I’m no longer holding on to the edge of my life; I’m reaching out - by S.H.
Essay Title: The Two Sides of My Mirror: Here & There Consolation Prize – AA06 By S.H., a Diploma student-inmate from institution TM1 I opened my eyes today to the sound of someone in the shower. As the pipe rattles in the labyrinth of the building, I stretched my aching back pulling the stiff muscles that’s been lying on the cold hard floor for the past 22 months. I sat up and stifled a yawn, wishing I was somewhere else – just like the dream I had earlier on. Was it Maldives? I began to...