All Praise is for Almighty Allah, Who alone is worthy of worship and besides
Him there is no other Ilah. He is One without any associate. He, Who has sent
the Furqan to distinguish between right and wrong. All praise is to Him Allah,
Who Gave Ibrahim (As) Hidaya and saved him from the burning fire of the idolworshipping
Mushriks; He Who saved Musa (As) and Bani Israil from the tyrant
Pharaoh and his followers, strengthened Isa (As) with the Hawarin; He who
saved Rasool (saws) and the Mu'minin in the cave of Abu Taleb and has failed
the plots of the Kafir, Mushriks in all ages and given victory to the Mu'minin.
My salah and salam to Rasool (saws), his family, his companions and to all those
who follows him till Qiyama. I seek Dua and forgiveness for the Mu'minin, the
blood of whom has stained this land. I bear witness that there is none worthy of
worship but the Almighty Allah and Muhammad (saws) is him slave and messenger.
This inscription is an anguish of broken hearted, repressed and despaired Mu'mins,
some of whom have no more strength left in them to take the least abuse. The
distressed slaves pray to their Lord for help. Today, they are imprisoned in the
hands of most evil oppressors. Most of them passing days in the dark, filthy cells
of rigorous torment, their hope and desires have come to a standstill in the brutal
walls of the prison.
They often gave away the hope of freedom from the demeanor of the heartless,
savage tyrants. But they never gave away hope of the Mercy of Allah (SWT).
The vindictive, merciless torment by these sick barbarians forced many brothers
to the verge of losing sanity and many of them did. Today, they look helpless,
speechless. The servants of the tyrant Jews and Christians have broken every
barriers of inhumanity. The brothers are undergoing relentless punishment, insult
and inhumanly cruel treatment. Why this retribution? What is their crime?
Their only crime is they are Muslims of Tawheed. There are many of them who
stories of arrest and abuse are indifferent. One of them shared his story as follows:
It was late in the afternoon. I was walking down the road, when a speeding
black vehicle passed by. In a moment it took turn and braked in front of me.
Before I could understand anything they tied my eyes, put me onboard and left
the spot in a great haste. When they opened my eyes I found myself alongside
a dirty pool. A man hurriedly tied my face and nose with a soaked towel and
started pouring water over me. Another hurled abuse from the side "whatever
we did in the car is just the beginning. You didn't open your mouth you son of a
bitch! Now your father will speak!" Four men pulled my hands from behind and
two stepped on my feet. I could see death in front of my eyes.
Remembered the incident of Ammar Ibn Yasir (RA)'s torture when he was tortured
by douching in water. They bombarded me with questions every few instants.
Felt that death is a lot better than this agony. Seeing my unwillingness to
cooperate one of them swore "the son of a bitch needs hot water" and increased
the time of spilling. Felt death is now inevitable. When you are facing death only
Allah (SWT) knows- from where so much strength comes to your body; with the
violent shaking of my body the men lost the grip of my hand and fell on top of
one another. In this way continued the struggle for life and death.
In state of helplessness they tied my eyes and were taking me to an unknown
destination. When I opened my eyes found myself in pitch dark. Felt pain in
moving the tired drained body from one side to another. I wanted to sleep but a
sudden bright light of electric bulb took away the sensation. At the very instant
few men entered and pulled me up. They tied my hands and legs and placing
them in a wooden frame, they placed sticks underneath my arms and legs. My
head hanging upside down, my feet attached to my lower back.
Two men who seemed like officers entered with heavy sounds of boots, accompanied
by few guards. Everyone was wearing uniform. It was not too difficult to
understand that this was the infamous elite force (RAB). The man who looked
liked the officer shouted out loud. Hit after hit on the knees, lower back and
feet caused blood to rush out of the bruises. "Bastard! Disclose while there is still
time, your life will be spared". Cannot say how long this lasted.
Gaining consciousness, I found myself lying in bedding in a tiled floor. I was no
long in the he dark damp room. I heard mild voices, "why did you have to do
this to him?" At the same time I noticed an officer standing beside me. He
tried to console me as if he felt I was maltreated. "Nothing will happen to you,
only help us a bit. You are a citizen of this country and even the torture you
have gone through can be called for justice. The terrorist are the enemies of the
nation and country, but the ones who have been brain washed without understanding,
we are there to look after them". He left giving strict orders to take
me someone else.
By the lavish outlook it looked like an office. The enriched food, gentle etiquettes
would compete against any five stars Hotel. I was feeling a little better now. Two
guards escorted me to a different room where the officer was sitting in a chair.
Inquiring of my condition he said, "Don't worry! your parents and others are
doing well, when you feel a little better you can go home. But it is better if you
go abroad than home. I have made all arrangements for you and your family to
go abroad so that the terrorist can cause no harm to you. See, this is your plane
ticket. I have also solved the problem of passport. I have said everything about
you to my senior officer. Besides the government is very considering towards
innocent and penitent citizens. You can tell me everything without fear."
Bones, sculls, the room displayed horrifying scenes of torture. I could hear the
screams of agony from a distant place. Looking around, the short-lived bliss
faded away fast. "What are you thinking?" asked the officer calmly. Seeing my
unsupportiveness he tried different ways to convince me" Even if you don't
want to speak the truth you can't hold it. It is your responsibility to look after
the well being of your family. I am giving my word, I will look after your future
and everything."
I was sitting in the sofa when few youths were brought forth. They all had clear
signs of torture in their faces. Two of them identified me and the officer was
satisfied. They were taken away to give testimonies and be the main witness.
"We know everything about you. Still I want you to show remorse by giving
information", said the officer. They showed me some pictures which proves my
involvement. Felt worse when the youths testified against me.
"Alright, you don't have to say anything, just sign on this paper" said the officer.
With my negative indication he turned stiff. Some of the guards seized me,
forced me to sit on another chair and tied me up. Thus, opened a new chapter
of torture. My head began to spin; I am turning with the chair, feeling as if
someone is pulling me away. I am almost unconscious. The torment continued
in phases.
Upon gaining consciousness, I found myself in the dark. As the body slowly regained
sensation, I jolted in disbelief. I was naked. With radiance from somewhere
I found myself naked in a damp room. Could not hold back anymore.
Tears began to roll down the eyes. Some men from the elite force (RAB) came
in and asked me to stand up. My eyes closed in shame and disgrace.
Again, one question after another. Started giving electric shocks in the hands
and legs. A saitan came in with a metal detector like thing and started giving
electric shocks in my private part. I was remembering Allah in myself. Alas this
world! They call this a Muslim country! All of a sudden a kick from behind threw
me into the ground. They started giving shocks again, the fingers on the hands
and feet became numb and turned black. Two men started kicking me incessantly.
Blood started coming out from different parts of the body. The body is
shaking with hunger and thirst. When I asked for water they urinated on me.
In the midst of this they bought a youth. He couldn't stop crying. When they left
I tried to speak with him. He could speak of crying. When I tried to console him
he said "everything is over, what is the point in consoling now!" Not finding his
brother some police in white clothes picked him up from home. Torturing him
they asked about the whereabouts of his brother. When he didn't say anything
they brought his father, mother and sister. "They started torturing me in front
of them and conversely when one of his family members conceded that he has
information. When I didn't want to speak they took off my clothes. One of the
them kicked my father on top of me and asked him to rape me. Otherwise they
threatened to molest my mother and sister. They took off my father's clothes
in front of me. I don't know if someone had to face more cruel or disgraceful
situation than this? I couldn't take it anymore when father stood helplessly in
front of me, beaten up inhumanly. I shouted out, I know everything, I will tell
you, just let go of my mother and sister. One of them recorded everything and
sent a message to some particular destination. They let my folks leave but kept
me here", the boy said sobbing.
My eyes began to close out of fatigue. Cannot remember when I fell asleep. All
of a sudden someone kicked me with a boot in the face and instantly they tied
my legs and hanged me upside down. They started giving electric shocks in the
hand. My head became heavy. After sometime when I gained consciousness I
asked for water. Taking permission from the officer they gave me water.
Felt I was somewhere else now. Beside me are two well built men, trying to
cover the private parts with their hands. Did not get a chance to speak with
them. They handcuffed out and hanged us so that we would not be able to sleep.
They widened our legs and tied them to a support behind us. Felt extreme pain
in the head and different parts of the body. After a while when we felt sleepy
in the position they started giving electric shocks. This continued for days and
night (I tried to guess the time because I would not know) and I reached a point
of losing mental stability.
Now they made me stand in a small room. There was no option of moving an
inch. Felt that the handing position was better than this. Amidst this they gave
some dry bread to eat. When I found it difficult to intake they brought some
water. It was not difficult to have the bread with water. Could not keep my eyes
open anymore. I was just about to sleep when a sharp, needle like iron boulder
started descending on top of my head making a horrible noise. The boulder
stopped with my scream in fear. Felt that death was better than this. Now I
waited to see the end. But the closer it came down, the faster my blood began
to circulate.
Cannot take it anymore, I cannot stay up any longer and they would not let me
sleep. How much longer do I have to stay awake? Following the sound of boots,
my eyes set on some senior officers. They asked me to speak the truth and help
them. If I do not do so they warned of more dire consequences. I could no longer
keep my eyelids open. Instantly a bright light fell over the eyes. Closing the eyes
was of no avail. It seemed as if the light would penetrate the eyes into my head.
Having standing is in a place no longer than the size of a pipe, felt my feet would
start bleeding. I could not take it anymore. I agreed to tell them everything but
first I want to sleep. The moment they brought me down from the position I fell
into the floor.
Awaking from sleep I found myself clothed. They took me to a magistrate and
showing that day to be the day of arrest they asked for remand. Being granted
the remand they brought me to the police station and started asking questions. I
answered that I do not know. There was new beginning of torment. They threw
me into reservoir. My feet struck pipes three to four foots under water. Instantaneously
something more poisonous that the venomous snakes began to bite
me. I understood it was catfish biting my legs. I screamed and lost consciousness.
The bruises in the legs are still as it was.
They blindfolded me and were taking me to an unknown destination. When
they stopped it was dark at night. It is extremely cold; on top of that there is
not even any cloth to cover your privates. Suddenly a lamp lit up and a female
officer entered into the room with some female guards. They started poking
into my sensitive regions, passing filthy remarks. Asked Allah from my heart
to relieve me from this fitna. The officer left and the women started harassing
me. I earnestly pray to Allah that he protects the Mu'meens from these filthy
fitna. Felt strange that they have sold themselves to the order of their officers.
Sometimes four, sometimes six in number, they abused me for hours displaying
their body parts.
They continued with mental torture by connecting a tube in the passage path
of urine, giving electric sparks, not allowing you to urinate and touching the
sensitive regions and arousing desires. The room was getting warmer and I was
no longer feeling the cold. The stimulating music continued. One of the girls was
standing alone. I noticed her name and figured that she must have born in a
Muslim household. I tried to give some nasiha and awaken her integrity. By the
will of Allah, her conscience was stricken although for a moment. Upon questioning,
she informed, "It is unimaginable that any man would ignore us. Rather
they would like to die for getting us closer. But you people are completely different.
That's why girls are used to tease the men and men are used to tease
the women."
Later I got to know that our mothers and sisters were sexually harassed in front
of the brothers. No son or brother or father would be able to stand still seeing
this harassment. These culprits have no shame in collecting information using
vile methods. O Allah! We submit our helplessness to You. Verily You accept the
du'a of the oppressed. I went mad with anger and sorrow. They were threatening
to kill me in case I do not comply with their proposal. My body was not even
capable of taking a stroke of a flower. It is impossible to live in this situation
without any clothes on.
They blindfolded me and took me somewhere else. I understood that place was
not far. Then what I saw after opening my eyes was not possible for me to describe
in words. Even an unusually imaginative person would not dare to think
how humans were behaving with other humans in this very Muslim land. I was
not thinking of myself anymore. Seeing the poor condition the brothers were
put into, especially the senior brothers, I was unable to hold myself strong. My
whole body was trembling, my words were getting lost. I experienced with my
own eyes why Allah has promisedso many glad tidings for the Mujahids. One
Murabit, Mujahid Abdullah ibn Mubarak (rahimahullah) rightly wrote a letter
to his friend Fudail ibn Ayyad (rahimahullah) who was doing ibadah at the Holy
Haramain, saying, "When you shed your tears at the Holy Qabah, we shed our
bloods to establish the Deen of the Owner of this Qabah."
Every one of us was lying naked in the house of the living dead owned by these
merciless oppressors. They named it "Interrogation Cell". This was the real account
of their interrogation. Our Mujahid brothers were in unbearable pain due
to hunger, thirst, fatigue and above all of these due to constant physical and
mental torture. These torturers had burnt the hands, beards and other parts
of the body of some brothers with gunpowder after arresting them. They had
crashed the legs of some brothers by shooting them with guns. They had made
injured brothers and sisters crippled by cutting off their limbs in the name of
medical treatment. I saw with my own eyes that beard of the brothers, the
Sunnah of the Prophet Muhammad, was being pulled up with the blunt part of
an iron cutter. I myself experienced that, nevertheless it is obligatory for Muslim
men to keep beard.
They kept us hanging weeks after weeks. They pulled up our nails. They slowly
burnt attractive and sensitive areas of our body after taking off our cloths by
dripping hot candles. They crushed us after putting us in between two ladders
up and down. They made many brothers to sit on an iron chair in a small
room and tied their hands, legs and bodies with it and then put high voltage
bulbs over and around the head so closely that if feels like water was getting
boiled. The defendants were made to urinate in an iron pot connected electrically.
Blood is about to come out from the private parts and sometimes it really
bleeds. Brothers were bored through wire-gauze in hands and kept hanging
from a tree or a pole. Needles were put into the fingers of their hands and legs.
Different body parts were given electric shock again and again to almost burn
them. They cut off or disfigure the index fingers and the thumbs of the brothers
who seemed to be important. Even they cut off their wrists, made them
crippled by disfiguring their legs so that the brothers cannot be of any use when
they go out of the prison. They poured water after covering the head completely
with a cotton cloth or towel drenched with water or liquids like wine, bear,
soft drinks etc. You would feel like you cannot breathe anymore which is really
unbearable. If I could write down all the accounts of various types of tortures
they do, next generation would get to know the real picture of it. Where is their
humanity? Where are their promises? Where is their slogan for human rights?
All hollow words! We would request the people of this nation not to get deceived
by them, not to be afraid of them. Go ahead in raging speed; victory belongs to
the Mu'min Insha'Allah!
Anyway, after watching this poor condition of the brothers I realized these
beasts in the disguise of humans are planning something new. They were monitoring
our actions. They started interrogating if someone did anything out of
emotional surge. In spite of that one brother took the risk and made me informed
through gestures not to drink the water supplied by them or to drink a
little because that water was mixed with high power sleeping pills. Then I got it
clear why they provided us with dry bread with water only and why we use to
feel unusually sleepy after drinking that water.
I was still lingering in my thoughts, the environment again got intense with
the sounds from the boots of some uniformed male and female officers and soldiers.
We were asked to sign some papers. I told that all the allegations brought
against the brothers were completely false. I would not give false witness. They
started torturing us at a new level then. They made the junior brothers to beat
our respected senior brothers. Who would inspire us in the matter of the Deen
even with their simple presence, whom we all would not get a chance to serve,
to insult those brothers the culprits had kept us all together in this inhuman
situation. Soon I realized that I was going to be tested like never before in my
life.
Threatening our handsome brothers to torture outrageously, those hyenas threw
them off to the floor and pressed their legs with their boots after binding their
hands. My whole body was shaking in anger but no one is free. What can we
do? We were perplexed. Then they started another level of torturing. When
threatening, beating, electric shock did not work, one sick devil from the hell
started abusing abhorrently which I cannot utter and said, "You need not to
be a witness; now you go rape your daddy. Otherwise I would not spare any of
you." After saying this he pushed me against one of my brothers. Shouting "Allahu
Akbar" at the top of my voice I rolled myself aside and said, "I will sign the
papers, but before that let the bothers be dressed."
Then they took me to another place covering my eyes; I had no idea what
happened to those brothers. Seeing the condition of that new place I mentally
prepared myself for death. They said, "What information do you have to help
us against the terrorists, give us, we won't harm you." I kept silent and seeing
that they tried to tempt me again. Then one human-shaped beast put a wet
pad of clothes around my throat tightly. When they were convinced that I deceived
them, they did not delay at all to provide electricity to the wed pad. In
a moment, I was dumbfounded; I was like a living dead person!!! "O Allah, I am
in need of any help You offer me. I submit my helplessness to you. Forgive me
and all the Mu'min brothers. Protect me from this great trial. Make it easy for
the brothers. O Allah! I surrender my family to Your Guardianship. Restrain the
hand of the oppressors. Make division among them, destroy them!"
They took me to the magistrate. I was bleeding and in a critical state. I let them
know through my gestures that I was not going to give false witness. The magistrate
threw me away by kicking me form his bench, blood got curdled in my
mouth. They sent me back to the prison fearing my condition would get worse. I
kept laying with my nearly dead body; they gave me two very old dirty blankets
to cover myself. They made me to stay alone in a room depriving me of all the
special facilities of the prison hospital. By the mercy of Allah I started to recover
well after suffering for a long period. My pain seemed insignificant when I saw
brothers shot by bullets were left alone without any kind of treatment in the
prison. Here our bothers were not even given the normal status of defendants
rather they had to pass their days in constant degrading treatment.
Many young brothers are made to stay together with wicked criminals. Those
innocent brothers have to stay awake night after night to save themselves from
vile sexual torture. There is no account of how many brothers had been belabored
with stick for the crime of protesting these acts! They had been beaten brutally
in their knees, feet, and buttocks and after making them injured severely
they were sent to different prisons as rebels so that they can be tortured again
blindfolded. They were not allowed to get any so-called legal help or to submit a
deny petition. They were prevented from having the basic right of meeting with
relatives from the very beginning of getting arrested. Some prisons do not even
permit any meeting with the family members during Eid celebration. Prison
authorities frequently appropriate the money given by the parents. Indecent
harassment in the name of searching is a common incident. Brothers are bound
to stay with smokers, drug addicts and other wicked criminals. They are to put
shackles all day and nights. Brothers suffering from tuberculosis do not get any
medical treatment. Many brothers are almost paralyzed and have lost their
mental stability due to constant exposure to physical and mental abuse. Brothers
killed without any treatment are told to be dead because of heart attack.
We have to follow rules strictly like an army camp. We do not get any scope for
studying. If they find out one pen from us, we are ordered to be hit hundred
times with sticks. They made us to wear black jom cap for silly excuses, to give
rounds in front of the criminals blindfold and they kept us hanging from tall
trees after putting handcuffs on our hands. They keep the brothers in the jail
years after years without any charge. They are not even sent to the court rather
they get the worst behavior all the time. Other criminals are made agitated
against the brothers and when the dispute gets intense, the authority punishes
the innocent brothers instead. If any Islamic-minded jail super behaves well with
the brothers out of sympathy, then they have to go through show-cause to the
divisional level. But this type of people is rare and understandably they behave
well by getting impressed of the good character of the brothers.
Any rational human being does not want to lose his respect even after getting
tortured. And here my respected brothers have got insults and mockery as their
companions for years. O Allah! You are our only Guardian, only You are the
Helper. You are the Protector of the child Musa. You are the Helper, the Guide
who provided shelter and safety to the young people of the cave. You are Azizul
Haqim and we are the oppressed for the sake of your Deen. O Allah! You are the
best Planner! Forgive us and make us companions of those who are the pioneer
for the sake of your cause. Give us strength to carry on in the way of Eeman.
O Muslim brothers who are still outside of the prison, I call you to engage yourselves
in fulfilling the commands of Allah Subhanahu wa ta'ala. I feel pleasure in
my heart seeing you being steadfast in Jihad for the sake of Allah at the face of
numerous troubles. We know that only we are not the oppressed in this land,
this caravan is very large. We want your du'a and love for the imprisoned Muslim
brothers and sisters. Are you capable of doing something for those who are
tortured in the dark prisons of the Jews-Christians, polytheists-disbelievers,
apostates and atheist taghoots? And are you commanded to do anything to
make the impossible possible? Remember the commandment of Allah:
And what is wrong with you that you fight not in the Cause of Allah, and for
those weak, ill¬-treated and oppressed among men, women, and children,
whose cry is: "Our Lord! Rescue us from this town whose people are oppressors;
and raise for us from You one who will protect, and raise for us from You one
who will help." [Surah Nisa, 4:75]
Only Allah will make the path to freedom from this inhuman torture easy for
us. Only He will save us from this indescribable nd sorrowful situation. Only He
will cure us from the disgraceful ailments from which we are suffering and getting
restless in ill-treatment, carelessness and negligence. He will loosen their
hands of those who have kept us captive unjustly. We submit our tears, our
helplessness to Him. O Allah! Our Sustainer! Our Rab! Make us free from these
tyrants. Send us a helper, a protector from Your side. You are the only one who
takes revenge on the arrogant tyrant for the sake of those who are powerless
and oppressed. In the end, all the praises be to Allah! Prayer and peace be upon
our Prophet Muhammad, his family and his companions.
FEW GROUP OF BROTHERS FROM THE JAIL OF BANGLADESH
Original letter was at Bangla format.Translated by a Muwahid Brother.Written at safar-1432.january 2011
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