A woman looks over one of many documents and papers strewn about a section of Sednaya, a notorious prison on the outskirts Damascus.Credit: Daniel Berehulak /The New York Times
Damascus, Syria: People came by the thousands the day after the rebels arrived in Damascus, racing down the once-desolate stretch of road, up a jagged footpath cut into the limestone hillside and through the towering metal gates of Syria’s most notorious prison. They flooded the halls lined with cells, searching for loved ones who had disappeared into the black hole of torture prisons under Bashar Assad’s government.
Some tore through the offices of the prison, Sednaya, looking for maps of the building and prisoner logs. One woman shoved a photograph of her missing son toward others walking by, hoping someone had found him. “Do you recognise him?” she pleaded. “Please, please, did you see him?”
In the entrance hall of one section, dozens of men with sledgehammers and pickaxes tore up the floors, convinced there were secret cells with more prisoners deep underground. Crowds swelled around them as people clambered to see what they found, pausing only when Israeli airstrikes landed close enough to shake the prison’s walls.
A view of Syrians coming and going at Sednaya, a notorious prison, now empty of prisoners.Credit: Daniel Berehulak /The New York Times
“Move back, move back!” one man, Ahmad Hajani, 23, yelled. “Let them work!”
Since a rebel coalition overthrew the Assad government last week, unchaining a country ruled by the iron fist of the Assad family for more than 60 years, thousands of Syrians in Damascus, the capital, have taken to the streets to revel in the city’s newfound freedom.
But amid celebrations, the country has also found itself in the opening chapter of a nationwide reckoning over the horrors that Syrians endured under Assad’s government as they come face to face with the network of prisons, police stations and torture chambers at the centre of his family’s brutal rule.
In that time, hundreds of thousands of Syrians were swallowed up by the Assad security forces’ vast apparatus. Over the past 13 years, after the failed rebel uprising and subsequent civil war, Assad wielded the long arms of that system as never before to stamp out every last inkling of dissent.
Protesters, activists, journalists, doctors, aid workers and students were snatched from their shops, plucked from university classrooms and yanked from their cars at checkpoints by the secret police — never to be heard from again.
Syrians crowd Sednaya in a desperate search for friends and family.Credit: Daniel Berehulak /The New York Times
Many ended up in Sednaya, the notorious prison on the outskirts of Damascus that was often the last place detainees were dumped after months of interrogation in other detention centres. The sprawling prison with three wings became a haunting symbol of Assad’s ruthlessness and the centre of some of the worst atrocities committed during his rule.
Tens of thousands of people were crammed into the overcrowded cells, tortured, beaten and deprived of food and water. More than 30,000 detainees were killed, many executed in mass hangings, according to rights groups. Amnesty International called Sednaya a “human slaughterhouse.”
Their relatives lived in an agonising limbo for years, unsure if their loved ones were alive. They went to local security officials every few months to beg for information and paid thousands of dollars in bribes to government officials to track down their relatives’ whereabouts. If security officers told them their disappeared relative was dead, many refused to believe them.
“They were liars,” one woman, Aziza Mohammed Deek, said of those in Assad’s government. “They were all liars.”
Relatives clung to hope that their children, siblings or spouses had survived. And so, after rebels swept into Damascus last week, throngs of people rushed to prisons and detention facilities across the country.
A few had the tearful reunions they long dreamed of. Many more are still searching, walking across the faeces-smeared floors of prison cells, where recently released detainees say they begged for death.
Syrians are reckoning with the horrors endured by fellow citizens.Credit: Daniel Berehulak /The New York Times
As the week dragged on, thousands were forced to confront a prospect they had long pushed out of mind: Their loved ones may never return home — at least not alive.
“I’m missing 40 people from my family,” said Bassam Bitaf, 38, standing outside Sednaya. “I have to know where they are – where have they disappeared to? What happened to them? Why can’t we find them?”
The prison
Sednaya was by most accounts the most fearsome torture prison of the Assad regime. So frightening were the reports of detainees being beaten, starved, bloodied and broken that few in Damascus even dared utter its name during Assad’s rule.
The building sits atop a hill on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by rows upon rows of iron fences and concrete walls topped with razor wire. On Monday morning, the brush outside the prison was smouldering — the rebels had set fire to the fields a day earlier, hoping the heat would detonate the land mines scattered across the hillside.
Later that afternoon, the earsplitting clap of a land mine exploding drew a throng of people to the top of an escarpment looking for what had happened. Hours later, crowds rushed to the escarpment again to catch a glimpse of the clouds of smoke from Israeli airstrikes pummelling a hilltop in the distance — which Israel says is part of its effort to destroy weapons and military facilities to keep them out of the hands of Islamic extremists.
A man prays in a cell at Sednaya .Credit: Daniel Berehulak /The New York Times
Most prisoners in Sednaya were freed early last Sunday as rebels swept into the capital and the officers at the prison fled. But rumours persisted of a secret underground section, known as the Red Wing, where yet more prisoners might still be alive.
“They say it’s three storeys underground,” said Ghassan al-Debs, 63, walking alongside the crowd. “What if they run out of air? How would they survive?”
This was his second pilgrimage to the prison in two days in search of his son, Maher al-Debs, who was arrested at age 16 in 2014 after visiting an uncle in a town on the southern edge of Damascus.
Police had stopped Maher at a checkpoint as he returned to the city and accused him of visiting opposition forces farther south in Daraa, a town near the Syria-Jordan border, his father said. A police officer then called his father and demanded $1000 in exchange for his son’s release. Debs did not have the money, and he has not heard from his son since.
“I never lost hope,” he explained, pausing briefly to catch his breath and leaning his hand against a parked car to steady himself. “I always had hope, because my son is innocent. The charges against him are not real.”
Syrians explore Sednaya after the fall of the Assad regime. Credit: Daniel Berehulak /The New York Times
Like thousands around him, Debs had abandoned his car three kilometres from the prison’s entrance and arrived on foot. He wove around the cars stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic — passing a man praying in the back of his truck, the road too crowded to lay down his prayer mat, and around a group of women sobbing into their palms and crying out for God.
Rebels in mismatched uniforms were scattered throughout the crowd. Some were trying to direct the traffic. Others were making their way to the prison, too, looking for lost loved ones of their own.
At the prison, people wandered around the labyrinth of passageways and hammered randomly at the ground, hoping to hear an echo that might signal a hidden room.
“There are people here,” one woman, Layal Rayess, shouted, pointing at a concrete wall of what appeared to be an electricity room. “I can hear them.”
Rayess’ son had been snatched off a bus in Damascus 13 years ago, when he was 18. A month later, she learned from an intelligence officer that he was being questioned in a detention facility in the city. She never heard any other news of him.
“They promised he would be released,” she said, wiping tears from her cheek with the palm of her hand. One man began pounding a spade into the wall, sending bits of concrete flying into the air.
Rayess reassured herself with the only bit of hope she had left. Hopefully, she said, her son would be found in the Red Wing.
After a few minutes, the man stopped digging and shook his head. There was nothing there.
The morgue
By Tuesday morning, the rebels had uncovered 38 bodies at Sednaya, perhaps the first corpses of prisoners to make it out of the prison. Rights groups believe the thousands of others who died there were buried in mass graves or disposed of in a crematorium built at the complex, in what US officials described as an effort to cover up the regime’s atrocities.
Rebels took the corpses to the morgue at al-Mujtahid hospital, in the centre of the city. The bodies looked starved or mutilated beyond recognition, with missing eyes and sunken cheeks. Some bore thick, red scars around their necks that looked like rope burns, forensic examiners said. Others were covered in round, indented scars, most likely from hot irons.
Syrians show photos of missing relatives at al-Moujtahid hospital’s morgue, where bodies of prisoners found at the notorious Sednaya prison were brought.Credit: Daniel Berehulak /The New York Times
One had no face to recognise; only a blackened skull remained.
Inside an examination room of the morgue, the examiners inspected the bodies, looking for any identifying marks — tattoos, crooked teeth. They took photographs of their faces from several angles. Some of the presumed prisoners appeared to have died only days before. Others had been dead for weeks, their skin turned a green hue, corpses filling the room with the stench of decomposing flesh. As news of the bodies spread, hundreds of people who had torn through Sednaya the day before rushed to the morgue.
“Just let us take a look!” cried a group of women as they tried to force their way into the examination room.
Dr Yasser al-Qassem directed the women to a Telegram channel where the hospital was uploading pictures of the corpses.
“The pictures, please, look at the pictures,” he yelled before slamming the door shut. He let out a heavy sigh. “There are too many people,” he said.
As some relatives of the disappeared swiped through their phones looking at the photographs, Roqaya al-Neshi, 65, debated whether to join the crowd pushing its way into the morgue. She did not recognise her son, Abdul Salam, in any of the pictures but was not entirely convinced that he was not among them.
A forensic examiner talks with Syrians desperate for news about missing relatives and loved ones at al-Moujtahid hospital’s morgue.Credit: Daniel Berehulak /The New York Times
The last time Neshi saw her son was in 2019, a year after he was arrested at age 20 from his dorm at Homs University. She had tracked him down in Sednaya and paid a prison officer a $9000 bribe to visit him. When the guards dragged a young man towards her — feet shackled, hands tied, skin hanging off his bones — she burst into tears.
“I told them, ‘This is not my son,’ ” she said. “But he told me, ‘I’m your son, Mum. It’s me.’ ”
‘All we wanted was our children. Dead or alive.’
Alya Saloum, 50, whose son disappeared 11 years ago.
A month later, the same officer told her Salam had died, but she refused to believe him. “I told them, ‘I saw him with my own eyes. How are you telling me he’s not alive now?’” she recalled, her cheeks wet with tears.
As she looked on, the mob outside the morgue wore down the hospital staff guarding the door of its cool storage room. “Go ahead,” one of the doctors yelled. “Whoever wants to come in and check, go ahead.” The flood of people crammed into the room, tossing open body bags and yanking morgue refrigerator doors open. Some stumbled out stunned. Others sobbed.
“Oh, God, oh, God!” one woman cried.
The reckoning
At the end of Syria’s first week free from the Assad government, the frenzied search for hidden prison cells at Sednaya had dissipated. Instead, people shuffled through prison records scattered across the basement floor, scouring the yellowed pages for names of loved ones.
Syrians clamber to enter Sednaya.Credit: Daniel Berehulak /The New York Times
A few still hoped they would find some clue that could lead them to their missing relatives, alive. “Maybe they took the prisoners to Iran to use them as bargaining chips with the rebels,” Jamil Ali al-Abbaa said, rifling through the muddied pages on Thursday evening.
“Or to the Russian military bases,” suggested another, Ahmad al-Aboud, standing nearby.
But most found themselves confronted with a reality they did not want to imagine: The loved ones lost under Assad’s rule were gone forever. The questions that haunted them for decades may never be answered.
“All we wanted was our children. Dead or alive,” said Alya Saloum, 50, whose son disappeared 11 years ago.
“I have no hope left,” she said, wiping tears from her eyes. “It’s gone. It’s all gone.”
This article originally appeared in The New York Times.