Wanted to share with you all a little about this book that I’m reading. It has been ages since I started reading this book about a group of very courageous women. Let me outline it a bit, it’s about women in Iraq during Saddam’s rule. A group of them jailed for reasons they themselves have no clue about. Some of them are well educated, while others are housewives. They all share something in common, the prison cell. The book explains the extreme torture they face. The reason why it’s taking me ages is that once I get so hung over the book, and they torture these women like I hell, I tend to break down and cry :$ I know stupid, but I get emotional. And knowing all this is true. I get depressed. So I just keep the book down for a couple of days, before starting another chapter. What I really wanted to share with you is this poem; a woman had etched on a wall of one of the cells.
“They took me away from my home
They slapped me when I cried out for my children
They imprisoned me
They accused me of crimes I had never committed
They interrogated me with their harsh accusations
They tortured me with their cruel hands
They stubbed out cigarettes on my flesh
They cut out my tongue
They raped me
They cut off my breasts
I wept alone, in pain and in fear
They sentenced me to die
They staked me to the wall
I begged for mercy
They shot me between my eyes
They dumped my body in a shallow grave
They buried me without a shroud
After my death they discovered I was innocent.”