Greetings, it is I, Ahmed, Mohamed, Mahmoud, Abdullah, Abdulrahman, Magdy, Sabry, Saad, Saeed, or any name in the world. I write to you as a prisoner, among the 1500 residents of Badr IIl prison. Please do not worry about my wellbeing, my dear family. Although much has changed about me since we last met 9 years, 6 years, 3 years, or even 2 months ago, some aspects of my face remain recognizable. My hair may have turned white and I may have lost a significant amount of weight, but my voice remains the same. If you can remember it, it will be the only thing that could help you identify me if we ever reunite.
Dear mother, I hope this message finds you well. I dream of you every night, praying that I will see you again before your time on earth ends. If you are still alive, please do not worry about my condition. If, unfortunately, you have passed away, the Lord will hold accountable those who have caused us to be separated.
My dear father, I miss you greatly. Are you still among the living? The last time we saw each other, you looked at me with such pride, waiting for your eldest son to help shoulder life's burdens. But before you could see the fruits of your labor, they took me away from you, and they took you away from me.
My faithful wife, my true love, how are you coping with the hardships of life? I left you carrying a heavy burden. How are you making ends meet? I have been away from you for so long, and it is difficult for me to imagine what your life is like now. My mind is filled I have been deprived of the life that was taken away from me when I was imprisoned in Scorpion prison and later in Badr III prison. My dearest son, can you recall me at all? I had to leave you while you were still learning the basics, such as the alphabets and "Surat Alfateha". It's been years since we last saw each other, and I wonder what you look like now. Do you resemble me or your mother? They took you away from me, and in turn, they took me away from you, my beloved child. I cannot even visualize your image in my mind, and I don't know if the pictures of me in our house will help you feel connected to me or not. However, my dear boy, please know that I am not a stranger. Your mother, grandmother, and grandfather will tell you about me, and they will inform you that I am still alive. I yearn to hear you call me "dad," but the people who put me in Scorpion prison and later in Badr III prison robbed me of that opportunity.
I will do everything within my power to reunite with you and the rest of our family. If i have to commit suicide in hope to persuade them that I am a human being and have the same human rights as them and my family, and you, my dear son, are also a human being with human rights. May God unite us soon.
