Between Hell and Humanity, Paperback Book, By: Akram AlBarjas

All my dreams were shattered on the rock of my detention, and as soon as I began to realize what was around me, the horror and magnitude of the catastrophe began to slowly become clear to me. What was going on in the security basements and detention centers is only a small part of that situation in this country. It was a dirty war in every sense of the word. Houses were being destroyed on top of their inhabitants, and entire families were disappearing under the rubble of buildings, becoming "a trace after an eye." The explosive barrels were spreading terror everywhere and the chemical weapons had done their share of killing. My mother died as a result of a stray shell that landed on our village without warning. It was not far from our house, and took with it two young daughters of the neighbors’ children who were on their way to Abu Hussein’s grocery store.