The Sun Still Shines

We passed through the big gate of barracks and entered a big yard. The guard guided me beside a wall and told me: “Stand right here.” Then he called some soldiers and told them: “He should stand there and not move and if he moved, hit him by stock or bayonet. He stands here until I get back.” The soldiers frightened of the sentences by that agent, looked at me worriedly. It seemed they were guarding a dangerous killer.

I could not believe my eyes when I felt the warmness of sunshine on my body. I had been in darkness for a long time and my eyes were not familiar with all that light and they began weeping. With all those injuries on my body and being sleepless for a long time, that fresh air and light were just like a miracle for me. I felt that I was on the clouds flying in the sky. I even heard the sound of springs and birds in my dreams. I was feeling these emotions that I fall asleep. Somebody shook me and made wake up. I took a deep frightened breath. At first, I thought the guard who was with me had returned. But he was one of those soldiers and told me: “Sir, lean back on the wall.” I slowly moved back and leant back on the wall. Such a sweet and unforgettable moment it was! I felt that I was in paradise. I was feeling a strange peace. I fall asleep again.

I woke up with the sound of call for prayers at noon. It was a long time that I had not heard the sweet and melodious sound of call for prayers. I said that soldier that I wanted to go to toilet and perform my ablution for prayers. He said no. I insisted and told him: “hey man, aren’t you a Muslim?! I want to say my prayers.” He said: “They’ve told me that you can’t move from here.” Another soldier stepped forward and said: “Let him free. He just wants to say his prayers.” I threatened that if they did not let me go to toilet, I would make their dirty because I could not control myself any more. Their commander came and asked what had happened. I explained the matter again. He ordered one those soldiers to take me to the toilet. When I entered the toilet, I fall asleep for about 5 minutes. Suddenly I heard the knock on the door. Somebody asked: “What are you doing there? Harry up!” I opened my eyes and told him: “Ok. I’m coming out.” Then I came out fast.

The noon sunshine was so hot then. They let me to say my prayers in shadow. They showed me the direction of Kiblah. I stood for prayers…Allahu Akbar … I don’t remember exactly in which prostration of which unit of my prayers it was that I fall asleep. Moments later, a soldier came and lifted me up and told me to sit somewhere around there. I sat on a step and calmed down.

Some minutes later once again I asked for going to toilet and pretended that I had stomachache. The soldier who had seen the miserable way of my saying prayers had become kinder and took me to the toilet again. I saw a half piece of shaving blade. A thought came to my mind. I took it, washed it and put it in my pocket and then after performing my ablution came back to step that I was sitting on.

Because of my feet’s puffiness, I took off one of my shoes so hard and began twiddling it. Finally, I could cut a piece of it. Then I put that piece of blade inside my shoe and formed it as what it was before. I was thinking if they began torturing me again, I would cut my hand vessel and kill myself. Most of this thought came to my mind because of firm belief in keeping Hezbollah’s secrets at any price.

It was about 3 o’clock in the afternoon that I gradually got back normal. I was half awake and half asleep that a soldier came to me and ordered: “Come on! Go and stand in your place.” So, I ran fast to stand there. That soldier stood there and assumed present arms. The agent came in and found out that I passed that moments happily but he did not show that! He took my hand and pulled me inside the building and surrendered me to Sergeant Saghi, the prison’s director. Saghi called two soldiers and ordered them: “Bring the prisoner following me.”