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Activists accuse the government and the opposition of arbitrary arrests and widespread use of torture. According to the Syrian Network for Human Rightsmore than 12, Syrians have been killed under torture in detention since the beginning of the conflict. The group has been able to verify 51 such deaths and cases of arbitrary arrests in the month of May alone. He is concerned that ability for torture may be overlooked as different parties attempt to end the conflict.

The effects of torture can remain even when a prisoner is released from captivity. Physical pain, nightmares, paranoia, sleep deprivation and emotional withdrawal have all been observed by health workers. The psychological consequences of detention and torture are often worse for those living as refugees. Victims of torture and family members of those who died during arbitrary arrests share their stories.

Dozens of policemen came and surrounded our neighbourhood. I was asleep at the time. Someone removed the blanket from my face and dragged me and my two brothers out of the house and bundled us into a car. I was taken to what looked like a military basement. Sixty-five people were put in one room.

First I was there with my three brothers. Twenty-four hours went by and we were given no food or water. For 16 hours the men would come and ask us questions. The investigators would come at 4pm and interrogate us until 12pm the next day. I was blindfolded and my hands and feet were tied. Sometimes they would use electric cables and give us electric shocks. They would beat us with iron rods after pouring water on our bodies so that it hurts more. They would keep beating us for four to six hours.

They hit me on Boy hole torment stories neck and on my back. I reached for the kitchen knife and tried to slash my wrists. My wife screamed and ran to stop me. I don't see any meaning to my life any more. The voice of the women from the next cell haunted me more. There were at least 50 women next door. The screams of those women were unbearable. One day, while I was being moved from one prison to another, I peered through from under my blindfold. I saw a young man, probably years old, lying on the floor with his Boy hole torment stories next to the drain.

Something was leaking from it and I realised it was blood. He had a hole in his head. I work once in 10 days and then my body gives up. I am working in the construction business but I work only for four or five days in a month because I cannot move. I have two sons and my wife is pregnant with another. Last week, I reached for the kitchen knife and tried to slash my wrists.

I was detained for 40 days. It was very tough. They accused me of being involved with the armed groups. They asked all of us the same questions. They would beat us. They would rape women in the other rooms and make us hear their voices, their screams. I was in a room with four other people, my friend and my brother were with us at the time. My brother-in-law was also arrested. It was a collective and random arrest. We could hear them torture them in the room next to us. A few months later in September, when I was working on the land again, the fighters came. They wanted information about the regime and the Free Syrian Army.

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Every interrogator would accuse me of something different. I was detained for nine months until August last year. They put me in one of their safe houses along with others. It was an old army airport outside the city. There were people from all the provinces across Syria.

Torture was an everyday routine. They slaughtered four people who were in the same room as me. They were from Raqqa who either had information or criticised them in Raqqa. They were accused of being agents. Every two or three days they gave us a little bit of food — just enough to keep us alive. We slept on the floors. There was a toilet in the same room.

It was disgusting.

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One day the regime soldiers came and clashes broke out. They let everyone out of the prison. There were 70 or 90 of us left at that time. I went back to my village and took my wife and fled. I am always thinking about the things I saw in the prisons.

I am scared of those thoughts. I just want to go home where there is no ISIL. I want the war to be over. We know it will never be the same. Our house was bombed after we left.

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But I just want to work on my land and live. I wanted to do my PhD. During the first years of my course, the revolution began. Throughout my time in the university, I felt the injustice. In Homs, a mere 5 percent of the population had control over everything. Students who had connections with the members of the Baath party possessed an undue advantage and got ahead.

There was inequality even in the education system. On April 18,there was a protest in the city centre. The day before security forces had shot and killed eight or nine protesters.

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