In Closing | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

What happened after I landed in Khartoum is well-documented. Crowds were waiting to greet me and cameras watching as I took my first steps as a free man back in my country. In a sense,…

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Free At Last | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

The lead-up to my release returned to me; I was still on hunger strike, and with each of those final days, I felt my strength waning, my body degrading and becoming less substantial. The Americans…

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My Hunger Strike | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

I decided to begin a hunger strike at roughly the same time as the opening of Guantánamo’s Camp 6, around the first week of January 2007. It is crucial for me to remember those days…

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Mohammad Al-Amin Al-Shinqiti | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

I happened one day to go to the hospital after my knee swelled up, and there I met a Mauritanian prisoner called Muhammad al-Amin al-Shinqiti. He was on a hunger strike, and I asked him…

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The Strongest Weapon | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

My solitary friend, the night bird, rustles its wings, a subdued, weak flutter. In that weakness though, there is strength; I have known that in weakness there is strength my whole life, they are like…

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On The Death Of Inmates | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

On June 10, 2006, three prisoners were found dead in their cells: Salah Ahmad al-Salami, Mani’ bin Shaman al-Oteibi and Yasir Talal al-Zahrani, who I spoke of earlier. The circumstances surrounding their deaths were obscure….

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Talal And Yasir Al-Zahrani | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

There was a young prisoner from Saudi Arabia in the camp; his name was Yasir al-Zahrani. He spent five years in Guantánamo, during which time he was tortured mercilessly and eventually died under mysterious circumstances,…

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Clive | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

Clive was my lawyer, and I never envied him his task of defending me. He tried his best to help me though, and he managed to get some messages through to my family and back….

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The Trial | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

My wife returned: “Either go to sleep or let me sit here with you.” I gesture for her to sit: “Take the pen and paper, then, and write, Umm Mohammad.” “I was hoping you’d say…

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The Sit-In | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

Midnight arrives, and I feel sympathy for my wife. I take the pen and paper from her, bringing them into my study, saying: “If you want me to rest, please go to sleep.” I close…

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