The second in a series of articles about the author’s experiences in Turkish prisons and the people she met there, from a NASA scientist to a member of the so-called Islamic State. Read Part One here, and Part Three here.
I’d gone days without real sleep. The adrenaline that sustained me throughout my escape from al Qaeda was quickly being replaced by a more profound exhaustion than I’d ever experienced. I’d been in Turkey’s custody for 15 hours without food, water, or rest. And the day was far from over.
The Turkish guard approached me with handcuffs and tightened them around my wrists. I was taken before the public prosecutor again. He shot me a smug smile and told me they’d be investigating my case for an indeterminate amount of time, and that I’d be spending this time in prison.