We were thirsty and our companions were the roof that rained a lot of water on us. We spent that night begging and asking for a drink of water, but we found none until sunrise. Then the guards entered. They treated us as if we were prisoners who did not know a single word of the Arabic language. We did not know their language, and communication between us was by signs and gestures. After spending two nights in this torment, news came to us of the arrival of our servants carrying our beds, blankets, and some clothes. The guards took them and threw them at our feet without distinction. Each of us took his bed and clothes. The servant brought food and informed us of the name of the master. The guards, when they were paid, would give each one his food without any injustice. After twenty-five days, we left the prison for Egypt, carried on the backs of camels. When we reached Al-Hitta, we found a group of Egyptian soldiers waiting for our arrival. They surrounded us until they brought us to the detention prison, where we found Omar Pasha and his companions and all those who had been imprisoned with him. As soon as our faces met, we fell upon each other, blaming each other, as is the way of the defeated. After three days, we were transferred to the military prison and imprisoned individually. Our guards were from the army, and they took revenge on us severely. They beat us, slapped us, insulted us with ugly words, and subjected us to other forms of mistreatment. One of us was not allowed to go to the toilet except after begging and knocking on the door and calling him to come out before finishing his business. If he did not respond, they would force him out and drag him out. This mistreatment reached the ears of the occupation authorities, who intervened and strongly rebuked the guards and tried to prevent them from continuing their actions.