Is Al-Hussein That Way?

I walked into the yard one day and saw a new batch of prisoners being ushered in.
“Don’t let this one go,” said the supervisor.
She was a very old woman who looked like the singer Dalida.
“Come here. Where are you going?” I asked.
“I want to go to Al-Hussein Mosque,” she said.
“Do you see that road?” I said. “You’ll find the mosque at the end of it. Pray for me.”
“I’ll pray for you,” she said.
She went through the gates and then they were closed.

I cried because I fooled her.
I felt bad for using a holy figure in manipulating her.

It would take forever to tell you everything that happened in prison.
We’ve learned things from this experience.
There’s the good and bad in there.
You make friends in there—although not in the normal sense.
We don’t know how to deal with the world when we get out.
I wish I could visit them.
There’s not much to do with 100 LE.
Should I use it to feed my children? Or to pay my daughter’s tuition? Or to visit my friend in prison?
A prisoner is guaranteed to get food, whether through visitors or friends.
There are good and bad people in there.
Some are bossy and others just want to keep to themselves.

If someone controls you, it’s because you let them.
You’ve got to take certain measures if you don’t want to be controlled by someone.

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