My Father I Hate Paperback Book, By: Imad Othman

Their voices were looking out from behind the prison bars, each cell having its own taste, having the imprint of the crime, but in fact they were all innocent. Their imprisonment was (the crime they did not commit), but they drank it, so it became restricting them and preventing them from realizing themselves. They did not realize that the doors of the cells were open, and that they could escape. They were so familiar with these cells that they never imagined that it was possible to escape, and that each of them had a spacious life outside his cell. How did the dungeon make their loved ones?!; Fathers and mothers, uncles and aunts, teachers, sheikhs, pastors and community figures, They made the dungeons in the name of love or interest. Until one day one of them decided to dare and push the door a little so that a glimmer of the light of recovery would enter, then he dared more and went out to the corridor there where the pain cells are, then ventured further and shouted at 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 went out, to meet there on the way to the road, on the escape journey outside the prison. the soft prison! And in that corridor, they inscribed their stories with recovery and wrote stories of their recovery on the walls, and announced how to escape to everyone whose fate once threw him into such a prison. Among those inscriptions was this book.