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On 12 September 2015, when the iron gates of the prison finally opened and I stepped outside after nine long years, The world had changed in my absence, and so had I. My family stood there, to welcome me into my long lost freedom , but the one person dearest to me—my wife—was not among them. That absence cut through the moment more sharply than the prison walls I had just left behind.

