I was with some friends in the valley alongside a bypass road used by settlers when I saw an Israeli military jeep approaching us. It was around 3:00 p.m. I started to run and then I heard sounds of shooting, possibly tear gas. 

 

I jumped down three or four terraces before I fell to the ground. Then the soldiers fired a stun grenade in my direction. I was terrified. A soldier ordered me to put my hands behind my head and to sit down on the ground. I did as he ordered. 

 

Then a soldier started to beat me in the back with the butt of his gun. This caused me a lot of pain. He also swore at me calling my sisters and my mother “whores”. Then he dragged me towards the road and made me lie with my face down. 

 

At the road my hands were tied behind my back with one plastic tie which was very tight and painful. Then he blindfolded me and started to question me without informing me of any rights. He wanted to know who else was with me and what I was throwing on the road. He asked me whether I threw a Molotov cocktail and paint tins. I told him I wanted to speak to my father but he refused my request.

 

Then I was taken to the back of a military jeep where I sat on the metal floor. The jeep drove to a nearby settlement where I was taken to a shipping container and I left there for about two or three hours. 

 

Then I was taken to a military base where I was left in a room until around 11:00 p.m. Then I was taken in a vehicle and I saw I sign to Jerusalem but I could not tell where I was. I was left somewhere for about three hours. At around 3:00 a.m. I was taken to another place. 

 

Later that morning I was taken to the police station in Binyamin settlement where I was left in a meeting room for about two hours. Then a policeman came and removed the tie and blindfold and asked me how I was and started to question me without informing me of my rights. He asked me the same questions about who I was with and what I was throwing on the road. He wanted to know the names of the other boys who were with me but I did not give him any names.

 

Then I told him I wanted to speak to a lawyer but he told me he was going to send me to Al Maskobiyeh prison, in West Jerusalem. Then he called my father and told him he did not want to destroy my future and that he was going to release me this time. He told my father if I am ever arrested again he was going to lock me up for a minimum of eight months. He did not ask me to sign any documents.

 

At around 2:00 p.m. I was taken to Beit El settlement where I was handed over to the Palestinian police. My father then picked me up and took me home. I arrived home at around 4:30 p.m.