Alber Saber Speaks Out from Prison

When the dignity of a citizen collapses while he lives in his own country, then the whole of humanity collapses. For me, it collapsed twice.

The First Time

Wednesday, January 15, 2012: A patrol of state security personnel broke the main gate of my building and stormed into my family’s apartment. They threatened my family while they were sleeping in their beds, and began to search the house without any warning. When my mother asked them to identify themselves and present a warrant, they tied her up and taped her mouth shut. Then they searched my computer and took it with them, because I was not at home, but instead protesting at Tahrir Square.

When we filed a complaint with the general prosecutor at their headquarters, they said that my case was with state security and what happened was a case of “arbitrariness in the proceedings.”  Breaking the gate of my building, entering my apartment, taping my mother’s mouth shut, and taking my computer; all of this happened without them revealing their identity or showing a warrant from the general prosecutor, and their defense is that the circumstances were “arbitrary”?

Where is the respect for humanity and for the dignity of the Egyptian citizen?

The Second Time

Wednesday, September, 12, 2012: I noticed several Facebook pages that published my phone number, pictures, college name, and all of my addresses under the title: “This man has burned the Quran, cursed the messenger, and cursed Islam, etc.” After this, I started to get threatening messages and phone calls. They were like rain, or rather, like floods.

Someone stole my facebook account and my email address, so I filed a complaint against him with the Ministry of the Interior. This person that hacked into my account,and an owner of an internet cafe urged young people in their neighborhood and other neighborhoods to attack me and attack my house.

Some people intervened to try to stop others from joining this campaign against me, but the two that began it would not stop.

On Thursday the crowds grew to be unnaturally large. Some started to curse and insult me in front of my house. My mother called the police, who usually arrive quickly.  However, the escalation of the events was faster than the police response. Some of the crowds tried to break down the door of my apartment. My mother and I were trying to keep the door shut from inside while calling the police, who said, “We are on the way.”

We heard voices of cheering and applauding in the street, so I thought that the police had come, and I was right. The police, however, did not come to my apartment, and the mob that was attempting to break into my home did not calm down.

By this time, I heard people talking in the street about burning my building. After a while, the police came into my apartment and proceeded to ask me about my computer. They took me to the police department, where I was detained and beaten inside the Al Maraj police station. You know the rest.

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