Maldives: Farah Didi

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I WILL FORGIVE by FARAH DIDI for the third time they cuffed me from behind, the cold unforgiving metal biting into the skin, my shoulders drawn together arching my back like a rainbow, tear gassed, my lungs bursting, I gasped, he grabbed my hair, someone, young enough to call me mum, and they watched, and waited, and I too will wait my son, but I will forgive, when my turn comes.