Quotes from a sister

sesungguhnya realiti itu tidak indah;

My days passed like dreams.
My soul and breathing were weak as i remembered the stolen past and imagined a beautiful future yet to come.
My frail body withstood the an army of interrogators.

If i described them as stones, I would be unjust,


for even stones sometimes soften. 

- Kahera Als'adi (The Prisoners' Diaries)