Inside the living quarters at the Immigration Centers of America facility in Farmville, Ahmed felt his mental health begin to unravel.
There was little to do and nowhere to be alone. He shared one open room with dozens of other men. They slept in rows of bunks in one half of the room and ate at dining tables that butted up against a row of fully exposed toilets in the other — close enough that the sight and smell of them were part of every meal.
Outdoor recreation was rare. Long days stretched out before him, followed by even longer nights, filled with the quiet sounds of men sobbing…