Alaas letter to his sisters from jail. Everytime someone is wrongly imprisoned a bit of all of us is broken. And everytime silence prevails a bit of us is doomed. ...The day that they broke into my house and arrested me, Khaled was sick and unable to sleep. I took him in my arms for an hour until he slept. And what is adding to the oppression that I feel is that I find that this imprisonment is serving no purpose, it is not resistance and there is no revolution. The people that are in ongoing negotiations despite the fact that they are not in jail aren’t worth the reality that I am deprived from spending even one hour with my son. The previous imprisonments had meaning because I felt that I was in jail by choice and it was for a positive gain. https://docs.google/document/d/1oe2XywUurWhC5aZKDcMglbGCg9F_WePHi57zvXCTpZE/mobilebasic?pli=1&viewopt=127
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