Guantanamo Bay , Cuba ( CNN ) I 've heard that the Senate report on CIA torture is 6,000 pages long . My story , though , takes place elsewhere : in Guantanamo , away from the CIA program that the report covers . The 6,000 pages of the Senate report are just the start of what Americans have to accept happened in their name.It starts and ends in the silence of a tiny , freezing cold cell , alone . That 's when you hold yourself in a ball , and fight to ignore the confusion of what has just happened to you , and the fear of what might be coming next . Or the fear that comes when you realize that no one is coming to help ; that the life , family and friends you knew are all far , far away . The cell door opens . The next session , seemingly the 100th in a row . I think my first period of interrogation lasted three full months . Two teams of interrogators running shifts , day and night . Each session begins with shouting , to wake me up . Then they hit me on the face and the back . I am so desperate for sleep , my head is swimming . There are photographs of faces stuck all around the walls of this room . They demand that I identify the individuals , but I can barely focus to see if I might know them . The shouting and the insults get louder , and then they nod to a man in the corner . He injects me twice in the arm with some unknown substance . It 's the last thing I know . The freezing cold cell . The cell door opens . This time the guards enter , making awful honking noises , like wild animals . I tried to refuse to eat the little food they bring me , in protest at all this . The interrogator laughs at me , but then turns angry ; he swears loudly , and pours an army meal pack over my head . They tell the man in the corner to start feeding me intravenously . He inserts the tube in two different places on my arm and makes it bleed . Closing Guantanamo : Who 's left and what 's in the way . The freezing cold cell . The cell door opens . This time the guards push me on the floor and take turns trampling over my back . I tell the interrogators that I ca n't face not eating any more . They throw food on the floor of the room and tell me to eat like a pig . They wo n't let me go to the restroom . They watch as it gets more painful , and laugh as they get the translator to describe how they will rape me if I pee in my pants . The freezing cold cell . The cell door opens . They make me stand and salute the American flag . I 'm in a sort of cinema room , where I have to watch videos of other prisoners being abused . Then they tell me that I have to dance for them , and run in circles whilst they pull on my chains . Every time I try and refuse , they touch me in my most private areas . The freezing cold cell . The cell door opens . It has rained , and there are muddy puddles everywhere . I 'm shackled , so I ca n't really walk ; they deliberately drag me through the muddy puddles . Now it 's the pornography room . Awful pictures everywhere . There is one with a man and a donkey . I 'm stripped naked and have my beard shaved , in a gratuitous insult to my religion . I 'm shown pornographic pictures of women . I 'm told to make the noises of different animals , and when I refuse , they just hit me . It ends with them pouring cold water all over me . Hours later in my cell , I am discovered , nearly frozen . The doctor tells them to bring me urgently to the clinic , where I am given a blanket and treatment . Over the next hours , they observe me as I warm up . They are just waiting for the moment that they can sign off on my return to interrogation . Four years ago , six U.S. government security agencies sat together and reviewed my case . Their conclusion ? That I was innocent of any crime and should be released . The dirty and sadistic methods I endured -- which were then taken directly to Abu Ghraib -- achieved nothing , except to shame that American flag hanging in the prison corridor , which I was made to salute . One hundred and thirty-six prisoners are still being held at Guantanamo , whilst the politicians squabble over how to black out the Senate report . America can not keep hiding from its past , and its present , like this . Our stories , and our continued detention , can not be made to disappear .
Samir Naji describes life in Guantanamo Bay detention camp . Naji says he was interrogated for three months by security teams , running surveillance round the clock . Interrogators abused him , forced him to look at degrading pornography , he claims . Treatment shames American soldiers standing in the prison corridor , he says .