However, they gave him nothing in return (Samira crying). For more than two hours, they would not let my son leave. I had been calling him again and again. He abruptly revealed to me that the police had stopped him at the checkpoint. I called the police and informed them of my whereabouts and that I would be sending the maji (local leader) to them. My son was then released. “Despite the fact that they knew he was I had a stroke when my son not involved, they beat and tortured him told me what had happened in an effort to get him to confess” to him there after he returned home. The stroke could have killed me that day. Allah kept me alive. If I were to pass away that day, no one would be left to take care of my children. Their father is already gone. This persecution is the worst there is.