conducting mind isolated alone
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the real story of life in a security prison, using the time and become creative
Conducting Mind Isolated Alone
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Conducting Mind Isolated Alone
A fiction adventure and action novel, about five years of staying in a high isolated security prison in Israel, always alone with immense pressures, sufferings, and pains.
Novel: Conducting mind Isolated Alone Preview of novel Conducting mind, five years isolated alone in hoodoo voodoo land, This book is a real story may with a little exaggerating, but it will show my readers how exteriorly some countries show their civilization, but in reality, they are still live in middle age, and also the conflict of human when he faces catastrophic or unusually situations, How everything changes so fast, and he may become fragile, perplexed, and very disappointed to the peak of upset, but start to know himself, to perceive new adaptation ability, a new understanding of his own authentic, real face of himself. It is imperative to know ourselves, To know how we react when we are in trouble? How we react when we are in a situation? How we treat ourselves, with others, and with those who try to put pressure on us? We are stewardship of Divine, but some other stewardship of Divine forgets it and try to make us be their stewardship. They ignore God, the Divine, and moral values. They think about their targets: a better house, more salary, and more higher-level job, they forget the others are in same-gender as them, they forget they are human and the ones with ragged clothes and veil on eyes and hand feat- cuff are also humans. I wonder how they can watch their family, their children, how they can sleep calmly, but it is happening in all the human stories from Adam till now. It will continue till humans believe who don't deserve this and adverse the table of system hegemony. It needs enormous perseverance collectively internationally altogether. We shouldn't be indifferent to what happened injustice anywhere. We should fight injustice anywhere. It supports human rights in all dimensions until the totaliter system fails, and democracy and humanity get their importance. Unfortunately, there is not Real democracy in many countries in the West and East, so they are ruling by demagogy. Because real democracy means respect for human rights, and it doesn't let any oppressing of any nation to any other country. Maybe with all repressive for a certain period, some groups dominate others, but in the long term, people's conscience will awake, and they will give to arrogances their deserved lesson. This book shows you a part of events that happened to obtain more land and self–satisfaction. I was delivered to Ayalon prison. It seemed like a vast place, similar to a valley. When we entered the Ayalon security prison, we were stopped in a prominent place like a big salon. I was in a vehicle in prison. They checked every site of the car then let to enter, I was three hours in it then they delivered me from auto to a place to check my stuff which was transferred from interrogating section which has already checked many times, it was a suitcase with my journey dresses and copies of contracts and carts of places that I visited and some gift that I bought for my wife and some toys which I bought for my son. Then they obliged me to take and deliver my suitcase with fettered hands and feet and a chain between. They put me in another car and moved to the high isolated security inside the big prison. I entered a corridor that has twenty cells on two sides and two offices in the middle. When I entered and passed in front of the first cell, one of the prisoners inside the cell asked: "who is he?"The guardian didn't answer him, he punched the door, and the second man recognized me and said: "He is an Iranian guy." As soon as he said that sentence, first for a few seconds silence, then they applauded and whistled till they put me into the last cell on the corner. I was in a cell without a window with two cement beds, like two floors. There was a tiny place for a shower and w.c. It was around two and a half meters by two and a half meters without anything. All the other prisoners from other cells greeted me and tried to talk with me, but they speak Arabic or Hebrew (the Jewish prisoners). When they understood I don't know both languages, they asked one who speaks a little English to well come with me and asked me if I need anything from them; I thanked them. Then for a couple of minutes, profound silence, and after that, they talked between them about me, and I understood and heard my name. I sat on a bed which has a plastic-covered mattress. On my right, there was a shelf with four cubics under it, a cement table, and on the corner, a lavabo for washing. In front, there was the same iron door with two windows for fettering hands and feet and one window for scanning inside and checking prisoner. I heard somebody tried to call me. In Arabic, just I replied: "Alhamdulillah" The man in front of me in another cell called me he spoke very little English, he was a Jew and civil prisoner, I can see him from the peephole of the door he tried to tell me something which later I understood how I could open the door of a small window of checking if guardian forgets to put a barrier on it which impossible to open it. Every fifteen minutes, they cheek inside the cell, and sometimes they forget to put a fence, and the prisoner in front of the cell can understand which it is possible to open or not.