- On the day of my exam they took me to the public prosecution.
- Who interrogated you?
- I do not know his name.
- Ok, go on.
- I explained why I bit the policeman. I told them what happened and what they did with me. A member of the police, Maryam Al-Ahmed, who escorted me tried to
influence his decision and prevent me from talking. But the interrogator reprimanded her and said: Don’t interfere with the Public Prosecution’s work. I was released on bail, BD 50, and they
agreed to take me to my exam.
- “You talked to him about the exam?”, I said jokingly.
- I know this sounds strange but the exam was the only thing on my mind and it was the reason behind my crying.
- It’s one of the tricks of the human mind; it escapes the devastating pain by engaging itself in an idea that doesn’t cause as much pain.
- Really? May be.. because if I were to think about my chastity, my torment from the beatings, or my sick mother I would’ve died.
- Why weren’t you released on that day, then?
- In the police car, Maryam made several phone calls. I heard her say:”Do something, the prosecutor had released her.” I never imagined that the decision can be
disabled. When we returned to the police station and while my sister was completing the release procedures and paying the bail, one of the female police approached us, threw the money in our
faces, and say: “The prosecution’s decision was wrong, you won’t be released!”
- I cried like I have never cried before. I told them: “Imprison me all my life but allow me to sit for the exam”.
- Surprisingly the officer extended her leg in front of me and said:”Kiss my feet and I will allow you to do the test”. I was crying, but suddenly I burst
laughing. I don’t know how a person can cry and laugh at the same time, but this is what happened to me.
Minister of Interior: Did you see the ill treatment of your “brothers” towards the detainees?