My father whom I hate

Their voices were peering from behind the prison bars, each cell has a special taste, it has the fingerprint of the crime, but in truth they were all innocent. And their prison was (the crime they did not commit), but they absorbed it, so it restrained them and prevented them from achieving their selves. They did not realize that the prison doors are open, and that they can escape, for they were accustomed to these cells and never imagined that escape was possible, and that each of them has a spacious life outside his cell. How could it be when their loved ones made the cell?!; fathers and mothers, or uncles and aunts, or teachers, sheikhs, priests, and community figures, who made the cells in the name of love or interest. Until one day, someone dared to push the door a little to open, and a glimpse of recovery light entered, then he dared more and went out to the corridor where the halls of pain are, then he more risked and shouted to the prisoners that there is light outside the cages, and that life outside the prison is possible and guaranteed and not forbidden to them as they think! And then the doors slowly opened, and the prisoners came out, to meet there on the way to the road, in the journey of escape outside the soft prison! And in that corridor, they engraved their stories with recovery and wrote their healing stories on the walls, and announced how to escape for anyone whose fate once cast him into such a prison. And from those engravings, this book was born. Book information: Author: Emad Rashad Othman Number of pages: 312 Publisher: Dar Al Riwaq