Writer and former Guantánamo detainee.

In Our Prison by the Sea

After the plane landed, a bus took us to a ferry, and beneath it we felt the sea. We were tired, hungry, in pain, and in fear about it all. We were gagged, blindfolded and shackled. When we arrived at our cages, we whispered to one another, “There is a sea around.”

Read the rest of my New York Times op ed here.

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