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I was given what was given to us by a company called Rawzatain, a Kuwaiti company. During the prayers, I saw two new prisoners near me, and later I found out that one was Maulvi Abdul Sattar from Ghazni and the other from Mazar-e-Sharif.  The resident was Maulvi Muhammad Sharif. Both of them were brought here from the cell and were put in our premises before the Fajr call. Both of them had their beards shaved. Although they were no longer known as Maulvis in these forms,  Was referred to  And he was told that these two are the leading people of the Taliban movement.  "The Northern Alliance first demanded a bribe from us because we did not have the money to pay, so they sold us to the Americans like the ISI. The next day the same Maulvi Abdul Hanan told me that we were in Bagram."  ۔  After the Fajr prayers, the prisoners started reciting the Holy Quran. Since we did not have the Holy Quran, we engaged in dhikr in the morning.  When we tried to talk to each other, the guards would put their fingers on our lips and signal us to be quiet. We were given egg yolks for breakfast, as we had pepper and spices in the ISI jail.  We were fed up with soaking, so we found this dish as booty. Then we were given halal food, raisins in a small box, a little bucket and half a afghani cotton.  This is what we used to eat sometimes two times and sometimes three times. Sometimes they would bring a malt, or even an apple with bread. During the first investigation, I saw that the American investigator was eating Afghani bread with black tea.  I suspected that maybe we were in Afghanistan. I asked the American where we were.  He said, "What do you think? I used mystical ignorance and said, 'Are we in America?'  He did not tell.  You are not in America but you are in American hands You are not in America but in the hands of the Americans, with the American researcher looking at this bad situation and laughing in a mocking tone said: Is America?  like this Is America like that?  I said no. He asked, "Where did you learn English?"  I said in Pakistan. He also looked at me with suspicion.  That was the reason why I was so fluent in English

 Safe from misinterpretation, on the other hand, they suspected me that I must have traveled abroad, Europe or America, they thought I was hiding it from them, they repeatedly told me about it.  They used to ask but their thinking was wrong.  After this conversation, when I asked him during the first conversation if we were in Afghanistan, he said yes, you are in Afghanistan. Then he picked up the Afghan bread he was eating with black tea and asked me.  Can this bread be baked somewhere?  I said I don't know?  He said that this is a very good yen bread, Afghans also bake bread in our country and I like it very much.  After breakfast, I was first sent for questioning. Dofu Jian grabbed me by the arms and took me to the second floor. After passing through several rooms, he entered a room located almost in the middle of the hall. Two soldiers grabbed my arm.  And the third fu was also in front of me.  A room from which American investigators used to come and write Blood and Soul in English. I still did not understand its purpose, but I knew that this room belonged to investigators and all the files of the prisoners were the same.  There are Pentagon cells in one cell, Kenya and Tanzania in the other cell, and it will help on September 11 in the third cell. It will help with the 9/11 attacks. However, I have blood and soul.  He was admitted to a room near where two people were busy fixing the chair and chair.  It is to be remembered that by this time the Americans had been in Afghanistan for three months and had not yet set up their system, so the room in which I was being interrogated was in a very dilapidated condition.  It was not covered, the rear windows were open, the snow was visible from afar on the mountain tops of Char Yakar, the cool breeze was blowing on our faces, it was very cold and I was very tired from the cold.  The car motioned for me to sit in a chair and after asking about the personal information, education, residence and profession I sat in, he first asked this question: When the ISI personnel were handing you over to us at Peshawar airport.  What did the Pakistani official say to you and what did you say to him in response?  I understood that ours and the ISI's

 He has heard the conversation that took place between them.  The last word of the ISI officer at Peshawar airport which was very bad on my heart and mind and I will never forget it and my heart wants me to find this person somewhere and grab him by the collar and ask him to  What kind of joke and mockery did you say this?  When he handed me over to the Americans, he said, "Let Allah be with you." I replied, "Do you also believe in Allah? Allah is certainly with me, but remember that soon Allah will put you before us."  Shame on you. When I told this to the American investigator, he shook his head and said, "These are your own Muslims. The name of the American interrogator before me was Antonio Antonio."  He questioned me many times and heard the story of our lives.  Most of his questions were about al-Qaeda and the Taliban movement, but we had absolutely no information about them. He doubted that we were in the hands of ISI agent Maulvi Kabir in our province of Har.  Couldn't stay with me. During the initial interrogation, a small bearded white-bearded interrogator was standing behind me.  And sometimes he would ask me questions too.  He later came to interrogate me several times but once brought with him another elderly investigative officer, who said that he had been involved in the Vietnam War and had considerable experience.  He used to order me to look at him while talking.  He also said that there is a proverb in Arabic that if a glass full of water is kept on the head for a long time, the water will fall on the head with the passage of time, which means that the information I have with the passage of time.  At the same time, she would definitely get out of my language. He knew Arabic and could speak Arabic very well, but he looked at everything with undue suspicion.  A man named ELA came to me in Arabic