September 2019

Someone pointed John out to me as we drove past him. That’s somebody’s uncle. He has schizophrenia. From the car, he looked big and intimidating. Shirt partially unbuttoned at the top, in shorts and slippers. He did not look friendly. I don’t want anything to do with him, I thought to myself, with some trepidation. …

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It has been nine months since the news of another death in the PPR flats.  A three year old girl fell from the 17th floor.  Her name is Siti Nur Nadhirah.  I remembered the neighbours telling me of the thud on their canopies as her little body slammed into their balcony before her little body …

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