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Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 17:34:55 +0100
Torture in the Saudi PrisonsAs Related by a Muslim Prisoner
The following is the story which was told to us by a youth, a
veteran of the Afghan war, who was incarcerated at Ar-Ruwais Prison in
Jeddah and whom Allah saved.
Kabul fell, and the fires of fitna and disagreement alit between the
We held our hands back from participating in such a diatribe and dark
I went back to the Kingdom (of Saudi Arabia) seeking safety and
I looked for treatment for the amputated leg which I lost during the
Jihad. I stayed in Jeddah. I lived close to the hospital in a small
apartment caring about nothing except treating my leg and healing my
After the Riyadh bombing (of a U.S. training facility November 1996), I
awakened by strong knocking on my door. I stood on my canes running to
it only to see it knocked down. The knockers burst into the apartment.
thought they were thieves. I yelled at them: "Who are you? What do you
from me?" They were eleven, members of the Mabaheth (Saudi Security).
overcame me, searched my apartment and turned it upside down after they
hand-cuffed me for about two hours. All that time they were searching,
did not leave anything or anywhere but searched, including the pipes in
bathroom. Then, they took whatever they willed of books and tapes and
me with them, tied. The trip took eight months of misery and agony.
I never thought anyone could find such a treatment of humiliation in
land of the two holy shrines. The car stopped in front of a large
I knew it was ar-Ruwais Prison where the central Mabaheth of Jeddah is
located. We passed a large gate and the car made a tour of the compound
if they wanted to give me a tourist flavor of the courtyard of this
which was expanded as of late to be able to service the victims of
increasing and continuous security raids.
Inside the compound, I was hosted by prison guards who did the routine
"check-in" procedures from changing clothes to holding my personal
belongings. I was taken to a small cell not exceeding 1.5 m in length
m of width. I stayed there for 3 months. I was not there for long after
arrival when I was taken to Office No. 1. There I met the interrogator,
Nayef" and who was recently promoted to the rank of Lieutenant. He was
promoted, I believe, for his commitment to humiliating the servants of
and his creative methods in their torture. I discovered later, that the
Nayef" stop was a first-stop, a low-ranking interrogation, but he is
committed to doing this 'routine' himself. He then gives the case to a
subordinate, following the case himself, or seeking the advice and
directives of his boss, the prison director, Zagzoug.
I stood in front of him, hand-cuffed. Two subordinates were standing
him. Their faces had no expressions except those of fear and enmity. He
asked me: "Were you the one who set up the Riyadh Bomb?" I denied any
connection to the bombing. It was the truth - I knew nothing of the
except what I read and heard in the media.
They started beating me savagely. No place in my body but must have
its share of beating and ache during the session. My clothes were all
All this and my hands still handcuffed. I was half-naked. Their
torture was opened. Seeing the state I was in, now using whips and
have never seen in my life. Hours of beating later they were asking the
question again and again: "Why did you bomb Riyadh?" I could do nothing
deny the charges. I did not do it. I was dizzy and eventually passed
what they served me. Every time I passed out, they would throw water at
to wake me. I could no longer stand, I fell on the floor. Had it not
the case that they were bored and exhausted of torturing this soul they
would have finished me that day. They ordered guards to take me to the
Two guards threw me there. I was like a dead corpse. I could no longer
They took me the next day again for interrogation. They asked me the
question again and again. Each time I denied, they whipped me. They
their torture methods this time. I was tied by the arms to the back
from a metal bar like a feast's beast ready for roasting. The
is now a special torture scene. They hit me with whips and sticks all
Sometimes they did it all as one group. Sometimes they took turns. They
making Jihad in the way of Sultan and competing as to who will skin me
first. It was all licit in their eyes. I could not stand to any of
plots. I was hanging in the air. My head was in suspension too. Earth
turning. My soul was about to come out seeking the help of its Creator
against these beasts.
I was in a better shape than other prisoners. Some had no clothing left
during the torture or "roasting" feasts. They were fondling with his
parts and inserting in his rectum whatever they willed.
All of this and they were laughing as if they were feasting on a camp
The second day I was taken to my cell. I was in a worst state than
the party of the previous day. The feasts and parties continued later
until the "Abu Nayef" was tired. He took me to his boss Zagzoug. He had
worse tongue, and a Kufri speech. He cursed Shariah, Deen and its
cursed the Scholars and the righteous ones. I remember how he dealt
Deen and how he described Shar` (Islamic law), with the worst of words,
which, by Allah, hurt me more than what came upon me in my physique of
torture. I felt helpless to champion God in a time he likes my
He was, with all this, threatening to rape me.
After the interrogators felt that I was a helpless case, for I had no
connection to the Riyadh bombing, they started to force me to confess
was of the people of Takfir, those who not only say that our leaders
disbelievers, but thwho go to the point of claiming that Ulema and
as a whole is in a state of disbelief. They wanted to force me to
having targeted with armed action some specific civilian targets.
I knew later when I was taken to the collective cell that all the youth
were under incarceration were forced to confess to Takfir and armed
This is with respect to Saudi citizens. As to non-Saudis they were
confess to one of two things: either they worked for the intelligence
services of their home countries or supporting armed struggle back
Anyone who thought that either option would save him of torture was
I realised after having been moved to the collective cell that the
prisoners of conscience was overwhelming. It is as if any youth who
displayed some degree of religiosity was incarcerated at ar-Ruwais
discovered that for some youth, their wives were also incarcerated.
were being interrogated by savage beasts. I was filled with rage and
helplessness. These interrogators have no moral or ethical standards to
entice them not to target these ladies. I could only seek God's help to
protect and save them. Some prisoners told me they were threatened to
their womenfolk to rape if they did not confess. I discovered also that
several prisoners were gathered in one room, naked, all tortured as the
others watched to further humiliate and degrade them. I also came to
that the Gehenna to which I was exposed was nothing compared to what
There were those who saw their toe and finger nails removed. There were
those who were deprived of sleep for consecutive days. I still remember
sight of a prisoner who was forbidden sleep for 9 days. They whipped
everytime he sat or tried to sleep. His torturers were taking roles to
sure he does not sleep. They were on a "Jihadist" crusade to forbid him
sleeping lest the country will be lost!! The poor man lost his nerve
started to hysteric cry he still suffers from.
In the collective cell, I saw and heard what no one could ever believe.
the concentration camp I saw a group of Mujahideen; those no one in
could point at except by way of honour and respect for their dedication
courage in the way of God. I saw the famed Hassan al-Srihi (of the
Den' Operation in Afghanistan) who was brought from Pakistan and
to the Regime. He was exposed to the worst of torture by the Sultan's
Servants to confess to the Riyadh Bombing. Despite the fact that no
connection has been established as to his association with the bombing,
whether close or far, he is still in prison. No one championed him in
outside world, nor did the authorities do justice to him.
I knew from my stay there that Palestinian Professor Muhammad Yusuf
who was Shaikh Abdallah Azzam's caliph at Maktab Khadamat al-Mujahideen
Abu Abdelaziz 'Barbaros', the man who was at the forefront of Jihad in
Bosnia, who is now almost fifty years old, who sacrificed much in
the duty of Jihad in Allah's sake, was also there.
I knew from my stay that there was a special cell called: "The
Trouble-Makers' Cell" prepared especially for those who do not
with the interrogators. The cell is situated outside the main building
Ar-Ruwais Complex in the burning sun. It had a bath which did not have
exit. Therefore all excrements remained on the spot bringing in insects
the worst of odors. This is for those that pass by it, what about those
live in it? This reminds me of another problem from which we all
That of bathrooms. The ratio of restrooms to prisoners is small. We had
stand in line to relieve ourselves. We got accustomed to relieving
at the collective cell.
This is what I heard of eye witnesses and what I saw of physical and
emotional scars in me that still haunt me. Even after having been moved
the collective cell. I was not spared the torture scenes. Each of us
taken twice a week at least to the "roasting" feasts. During each
session the interrogators create new stories, new allegations, from
a weapons' smuggling ring, to armed operations to connections with 'x'
'y' to Takfir.
Despite all this, the plots of torturers and servants of the Sultan and
their hopes are doomed to failure. It is through trial and through
sufferance that God's victory comes about and His Powers are displayed.
is in these times that the sublime Sakinah and tranquility despite
comes. It is through this that we get assurance that God's Promise will
fulfilled and His Will shall come to pass as decreed. I never heard
regret one day he spent in Jihad, or consider Jihad as being the source
the hurt they were subject to at the hands of those who do not fear
Some have displayed the best of examples of resistance and strength.
al-Srihi was the talk of everyone: how under torture he kept on reading
Qur'an and making Zikr. He stayed in such a state until the torture
I felt reassured after I saw him. After all that I saw, the confessions
people saw on T.V, or those that were publicised in the printed media
nothing but coerced confessions and the work of interrogators who force
their victims to sign whatever they write. If you see those subject to
dehumanising conditions there is no way one can believe what the
I ask The Almighty, in all His Powers, to remove this adversity imposed
the people of the land of the Haramayn, for it is now a prison for any
seeking reform, or supporting the law of Shar`, when once, this land
place of refuge for those oppressed. I ask him to give victory to
general, and the people of the Peninsula in particular, to give them
over those who wronged them and to consider what we have been subject
and my brethren, as bounties in our favor on the day we meet Him. Amen.
Source: The Movement for Islamic Reform in Arabia - MIRA,
Translated by: MSANEWS
Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim
Seest thou not how God sets forth a parable? - A goodly word like a
tree, whose root is firmly fixed, and its branches (reach) to the
of its Lord. So God sets forth parables for men, in order that they may
It brings forth its fruit at all times, by the leave of its Lord. So
sets forth parables for men, in order that they may receive admonition.
And the parable of an evil Word is that of an evil tree: It is torn up
the root from the surface of the earth: it has no stability.
God will establish in strength those who believe, with the word that
firm, in this world and in the Hereafter; but God will leave, to stray,
those who do wrong: God doeth what He willeth.
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