I was brought to Guantanamo Bay on January 11, 2002, the day the prison opened. Fourteen years later, the United States released me. I was never charged with a crime nor told why I was there.
During my imprisonment, I found strength and solace in painting. I fashioned a make-shift box for my works and brought them with me when I won my freedom. Some of my art has been displayed in an exhibit, Ode to the Sea, at the John Jay College of Criminal Justice in New York as well as in a high school library in San Diego, California.
