“Please don’t! Please don’t take my baby! Please! No! No! God! No!” A woman's scream hit my ears. “God! What God? The God that placed you in this situation?” the voice of a man replied. “Please! Give me back my baby!” the woman begged. “Why! So, she can die alongside you and your delusions? Why should the child be punished for the mother’s sin? You! You people! You people are the cause of it all! Why should the innocent child be forced to die alongside you?” the man spoke, malice flowing with each word. Her cries, and the cries of the others, were non-ending. The scream of pain, whether physical or mental, went on day in and day out. From the beatings to the torture, to the starvation, to the… It has been the longest week of my life, but it will soon come to an end.