Ibrahim Halawa writes poignant letter home to 'Ireland'
Ibrahim Halawa has written a letter to 'Ireland' questioning why "the people my parents voted for, to protect me in any land and under any sky, and have failed to bring me back to you".
In the letter he speaks of deeply missing his home in Bray and of his memories growing up in Ireland. Ibrahim was born in Dublin.
He has been imprisoned in Egypt since August 2013 and will shortly turn 21.
Campaigners, including Amnesty International, say the Dubliner's prolonged detention without trial and his treatment while behind bars amounts to torture.
In the letter received this week, Ibrahim poignantly asks to be brought home for burial if he dies away from Ireland.
His sister Somaia told us Ibrahim gave the letter to their mother when she visited him in Egypt. She took a photo of the letter and sent it to Somaia.
Ibrahim's letter in full:
"I really don't know what to say, I have been taken away from you for so long. But I miss you dearly. It's really out of my hands.
"I can't understand, I just can't understand why they have kidnapped me away from you. So young I was while you were teaching me how to live, laugh, love and care. But they have taken me away before you had the time to teach me how to struggle, how to deal with evil and hatred.
"When I was young I used to run to you whenever I was sad and needed to complain about my humongous kiddie problems. The time my mum delayed getting me the latest playstation game when all the other friends had it. Or when I wasn't allowed stay out late at night. And when I entered secondary school and exams were much tougher than before. Or that time I came to complain about my first teenage love.
"Do you remember when I came running to you crying about the kid who screemed at me saying "go back to your country" and as usual you were crying rain and I was relieved because you were sharing my crying. But now that I'm growing up away from you and banned from talking to you, who am I supposed to complain to now that my kiddie worldly problems turned out to be just a drop in the ocean.
"Ireland, I really need to complain to you about how one human enjoys torturing another human, the continues injustice, the oppression and the killing of the innocent. Ireland I'm lusting to walk on the sand of Bray beach, scramming freedom from the top of cliffs moher, your rainforest trees to hug me tight and make me feel safe again and that kind bus driver on the daily commute, smiling at me even thought he does not know me.
"Ireland I really want to complain to you about the people my parents voted for, to protect me in any land and under any sky, and have failed to bring me back to you. Now I understand that you were not crying this rains with me but you were crying because of what the world holds for me…
"One final wish, I beg if I die away from you take me back from them to be buried in your soil and feel your goodbye tears."