Abu Khattab, from Daraa. (photographed 2012)
His son watches passively, clutching the opposition’s flag, as he listens to his father stammer.
They forced us to undress. A guard pushed a stick into my rectum. He raped my honor, and then he put the stick in my mouth and told me to lick it. I blew my mouth, then he started laughing, saying he had deflowered me.
He raises his eyes to the ceiling, as if to seek the strength to continue.
I would have preferred to be in an Israeli prison, it would have been less shameful, they want to break us in two, to take away once and for all the desire to speak.