Papa, Foxtrot, Mike, etc. | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

After those incidents, I was on level 3, and they transported me to Papa block where I met Hammad, Mustafa and Abu Ahmad who were all from Sudan and some other Brothers for the first…

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In Solitary Confinement | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

The sound of my wife’s footsteps reaches my ear, drawing closer. “You’re still up, Sami!” she says. The night bird on the windowsill is startled by her voice. “Yes,” I say, “It seems that tonight…

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The First Ramadan | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

In Guantánamo, we didn’t hear boats, only saw dead bodies leaving, and lifeless bodies entering. The persecution continued as we fasted during Ramadan. It wasn’t the hunger of fasting, but the humiliation, neglect and other…

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Abu Shayma and Abu Shifaa: On Losing Our Children While We Were In Prison | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

Allow me to tell you the story of a forty-year-old Bosnian man of Algerian origin, who we called al-Hajj, from Bosnia. He was my neighbor in prison, a wise, calm and quiet man. I could…

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“We want you to work with us” The Interrogators | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

I was moved to Charlie block soon after I received the messages from my family. After a month there, a new team of investigators – wearing civilian clothes – took over my interrogations. Their style…

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Cell Number 40 | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

In cell number 40, my first cell in Guantánamo, I was put in with Afghans who were the victims of crimes carried out by American forces against the Afghan people, with the help of their…

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My Sudanese Brothers | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

It was especially comforting to me to meet fellow Sudanese prisoners in Guantánamo, even though I was saddened that they had met the same fate I had. I met a total of twelve Sudanese men…

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The Reality of Being In Guantánamo | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

At approximately 9.00 PM, I stepped off the plane where I had been tormented for four or five hours. During that first flight, we were forbidden from eating, relieving ourselves or sleeping by the soldiers…

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Interrogations In Kandahar | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

The interrogations in Kandahar were worse than Bagram, they were longer and more complex. They could happen anytime during the day or night, the midnight ones were the most annoying and exhausting. They stretched for…

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Bagram to Kandahar | Prisoner 345 | My Six Years in Guantánamo

I remember the moment when the plane took off from Bagram to Kandahar; it was January 23, 2002. After roughly an hour and a half of turbulence, we arrived. The soldiers met us with beatings,…

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