[Pnews] Guantánamo political prisoner, Shaker Aamer - A Bitter Valentine's Day
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Fri Feb 14 14:06:51 EST 2014
A Bitter Valentine's Day
Posted: 14/02/2014 07:56
It's 14 February. In Britain it will be Valentine's Day. In 2002, it was
the day I arrived in Guantánamo Bay, and the day my youngest child was
born - Faris, whom I have never been allowed to touch.
Yesterday, my fellow detainee Emad Hassan did not take his legal call,
for the same reason every time he misses a phone call or a meeting. They
intimidate him by telling him before he goes, "we'll do a full body
search" - the "scrotum groping search" as they call it. So Emad goes
with them to the Camp 5 exit where they plan to do the search, and when
he sees them ready to carry out a full body search, he tells them that
he refuses the humiliation, and demands to go back to his cell.
Indeed, the authorities don't want someone like Emad to let the world
know what has happened to him. Recently, he encountered the worst doctor
here in Guantánamo - the "Doctor of the Dark Side". I told him to write
as much as he can about it and send it out, but it takes time for him to
write in English, and it takes time for the letters to get through the
I am on my hunger strike. Last night, I took one cup of coffee and added
two creamers. As a consequence, all this morning I had bad diarrhoea and
went to the toilet more than six times in half an hour. That is why I am
writing now. I can't go to sleep, plus it is nice to write something
about this place on the first day of my New Year.
There are 35 hunger strikers now. Eighteen of them are being tube-fed.
These brothers go and return from feedings by the FCE [Forcible Cell
Extraction] team. They even are weighed by the FCE team, but it's
impossible to take someone's weight whilst he is shaking so hard on the
digital scale and tied to a board. But this means there are 11 or 12
soldiers required every time they have to be moved, as many as five or
six times a day.
It is exactly 8:00AM and the National Anthem is playing so loudly. There
are big rumours going around, and we hope they are true. It is said that
the Government dropped the charges against 12 Yemenis and that only two
Yemenis will be prosecuted (Bin Attash and Nashiri). The eligible ones
will go to Yemen in three groups: only those who have conditions will be
kept in the planned rehabilitation centre; those who have no conditions
will be free; and the third group will be those who are to be prosecuted
in Yemen, serving their jail sentence in Yemen.
What else... How do I feel with another year of my life gone unjustly
and another year started? Truly, I feel numb. I can't even think about
it. Years are passing like months and months like weeks. Weeks pass like
days and days like hours. Hours feel like minutes, minutes seconds, and
seconds pass like years. And it goes around in a strange circle that
makes no sense. It all takes an age, and yet an age of my life seems to
pass too fast. On and on and on.
I live in the dark, knowing nothing. Here I am, cleared for release for
seven years, more than half my time here. What, why, when, how, where?
These questions have no answers, only total darkness.
I feel lonely and lost. Not knowing my future is the worst torture. I am
living just to die. I am confused about everything and everyone. It is
not enough for them to leave us alone with all this pain we are
suffering. It is not enough for us to live only with our memories, which
bring more pain. Dead people are better off than us. They are living a
new way of life, knowing that they are dead and facing the consequences
of their past actions.
But our suffering is endless - and with it, our loved ones' suffering is
endless. We are not dead but they forget us after awhile, because they
cannot see us or feel us and know how we truly are.
Yet still they do more harm to us: humiliating and insulting us,
degrading us, anything to make us more miserable. Welcome to the Hell on
Earth, welcome to Guantánamo. Welcome to the year 1984, the year 2014.
I have no doubt justice will prevail and the light of the truth will
shine all over the world. What is happening to us and others is a small
price for justice, peace, and happiness which will cover the whole world
soon. Always, after total darkness, the sun rises again. I hope to see
the sun of justice, peace, and happiness with my own eyes. It will be a
If I don't get to see that sun, please remember that I have endured all
this in the name of Justice.
Alone in Guantánamo
*Shaker relayed this blog post to his lawyer Clive Stafford Smith in an
* Follow Shaker Aamer on Twitter: www.twitter.com/Reprieveuk
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