![]() ![]() Yet after a day I became confident this was not a good sign but a sign of disaster approaching. I said to myself that maybe this was a good sign. He started making signals to them without saying anything as if he was trying to tell them: “He needs to sleep, otherwise he will go crazy.”Ī fter some time, they replaced the noise device with loud music and singing. Then the doctor came and gave me an injection. I would sleep for one second, then wake for another second, and then I would sleep again and wake up again. I wanted to sleep for one more beautiful second before they realized I was sleeping. I would refuse to open my eyes not because I wanted to challenge them but because I was hoping I could let myself go into this state of sleepiness. Half of what was happening to me was the result of a breakdown and the other half was the result of letting myself go. During that time they started allowing me to sleep a little after I started hallucinating and my words and behavior became all confused. It felt like six weeks but I can’t be positive. ![]() I don’t know how long I was chained to the chair. Sometimes I wouldn’t wake up, so they would force me to walk on my wounded leg and I would fall and then they would take me back to the chair and resume the interrogation. I found myself during interrogation sessions falling asleep for two or three seconds, and they did their best to stop me by pouring water on me. So then they started standing me on my feet to prevent me from sleeping. I got used to the shaking just as I got used to the water being thrown at me, so I was able to sleep for a second. It felt like an eternity to the point that I found myself falling asleep despite the water being thrown at me by the guard who constantly shook me to keep me awake. I don’t know how long, maybe two or three weeks or more. I was deprived of sleep for a long period. Sometimes they would leave me for days on the chair. I would urinate into a special can, but the chains were so tight that many times I found myself urinating all over myself and on the bandages that were wrapped around my wounded left thigh. Mark Denbeaux, a lead lawyer for Zubaydah, told the Guardian: ‘There is no evidence that gave the go-ahead for multiple techniques to be used at the same time.’ Photograph: © Abu Zubaydahįollowing the period chained to the bed, they sat me on a plastic chair totally naked and chained me very tight. He is chained by his limbs, sprayed with powerful water hoses while an air conditioner and fan blow cold air at him, and loud rock music is blaring – all for hours on end. In this drawing, Zubaydah depicts several torture techniques simultaneously being used on him. Only once they slightly adjusted my position when I became unable to talk from the pain in my back and the stiffness in my wounded thigh. I was chained to the bed for three, maybe four days or more. They took turns on me with no sleep, no food, no drinking, and total nakedness. The next day they sharply reduced the temperature in the room. They repeated that phrase a thousand times before they stopped the torture.ĭuring that time I reached a level of psychological, nervous and physical exhaustion that, if it were not for God’s protection, I could officially have been declared psychotic. I laughed and said: “First of all, I am not from al-Qaida.” When they realized I was shivering so heavily from the cold I was no longer able to talk they covered my chest with a towel and started questioning me again. They were holding notepads and pens and they started a round of interrogation. Two people came in and sat on chairs close to each other. The noise was so loud inside the cell I was almost unable to hear anything else. I was categorically prohibited from sleeping, even for an instant. I started shivering and the guard returned throwing water at my face as soon as I closed my eyes. I closed my eyes from tiredness, and as soon as I did the guard in black clothes would throw water at me. His face was covered, his eyes were covered with what look like black diving goggles. I said, “Hey, what is wrong with you?” That black object turned out to be a man all dressed in black. I suddenly saw a black object carrying a water tank standing behind the bars of the cell. I looked around but there was nobody there. As soon as I started letting myself fall asleep, a small amount of water was thrown at my face which made me startle, as it was cold and took me by surprise. I found myself chained to a steel bed in a white room. ![]()
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