I was near my school at around 2:00 p.m. when I was chased by an Israeli military jeep. There were stone throwing incidents in the area at the time. The soldiers got out of the jeep and arrested me. A soldier banged my head against the jeep. I was in pain and I started to cry. The soldiers then tied my hands to the front with one plastic tie which was tight. I was also blindfolded.

 

The soldiers took me to the back of a jeep where I sat on a seat. A soldier then started to question me. He asked me why I threw stones at the soldiers. He also banged my head again against the jeep.

 

The jeep drove towards the entrance to the village and stopped for about 30 minutes. I was still inside the jeep. My mother and other people from the village arrived at the scene and pleaded with the soldiers to release me. My mother told the soldiers I was too young but the soldiers sent them away and did not listen to what they were saying.

 

The jeep drove to the nearby Israeli military base where I was taken to see a doctor. The doctor removed the tie and the blindfold and examined me and then tied me and blindfolded me again. I was then taken to a room to see a commander who accused me of throwing stones at the cameras on the street five times. I was scared and started to cry. He then asked me how old I was. At first I lied to him and told him I was six. When he told me I was a liar I told him I was nine.

 

I was then taken into another room where I sat on a chair for about 30 minutes. I was then blindfolded and taken back to the jeep. The jeep drove for about 30 minutes towards the police station in the settlement of Etzon. I was taken out of the jeep and made to sit on the ground for about 30 minutes.  I was then taken to a room with two interrogators.

 

Both interrogators wore civilian clothes. I didn’t understand what they wanted from me and I was scared the whole time. They sat me down on a chair and removed the tie and the blindfold and asked me why I threw stones. I did not answer their question. Then they showed me pictures of boys from my village and wanted me to tell their names. I said I didn’t know them. Then they asked me to write my name on a piece of paper and I did. I remained in the room for about an hour. Another commander then took me to another room and told me it was not good to throw stones. I told him I didn’t throw stones at anyone.

 

Then they contacted the Palestinian police who came to Etzion. I was released at around 8:30 p.m. I was taken to the Palestinian police station in Bethlehem and my father picked me up from there and took me home.