Saturday, March 1, 2014

Human trafficking

February 28, 2014

She was tiny, no taller than 4'7.  She had big brown eyes and short curly hair, she was never loved, never wanted, and never cared for.  I mean, who would want her?  She was naughty, troublesome, another mouth to feed, and really just a pain.  At the age of 13 she was married off to a man many years older than she.  She suffered in his home; continually beaten and broken.  Her mind began to shut down.  For 13 years her life had been about rejection, she didn't even know what love was.  After 2 months of this torture she decided to run away.  She returned to her home only to be locked out.  Tears stung her eyes as her family turned their backs on her.  Again.  They hid in rooms and closets from her; keeping silent as she cried for help.  She soon took up residence in a nearby graveyard.  While there she was raped by 2 men.  She was broken, what was left for her?  A family that didn't love her, a husband that beat her and now even strangers took what they could from her.  She was tired, broken, hurt, and had nothing to live for.  She began to wander the streets and sell her body.  Her new goal in life was to survive; to fill her empty stomach and find a place to lay her head.  Thirteen years old and the most spoken name on the wharf.  ALL of the men wanted her; the men vied for the first chance to use her.  They took her in to a dark alley or a cheap hotel room; used her, degraded her small beautiful body, stripped her of her worth then left with out paying a single cent.  Some nights she still went to bed hungry.  She lived in constant fear of the pimps over her.  If she didn't perform right what would happen to her?

This story is true.  I don't know how she felt, or what she lived like day to day; I do know that the major facts in the story are real.  She really is that tiny, this story truly did happen.  She is no longer right in the head, she is very mentally impaired.  But she has a beautiful smile.  A few weeks ago she came asking for help and now is attempting to live away from that life style.  Shes hurting and broken, you can see it in her eyes.  But I have had the privilege to love on her and spend time with her.

Do you realize how many girls have stories similar to this? Girls much younger then this; 10, 11, 12 years old.  This story is not uncommon, in fact on the streets it is very common.  We can do something about it though.  And if you can't physically do something, I encourage you to pray for these girls.  They need it.  

1 comment:

  1. About Aslan:

    “Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”

    C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe