The father I hate

Their voices peeked from behind the prison bars, each cell has a special taste, a 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 became a chain that restrained them and prevented them from realizing 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 they, when the cell was made by their loved ones?!; 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 decided to dare and push the door slightly to open, and a glimpse of healing light entered, then he dared more and went out to the corridor where the pain cells are, and then he risked more 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! Then the doors slowly opened, and the prisoners came out, to meet there on the way to the road, on the journey of escape outside the prison... the soft prison! And in that corridor, they inscribed their stories of healing and wrote their stories of recovery on the walls, announcing how to escape to anyone whose fate once threw him into such a prison. And from those inscriptions, this book was born.