The police officer was saying the most disgusting curse words when he was interrogating me.
I got my period at that moment.
“What is that?” he asked.
“Blood,” I said.
I don’t know if I had got my period or I started bleeding from fear.
“Go fetch a pair of underwear,” he told the soldier.

My daughter was 8 months pregnant when I went to prison.
I wasn’t with her when she gave birth.
I fell ill and went to the prison hospital.
I stayed there 15 days, followed by another 15 days.
My daughter gave birth without me by her side.
“I don’t want anyone with me. I just want my mother!” she said when she was giving birth.
“Where’s your mother?” her father-in law asked.
“They took her away. She didn’t do anything wrong!” she said.
My sister visited me and said, “Your daughter gave birth and she’s in good health. Just take care of yourself. Don’t worry about her, we’re with her.”

I didn’t eat anything for 2 days during Eid.
They wanted to do a check up on me but I refused.
Going outside meant they’ll have to handcuff and restrain me.
I received treatment in the hospital. I got depressed.
They would slap me to make me speak.
I couldn’t get out any words. I wanted to, but I couldn’t.

My husband got diabetes the same day I was sentenced.
I saw him when he fell unconscious in the courtroom.
Finding a lawyer was a horror story.
They’d tell the lawyer, “Help us save her.”
“Pay up,” he’d say.
They took every penny we had. We even sold our apartment.
The lawyer didn’t do anything. It was God that got me out.
I filed an appeal from inside prison. The appeal my husband paid 30,000 LE for didn’t work.
I went to court and I was found innocent.
What am I supposed to do now after what my family and I have been through?
After I lost my apartment, my life, and my reputation?
Whenever people would hear I was in prison they’d ask, “Why did she kill him? Why?”
You people don’t know anything.