On March 10th, 3 armed cars forced the entry gate of our family house, 12 armed militaries threatened my brother and searched our house from top to bottom, as if they were searching a criminals house, and took all laptops, PCs, Iphones, cellphones and Internet connection devices, the only cellphone that survived was my mothers (who thankfully wasn't home) and that was our only mean of communication with the outside world, but on top of it they took my yonger brother of 26 YO and asked for the other yonger one of 24 YO, with neither a search warrent nor a clear accusation. During that day they shot a few gunshots around the house to terrorise the family and the neighborhood, meanwhile they had my other brother called by one of his friends who betrayed him and set him up so that he can be captured.
The only crime my brothers commited was joining the protests unarmed after the sacred Friday Prayer, and they were faced with all kind of weapons, and almost died.
I haven't seen my 2 brothers since that day, we only received some anonymous phone calls with messages from my brothers saying that they are fine, 2 and a half months later an old man of 58 YO came to visit, he said that he met my 26 YO brother and that he was NOW fine, but at first during the interrogations sessions; they had to handle all kind of torture, from starvation, to nail pulling and electroshock, that really broke my heart in two, and made me feel so helpless, not knowing what to do.
Afew days before I left an other phone call, again saying that they were fine, but during that one; we dared asking, why it is taking so long for them to be released? and the voice on the other end said " because they refused to lie and decided to tell the truth and face the fire" through out all my sadness, I felt proud of my two big heroes, who decided that their lives didn't matter in front of the greater good, they are doing their part, and helping make history.
When the round of raping started, and 118 women were kidnaped from our area, I had to save the ladies of the house, and with the help of some friends, I was able to get some falsified documents to get to Tunis, after passing 40 Military road blocks, lots of searching and lots of praying, I finally arrived...
I wouldn't wish for anyone to go through what I went through, I really want every one to include me and my people in their prayers, and hopefully this will end soon.
During my stay in Tunis, a Taxi driver told me about some Libyan guys being treated in some Tunisian clinics, so I went to visit to show my great appreciation towards what they did for us, and what I saw made me rethink on the real meaning of life, I saw young men, as young as 14 YO with no arms and no legs, severe burns, and brain damage, what did they do to deserve this? They had all their future in front of them and because of one selfish family they found themselves in this situation.
I promised them to do what ever is in my power to help them have a better future, I started contacting people that I know and others that I am sure would want to help, and if anyone wants to help me help them, please send me a private message, and I will fill you in on my Heroes Project, for you to see in which way you can contribute.
Thank you all
Pray for us and keep the faith,
MB
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