Back to the air-conditioned interrogation room, I was still facing the wall, my eyes were covered, and my brain working so fast, trying to see behind the darkness infront of my eyes.

Then it was my turn:))

“Finally!” I told myself!

They started by asking me: “What’s the connection between you and the London Bombs?” !!!
And I was like: “haaaaa???!!.”. I said: “London Bombs???! Nothing!”

BANG!!

A heavy hand landed on my neck, my brain was too busy to feel the pain, I felt my neck numbing for a while.

“SPEAAAK” he shouted.

“Turn around” he yelled.

I turned, facing the room now, but not seeing anything other than my nose and the shoes of the person who was interrogating me, standing so close.

“Why do you have a beard?” he asked.

“Because the prophet…” (I was trying to tell him that prophet Mohammad had one, and that I have one because I love to look like him…)

BANG

He slapped me on the face. It made a loud noise that the room became dead-silent for some seconds….

Khalid, der vor kurzem verhaftete irakische Blogger und Bruder von Raed Jarrar berichtet von seinen Erlebnissen: Tell Me a Secret: I found myself…