My brother, Karim Younes.... Oh, the long-distance companion

Written by: The prisoner Muhammad Agbariya

I will avoid regular writing this time... There is no place for it in these solemn moments, so I ask your excuse, because I will be with you as I am without preambles or introductions... Because prison taught me that the moment of separation is stronger than all occasions, as it mobilizes all memories at once And dreams, and all the bitterness and smiles that passed with us over the years after the years.
My brother Karim: You left us suddenly, just as we met 31 years ago suddenly in the prisons of the occupation, but the first time we hugged you and shook hands with you, but this time you left us without seeing you and without hugging. Because wires, walls, and the jailer prevented us. Perhaps because it heralds the imminent meeting of the Lord of the homeland, Palestine.
When I read the news on TV that Karim was embracing freedom after 40 years of captivity, I felt that my soul accompanied you to the prison gate. generous.
Then I remembered when you told me in my first captivity 30 years ago, that the Ahmed Jibril deal in 1985 surpassed you and surpassed the late Sami Yunus and Cousin Maher Yunus.
But I remembered how we were overwhelmed with happiness as we waited together for liberation in the Hezbollah deal in 2004, but it has bypassed us, the two of us together this time.. Then the same joy returned to us while we were awaiting release in the Shalit deal in 2011, and we used to say that the homeland does not abandon its children... but We stayed behind without losing hope at all.
The promises of the fourth batch came in 2014, and we were almost certain that we must be liberated, since the previous three batches had been completed, but strangers had betrayed us, and it was our destiny to stay together in the cell until the morning of 5/1/2023, the date of your freedom.
On the morning of this day, I stood in front of the TV to watch you walk free and proud in the streets of Ara, and I imagined you would jump with joy and say, I am on the ground... I am on the ground.
However, I couldn't help it until I got out of the car to see you.. I felt that my eyes would let me down and it would rain immediately.. So I took my eyes away from the looks of the prisoners... You know, O Karim, the prisoners' passion to see everything and know everything... So I went to the bath of the spree Let the tears of the eyes take their way towards their freedom and release them from their stronghold, for we know creation in the sense of captivity and the meaning of freedom, and we do not like to keep one captive on this earth, even if this captive is tears in the eyes... The strange thing is that my tears were a mixture between the private and the general and what between the personal and the national.
So generous, you bequeathed to me the teachings of captivity from the first day, and you bequeathed to me the teachings of confrontation and dialogue with the jailer... Generations after you have always taught that unity is the way to victory and division is the way to extinction.
Congratulations on your freedom, your honorable family, and our great Palestinian people, and mercy on the souls of your honorable parents, and the meeting is near, God willing.