...I hid in the basement with our three young children. Someone came down and said that their post was hit by an artillery shell. My husband and our 15-year-old son died on the spot...
...I was placed in a cell of 10 by 5 yards. There were 150 prisoners in it. For seven years I was allowed only to look down, at the ground, I could not raise my head...
...I have been fighting for eight months. Our insurgent army is mostly made up of volunteers. There are many deserters from the al-Assad‘s army, but also many ordinary people like me...
... We wanted freedom, we wanted to feel human in our own country. We shouted that we wanted changes. At first we were hundreds, then thousands. It was getting hotter in the streets. They started shooting at us.Wednesdays were terrible. Executions took place in the prison's courtyard...
...First, my brother disappeared, then a cousin. My sisters' husbands disappeared. That was before the revolution. They had curved knife blades with Shiite inscriptions.They used them to cut insurgents' throats...
...For 17 days they threw me naked into a basement cell measuring two by one meter. It was dirty and damp, there were rats and bugs. When I screamed begging for a doctor, because my stomach hurt horribly, the guard came and hit me on the head with a bat...
...my hands were tied at the back, I was blindfolded. Then they bent me in half, placed in a car tire and hanged from the ceiling. They beat me for hours with bats and clubs. A puddle of blood gathered underneath the tire...
...They threw me out of the house, told my wife and children to get out on the street. They ransacked the house, carriedeverything out. Then they told us to move away. They planted explosives in the house. The explosion turned my house into a ball of fire...
...My sons: Assad, Bashar and Halide. Assad, commanded a five-man squad of rebels. He tried to reach the house, where I hid in the attic with my younger children and wife. I saw him killed by a sniper bullet just in front of our house. Then I saw a government army soldier who crept up to his body andtried to take a gold ring off my son's hand. In the same battle I lost my second son, Bashar. Hamid was killed a month later in Allepo. I'm sorry, I can not talk anymore ... I am proud of my sons. If I had more of them, they would have been martyrs as well...
...My son's unit was joined by Iranian officers. They introduced discipline, with beatings and threats. They demanded that the soldiers were to go through villages, shooting everything that moved. In return, they were allowed to pillage the houses and to take what they liked...
...I served in the government army. I saw officers tear the larynxs of captured insurgents out with their own bare hands.I saw soldiers ordered to drive tanks over the arranged bodies of prisoners. Abandoning wounded soldiers, or finishing them off, is the norm...
...There were ten of us. Lined up against the wall of a house that had just been destroyed. I was placed fourth, almost in the middle. They did not blindfold me, none of these things - no movie-style drama. Everything lasted a few seconds. A soldier from the army of al-Assad cocked his Kalashnikov and released a long burst from left to right. The first bullet passed under my eye, the second hit the shoulder, the third shattered my ribs and broke through the left lung. The last hit me in the leg...
OSTROLEKA GALLERY / Poland2013
OSTROLEKA GALLERY / Poland2013
OSTROLEKA GALLERY / Poland2013
PAUZA GALLERY / Cracow / Poland 2013
Pix.house GALLERY / Poznan / Poland 2016
Pix.house GALLERY / Poznan / Poland 2016
