I remember that the police were talking a lot.
Talking, talking, talking.
But I didn't understand anything.
I only understood the last sentence.
That's all I understood.
We were led to a room
that had a partition with a green curtain.
Forest green.
It was pretty exhausting, you know?
Luckily, we had a lot of support from people,
who came our way through Yasmin.
Without them, we wouldn't have done anything.
How would we, mere immigrants, fight against the system?
If it's killing, do it! If it's paying, pay.
If it's anything poison, poison! You help your brothers any way you like!
Police! Don't move!
Armed police!
Armed police! Get down!
Get down now!
Down on the floor! Down!
Armed police! Put your hands up!
Armed police! Don't move! Get on the ground! Show your hands!
Get down!
Murderers! Murderers!
It felt like they were trying to vilify him.
You must do what we say!
Mohammed, are you inside? Is anyone in the flat?
You will be safe if you do what you're told!
The most difficult part
was facing my uncle and aunt.
Seeing the face of a mother that had just lost a child,
in that situation,
it tore my heart apart.
Because no mother deserves to bury her child.