Memories of a Prisoner -2-
A new day and new voices…yes this is the way things are in room number 10….everyday you see new prisoners that come to wait to be transported to other prisons…Most of them were waiting with no patience to get out of this room and go to an other place that can be better…I woke up…washed my face and then sat to listen to what these new comers were talking about, and those who were with me since yesterday…then suddenly we all stood to listen the names of the prisoners that were decided to be sent to central prisons that were known of supplying better way of living than this place….but what surprised me was that I didn’t hear my name between their names….I stayed at my castle me and another two men….and they took all the others…even those who came after me to this room, but I said to myself it is ok, and I started my daily entertaining series….beside us was a special room…special because of how it was guarded and the cameras that surrounded it and its services…it was a room specialized for those who became crazy and lost their brains because of what they saw here….And suddenly I heard one of them shouting, the police officers came and hit him until he wasn’t able to shout again…I prayed and I read some quran…we were hungry and needed water and food, but no one listened to us because we were only three and we were at Room Number 10…the room that can be heard…The room that was only specialized for those who were supposed to move to other place but i stayed without any move…I was told that they didn’t move me because I was a political prisoner and not a crime prisoner….the reason was the strikes that the Palestinian political prisoners were doing in the central prisons because of the bad circumstances they live in…but I started to ask myself why then they let me in room number 10…why they didn’t put me with people who were like me in other rooms, again I convinced myself that it is ok, I tried to keep myself busy by reading and praying but I started to feel that I am missing something, I wanted to go outside to feel the air and see the sun…I just wanted to go through this door…I slept while I was waiting and finally they let us out at seven pm…in which we were the last three prisoners from all the prison that were allowed to breath some new air only for some minutes and the reason was that we were the prisoners of Room Number 10, the prisoners of no room…I called my family for two minutes and I couldn’t talk more because of the VIP people that were working with police and were given more time than the others…when I saw them I wanted to know more about this but I couldn’t…we came back to our damned room I prayed again and tried to sleep, so I slept better than the first night, it was better…
- STOP THE PRIVATIZATION OF OUR PRISONS AND JUSTICE SYSTEMS
- Dr Aafia Siddiqui - The Prisoner 650
- Modernize U.S. prison and jail systems.
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