[part two of two]
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“I was escorted to the cell. It had no bed; in its place a flat metal bench. The officers gave me a very thin blanket to cover myself with. The glaring yellow light shined bright from above. An industrial sink and toilet was attached inside the cell. There was no clock, presumably another deliberate tactic to psychologically unhinge me as I entered the room where time stood still.”
Part 2 — The Cell
After roughly 6 hours of interrogation, I hugged my friend Arefin goodbye and told him to notify my family as soon as possible that I would be sent back home. It comforted me to know he would be in a better position than I. I couldn’t begin to think how much I would dread if the roles were reversed and I met Arefin’s family without him.
I was told I would be transported to another terminal as they were closing up this room. It was getting late and my detention had made all these officers stay back until I was transferred. They weren’t too happy as they were eager to go home to their families. Poor officers — don’t you just hate it when you get caught up work arbitrarily interrogating Muslims.
I was taken to an interrogation room in which I was patted down for the 2nd time. The same sickening smell of feces…
