Ammar Turner …… Who is he …? Asked no one ever. Well to those it matters to I am I slave , Well now I can say I was a slave 12 years ago these people who looked very much different from myself came to Africa and kidnapped my family and I . I was only a kid they packed us on to a ship, it was dark and there was a horrible stench that wouldn’t seem to go away, I heard babies crying and my mother told me over and over that everything would be alright .We soon arrived to a strange place that looked nothing like my home. I had no idea what was going on they grabbed us and separated me from my mother. I screamed and called for my mother but they didn’t seem to care they threw me in the back of a wooden wagon and rode off and for some reason I had a feeling I would never see my mother again. They took me to a strange place there where so many people there they took me out of the wagon and stood me in front of the people and they all started saying number and saying they would take me. I didn’t want to go with them but, this man he grabbed me by the arm and told me I belonged to him now.

I belonged to him? what does he mean by that “What’s your name boy “He asked “Ammar” I answered ‘Well now I’m your master and you do as I say “Why do I have to do as you say “And before I could even finish he lifted his hand and punched me right in my face and said “Because you belong to me” we arrived at a big house it was scary looking and also looked very old. He told me to get to work and start cleaning the house. I cleaned all day and around night time he sent me to the back of the house in like a little shack and chained me down he told me get a good night sleep cause I would be up early in the morning working again. I was confused I had no idea where my family was and I didn’t know what to do.

The next morning I woke up to a girl crying. I asked her what was wrong but she just ignored me. We cleaned and worked every day together but she refused to talk to me. One day she