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When I was only a young teenager. I met someone. I loved him and I thought he loved me. However, his betrayal towards me, my trust in him left my life shattered.
I lived on in a small village in Jessore, Bangladesh on a farm with my eight brothers and sisters. We were poor, but my siblings and I were all able to go to school.
I loved to sing. I love to sing about the sky, the earth, my village, but when I met this man, all my song were about him. We would sit and talk for hours. He would tell stories about the big cities he's been to. He was just so cool. I admired his bicycle, his radio, his clothes. I admired him.
When I turned thirteen, he said he wanted to marry me, and he could make me into a famous singer. It wasn't a weird proposal. It was common for woman to be married young. Some of my friends were already married.
Heart fluttering, adrenaline pumping, head spinning from the thrill as we snuck across the boarder in the darkness of night.
He left me with his aunt. He told me that he wanted me to stay there with her until my parents would stop looking for me. I didn't want to see him go, but I trusted him.
The moon's illuminating glow then brought light to everything. Lined on the street were girls caked with makeup in short skirts. A man went up to one of them, and she led him into the house.
His aunt was actually a brothel madam and I was sold off by the one I loved.
To "break me in" I was raped several times a night for a month before I was sold to men. I had" an average of ten to twelve buyers a night who treated me like a possession,
Whenever I resisted, the brothel madam lashed my flesh with vicious strikes. Reminders come in the form of littered scars across my body.
When the brothel owner got impatient with me he would rape me, and I would be locked in a room thirsty and hungry for days
As barbaric, brutal as it sounds it's not some exclusive cruelty. More than twenty million people are trafficked. Eighty percent are for sex trafficking' and it's the fastest growing enterprises in the world. Half of modern day slaves are in India but only some cases are reported, fewer perpetrators are persecuted, and even less are convicted.
Object and human, there should be a thick line between the two. but human trafficking blurs that line of what a human and an object should be. Human are loved, and objected are used. It should never be the other way around.
Solutions of human trafficking are creating awareness of recruiter and signs, convicting pimps and traffickers at a faster rate, and rehabilitating victims.
A solution I strongly support is rehabilitating victims, allowing woman safety and security when they are able to leave prostitution.
I tried to escape the brothel, that dungeon. Each failed attempt I was dragged back by my hair through the dirty streets. My tears and my cries augmenting while people simply spectated. If only one person would have helped.
It can only take one person to save a life.
In 2010 I joined a self empowerment group and I learned about an organization Apne Aap that helped trafficked woman. I asked Apne Aap to set up my daughters with respectable jobs, so they wouldn't have to go into prostitution. They set up my eldest daughter with interviews and gave her job training. Rehabilitation may not be the cure for trafficking but can grant someone the power change another's lives because they was saved.
My daughter eventually got a job with a woman entrepreneur for all-woman petrol pump and her job as station supervisor sustains us. I can never get back those years of my life back, but it lets me know that victims can be rescued so there can at least be one less broken soul.
A/N I would like to say that this monologue is made from a story I found about a girl online. The story is true and not mine that I created.
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Hello!
Wow. I honestly came into this story thinking it was going to be about a tween girl agonizing over a two-week long relationship with whom she thought she'd spend the rest of her life with. I couldn't have been more wrong.
I think this was a very important thing to post. I think most people are aware that this happens but it just goes to the back of our heads because we don't think there's anything we can do to help. But it's always important to look into things I think and really try to see if there is a way to help, and even what you did by writing this and posting it was a way of doing something at least.
I'm a little confused about the authors note at the bottom though: do you mean that you found the story online and then wrote this based on that story? Or did you copy and paste the story in? Because I'm not sure that the latter is allowed, even if you do mention that it's not your story... or at least I think it's treading on a fine line. If I were you and it is the case that you copy and pasted the story in here, I would have instead either made it very clear at the beginning AND the end, OR I would have posted it on my wall in quotation marks and added a link to where you got it online. Even if you were only inspired to write this, and it's all your writing, and think it would be important to cite your work.
And yet I think so often it is switched. In our world we get too caught up in objects, and forget about people. Thank you for posting this. Keep it up my friend and have a great day <3
-Socks
Thanks you for your review and I did mean that I found a story online and based it off that. I didn't copy and paste.
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Hi Redbox275, acm here for a review! The title of this piece really caught my eye, and it was very interesting. You kept the tension and suspense throughout the whole piece, and I never lost interest at any place. There were only a few suggestions I had.
1. I feel like the moral or theme of the story was explained too quickly and the story progressed from right after. The sentence about humans being loved, not used like and object seemed like it could be the main theme. Maybe you could recap it at the very end with a short sentence so we're reminded of the main message.
2. Sentence structure: A few sentences here and there had small errors. They were little, but they did take my attention away from the actual writing while I read them over and tried to figure out what was being said. These were the ones I found.
This sentence should be, 'When I was only a young teenager, I met someone.' If there is a period after the word teenager, then it becomes a sentence fragment.
I think that these sentences would read better as this, 'I loved him, and I thought he loved me, however after his betrayal to me, he left my life shattered.' This way, everything connects, and you can clearly see the cause-effect relation.
This is just a small typo, but it should be songs instead of singular.
It should be border, not boarder in this context.
There were a few others, but I'm not going to get all nitpicky. I just suggest reading your work once over before publishing to find all of the typos or weird sentences. Anyhow, I really liked reading this writing. It had a great meaning and was told in a great voice. Great job!