I wanted his voice to reach his mother, you son of a…)
The enraged dogs started beating the prisoners while cursing with strange insults, hard to describe, as if they were beating animals in front of them, beating them with the method of the wheel; either with the cable of a wheel or the cover of a fan, which is the most famous of this jail and it is known for having a very scary noise and a great strength in order to break bones and fragment human flesh; and also plastic tubes (green bottles of water) and electric prod and a “wind board” (which is a simplified system made of wood which holds the prisoner by its half and it can rise both feet together, so the prisoner is totally controlled by the guard and is tortured as he wants) and police batons.
So it is the intensity of the beatings and tortures, with prisoners yelling that can shake your heart and turned the stomach (And may God look after us… Oh God…). Here the guard beat more and more and curses with blasphemy all around.
After they gave us that beating, the jailer called individually to each prisoner (standing up) and that son of a... said a word punished by God. In two words, those enraged dogs took the prisoners to their solitary cell.
They put four prisoners in the solitary cell of Kahnem, which is small. We sat on it. We prayed for God (over the toilet). All the prisoners were naked, without clothes; and our condition was of destruction of our hearts and our eyes due to seeing so much pain, suffering and fatigue.
Bad smell was emitted by our bodies due to scabies and the infections that rot our bones.
There was only one meal a day; half loaf of bread, two olives, some wheat (burgol) and sometimes a piece of boiled potatoes for the four detainees. At each meal there was a punishment: they beat the prisoner's hands when the prisoner takes the food where they pass it, which is a hole under the door of the cell (a slot).
A month later, the jailer called us to stand in line at the door cell (which means that we turned our backs to the ground, each of us put his hand over his eyes and the other holding the prisoner's waist in front of him). They opened the door and led us in a row, to us and to other cells, to the second floor of the prison, with the constant beatings of the dogs, until we reached the wing. Then we were taken to the bedroom. We were 25 prisoners and immediately upon arrival, we were received with the wheel, beatings with sticks to all.
Then we heard that frightening noise, with a dirty and distant tone (we heard the bedroom instructions ...): "When we hear any movement or sound of a walk or a voice, the position to be taken will be facing the wall".
He also told us that the bedroom door is sacred to him, as if we were looking at his sister or his mother naked, of course, with insults, beatings and blasphemies.
He also said: When food is given in the morning, you have to take off your clothes completely and go to the center of the bedroom and then sit in an inclined position, with your hands and legs held to your eyes (position of the wheel), although the small ration of food for prisoners is not enough even for a small child.
He also said: "I do not want to hear anything sounding like sick or the word" sick "or" hungry "or any other word that is not a "praising" word. I want praises every day. I do not want sick people. It is understood?
He also said: blessed to be the prison of God, but here (with the forgiveness of God almighty) if I am to hear a prayer, I want it to be the prayer of your funeral.
And he also said: whatever instructions you hear or what you are ordered to do, you must do it immediately, and I do not want failures, understood? And he began to insult with blasphemies as he wanted, the very son of sin.
Then they named a president of the bedroom. This is the greatest responsibility of any prisoner, to be a president who complies, because he will bear the greatest punishment, the torment and murder of more than one in the bedroom.
Then they brought worn out clothes full of lice and bad smell, which were not enough for even half of the prisoners in the bedroom. They told us to share, and they closed the door. He and the criminals who were with him left the wing.
These days were very difficult and serious, with fear, horror, cold, lice, diseases and infections that eat our skin and our thin body.
Every morning, we take off our simple clothes and the largest number of detainees had nothing but shorts, slippers and an inner shirt. We put ourselves in the center of the bedroom and the food arrives (one meal a day). When they entered, the wheel is a collective punishment, with plastic tubes, rubber sticks, prods; insults and blasphemies, beating us on all parts of the body; and then the food is mixed with some of that and they throw it at us or the ground, and they take three prisoners and make them step on the food; or they beat them on the ground and throw food at them. Then they close the door and say ("have a nice meal, brother of the ...") and they complete the distribution to the other wing bedrooms. Then they give the order to start eating, and the time for that is 10 minutes.
Then we eat the food, we distribute it in the moment to eat it, although it is not enough even for a small child.
A few days after we entered the bedroom, in the first month of 2012, a young man, Abd el-Nasser Mohammed al-Nassif, from the city of Daraa, died affected by the environment, scabies, diseases and infections.
Oh God. This is the life in this bedroom and this prison. Every day is of fear and horror, humiliation and murder, as if we were not human; of ways of injustice and sectarianism that the surveillance of the prison makes, and nobody is chasing anyone for the crimes and violations to the human beings inside this prison.
We look at each other and see our figures scared and thin, as if we were dead.
In addition to all the torment, humiliation and psychological pressure, the pigs began to change the treatment, to make it even worse, increasing the policy of starvation, committing crimes and murders, spreading tuberculosis, scabies and diarrhea significantly. The prisoners die one by one, like birds, when they were all young in flower age. And those who do not die from tuberculosis, scabies or diarrhea, will surely die under the feet of the criminal guards, as if we did not belong to something called human beings.
Oh God, may you be with my brothers in the prisons of the criminal regime, and free them, return them to their families, and give them peace, Oh Lord of the Worlds.
Mohamed Abu Faisal
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