Tina (After Rain Skies, 2nd ed.)

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Below is the story of Tina from “After Rain Skies”

When we trust a friend, we have confidence in them and their honesty and integrity. We believe that they will do the things they say they will. We recognize their abilities and strengths, and we place our faith in them.

Tina at 18 learned the heartbreaking truth behind “trusting a friend” when she said “yes” three times.

She left school premises rather later than usual, and thereupon the highway, she was met by her long-time neighbor and childhood friend; the son of a very dear family friend. He offered her a ride, a ride to her dormitory.

It was already late, it was dark and the traffic in the city was indescribable. So, she said yes. And why not? They have been neighbors and friends for as far as she could remember. Their families were both best friends with each other.

 So yeah, she said yes.

 Ten minutes on the road and he said, they will need to do a quick stopover at his friend’s apartment (apparently to pick up some school documents).

Again she said yes.

And, again why not?

💔 you won’t believe what happened next….read the full story of Tina in “After Rain Skies”, and other inspiring stories of abuse and violence💔

Words

Words

i exhaled it all out of my suffocating lungs
i needed some space to loosen the pain
i took on the comfort of my gentle words
but i couldn’t tame them not this time

so i use the harshest expressions in a very jarring way
to pierce through every single cell your body has
so that blood will slowly trickle out each of your vein
maybe then you’ll know how much ache it was

i could think of all the bad and the worst
i could summon all that is hated and that is condemned
all the things i need just to get it through the cut
i probably want some solid-fluid air than them

i so ceased, i stopped being gentle and kind
even with the words i try to rhyme and count

for once i tell you, i’d be better when i’m good

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 213

Mia @ 18

Nothing beats the pain of losing yourself to somebody you barely even know. Nothing beats the pain of crying when you know it isn’t enough. Nothing beats the pain of wanting to die when you know death may not even be the answer.

Mia was your regular College girl. Pretty, charming, and smart. When everyone else thought it was a blessing, Mia later realized, it was rather a curse. For it was that same pretty and charming face that brought her to her agonizing situation.

Raped at 18.

And was forced to mature at such a young age.

Mia couldn’t actually recall the details anymore. Or maybe she chose to forget. Or maybe, forgetting was her way of coping.

Did forgetting help? Maybe yes, maybe no. One thing was sure though, it helped her moved on.

She intentionally forgot even the face of her perpetrator, the man who took away her innocence, the man who gave her endless nights of crying alone, and the man who at some point made her want to end her life.

But, forgetting helped. And oh, there was one more.

Her silence.

She never spoke about the abuse, to anybody, to anyone.

She kept her silence for so long. And yes, for some reasons and probably by the grace of God, her silence helped her forget and eventually moved on.

Now, years after, she chose to speak up. And why, now? Because she has found her peace now, and in her peace, she can better narrate her story and empower young women.

She promised herself, that she will devote her time, her expertise, and her resources to help victims of abuse and violence cope and survive.

And yes, Mia moved on; but she was never healed. Moving on, is entirely different from healing. Mia realized this by helping fellow victims.

Mia, is a victim, helping other victims.  

Mia is healing by helping.

Let Your Voice Be Heard

Aisha was the wife of a man who disappeared not long after their marriage. In his place came a husband who thought always hurting the woman he had promised to care for was the best way to be one.

By the time they had a son, Aisha had to give up waiting for the person she fell in love with to come back. She had to set aside the nightmare of a possibility that that person might never even have existed because she had an 18-month old infant who had just been thrown by his father into a rose bush and who didn’t know how to defend himself.

For Aisha, enough was enough. For the safety of her baby, just a divorce would not be enough. There had to be no contact between the innocent and the guilty. Violence was a choice her husband continued to make, and she was taking a stand to prevent any more of it.

Courts, unfortunately, don’t always make this easy.  She needed the assistance of a brilliant lawyer to keep social workers from making her share her son’s life with a parent who kept trying to ruin it, the testimony of the family physician to prove there was actually abuse, and resilience that she was slowly running out of to keep going.

The months of having no one believe her did not make it easy, but there were good people along the way too. And, by Christmas, with their help, Aisha had full custody of her son and a well-earned chance at a kinder life for them both.

Women have the right to live free from violence.

Let your voice be heard

Read more true and inspiring stories of abuse and violence in my book “After Rain Skies” available via KOBO.COM