(Y) is a real person, and this is his real story. He was born 20 years ago to a poor family, his father was a farmer and had 6 daughters, 3 sons, and (Y).
(Y) didn’t go to school, instead he had to help his father and older brothers in the farm. During his work he had two dreams, the first one he developed while walking from his family house to his family farm, there was a metal workshop and he wanted to start his own.
The second dream was to build a room on top of his family house and to get married. He wanted six sons, and wanted to name them: Ahmad, Tareq, etc.. I can’t remember the rest of the names now. It had been a while since I met (Y). I actually never met (Y), only met his voice.
At age of 18 he had to join the army, and after getting the required training he became the driver of some important officer.
The first 19 years of his life were very simple, he never watched news and didn’t actually understood what was going on when the Syrian revolution started. He was loyal to the army he is serving, never thought of the crimes the army is committing and never participated in any. He just didn’t have to.
One day he was driving his officer to the base when a group from the Free Syrian Army stopped their car, the officer was wanted to FSA, because he ordered to kill civilians in Daraa. (Y) had an ak-47 in the car, he tried to use it, but they were stronger and he failed. The officer was killed and the group took (Y) to their base where they found out that he knows nothing, he was too naive to even hear about FSA. They explained everything to him, he understood nothing but he said he did, and they let him go with a promise that he will come back and join FSA.
The FSA didn’t allow him to see the way to the base, instead he had to wait for them next day in a known street and they will pick him up. He never went to the appointment, instead he went to told his father who was no smarter than him, than his father told him to go to his Syrian base and to tell them what happened, thinking everything will be fine, they will understand that (Y) has nothing to do with the death of the officer. He also thought they will be happy because he refuse d to join FSA and got back.
Next day, (Y) went to his Syrian army base, six months later (Y) was thrown in a cell near mine, almost dead of torture. He spent these 6 months trying to make the interrogators believe he had something to do with the death of the officer, and that he is loyal to Assad’s regime.
It took him a week to start talking to me from a hole in the wall. He was sure he will be free soon. He was innocent, but from the regime point of view, was he?
He prayed a lot in the darkness of the cell, but God’s radars couldn’t receive the signal from (Y), his cell was many meters underground.
(Y) was always hungry, always needed more food, so I built a system to transport food between cells, my system was a rope I made of the blanket, and we sent between cells from holes in the roof.
It’s not that I had more food than I need, but I was able to give some to (Y). He kept telling me stories about his village that I know later was destroyed by explosive barrels. He taught me how to farm some vegetables (so now I have something to do when out if I fail as a blogger), how to cook spinach, and how to get to his house in case I was released before him. He wanted me to tell his mom that he is alive.
He didn’t know he can’t build a room on top of his family house anymore, thanks to the barrels. He didn’t know that his entire family don’t exist anymore because of the barrels.
It was Monday night when they executed (Y) for the murder of the officer, they knew he was innocent but it was easier to execute him than to catch the ones who killed the officer, the case need to be closed. (Y) was executed but he never understood why!