He would walk around with his head down and his arms crossed or his hands in his pockets.

I'll walk on my hands before I use crutches.

And with his arms crossed he looks pityingly down from his spiritual height on everything that anyone says.

I can be OK, then the next thing I know my arms get shaky or I can walk and my legs get frozen.

Our hands were tied as of the moment we crossed into Pakistan. Our hands were untied during breaks. Once we told the armed men that we were Turkish, Muslim and Sunni, we received better treatment. The captors stressed that the final decision rested with their leader. They did not let us go at that moment. The captors got in touch with the Turkish Embassy in Tehran and informed us that they abducted us due to Iranian pressure put on Sunnis and the presence of some of their friends in prisons. Further, the captors said that their money and cars were taken away from them and their friends were subject to torture in Iran.

Governments are failing to respond to an emergency appeal. They must put their hands in their pockets and pay their fair share.