Moments before, she had been forced into
intimacy with yet another stranger. A stranger, who became increasingly
aggressive in his approach, coupled with his animalistic demeanour; smothered
her with sweet nothings as he forcefully thrust against her tender and still
developing body. She knew that for the next few minutes, she was totally
subject to his will, his desire and to feeding his lust.
As she felt the heaviness of his breathing and
heart beat racing, she tightly closed her eyes to avoid seeing him unwaveringly
gaze upon her body. She had been here before, and knew all too well that there
was no choice but to go through with it. The price for her had been paid, and
he was just one of many she had to encounter that night.
Her mind scattered in different directions as
the fear of where this would lead filled her whole being. She couldn’t dare ask him to stop, as the deep scar on her left cheek served
as a constant painful reminder of the consequence of such bravery.
After all had been said and done, he muttered
some rash words as he slammed the door shut, leaving her all alone in the damp
murky room. Her senses switched focus to the putrid smell from the gutters
outside; brought about by the humidity of the air, the sound of smashing beer
bottles from the bar next door, and the loud honking from passing vehicles.
They triggered her to reflect upon the lowness
of her situation, as she lay stripped down to her bare skin on the cold
concrete floor.
She wished…hoped for just a ray of light to shine through the darkness of her
unpleasant existence. Wondering if this was what life was all about; barely 15
she had been stripped away of any form of self worth and all she knew now was
the pitiful shame of what she had become.
Nothing seemed to matter anymore, as she
concluded that this was probably her lot and she deserved nothing more.
Then it happened, simultaneously as the
un-tightened tap across the room carried on dripping; the tears she tried so
hard to fight back came rolling down. Natural instinct would be to wipe them
away; as time and time again she had been told “there’s no room for tears”, she needed to “be strong and do what was
needed for them all”. However, this time she
just let it flow, flow across her painful scar ridden cheeks.
Maybe, just maybe she could find some form of
relief, in an act that made her feel a remotely bit human.
I wrote this story to serve as a reminder of what many young girls are currently facing in the world we live in
today. A story that so vividly brings out the truth and highlights the ugliness
of the widespread problem child sex trafficking has on its victims.
What are
you going to do to bring about that much needed change? The change that will
instill confidence back into the young lives devastated by this silent
perpetrator. Act now, and let these girls know that there is still hope.
Feel free to watch an interview with 'Thrive Rescue Home' based in Thailand below:
This is very inspiring. Well done to Jeremy and Jenifer, I will check out their website. One of my goals for the next few years is to visit the streets of Mumbai where thousands of girls are being sold to brothels and the authorities don't always step in to stop this. I'd love to get involved in some charity work out there and perhaps work with this young girls (the ones that have been rescued) and help them build self-confidence after all the trauma. Sidenote: I visited Ethiopia last year and met some very young girls who had been forced to marry men twice their age. It is not uncommon for young Ethiopian girls in some tribes to have 2 or 3 children by the age of 16. Obviously most of these girls don't want to be married and sexually active at such a young age, and child marriage is illegal in Ethiopia, but the laws against it are often ignored by these tribes due to their cultural beliefs. I love your blog by the way, keep doing your thing!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I really appreciate the support.
DeleteIt's heartbreaking the things that are going on around us, and this is what's prodding me to do something. I know collectively great things can happen. I suppose creating the awareness is the 1st step to making a change.
What you said about those girls in Ethiopia is so sad, and I know what you are planning to do in Mumbai will make a difference - where there is a will, there is a way.
Keep up the good work - You are inspirational as well!