My Years in a Pakistani Prison

To a prisoner like me and others, death seems to be the deliverance. They torture you in every manner and at that stage you would like to die-but they won't let you. But if you escape death and are sent back to your country, you die a slow death as nobody comes forward to own you. And others are not as lucky as me, as most spies are not educated and they cannot survive if the government and intelligence agencies do not come to their help; and they never do help because of the selfishness and unprofessional approach of the concerns of corrupt officers of their agencies. Terrorist organizations are better than intelligence agencies: at least they accept the identities of their people and take care of the families of their members in the case of death, besides compensating them handsomely with money and moral support. This book describes the author's years of captivity in a prison in Pakistan.