Name: Unknown
Birth Date: 1-Jan-01
Title: Abused
Until
the
age
of
5
or
6
I
tolerated
the
physical
abuse
of
my
own
mom
and
after
that
when
my
dad
remarried
my
mom
left
me
and
my
sister
and
our
stepmom
started
abusing
us.
We
managed
to
flee
to
our
own
mom
with
the
help
of
a
neighbor,
but
God
was
so
unkind
to
us.....we
did
not
know
that
our
mom
was
in
flesh
trade
and
she
sold
both
of
us
to
that
neighbor
who
runs
a
massage
parlor.
I
was
11
and
my
sister
was
9
years
old.
I
did
not
have
any
idea
what
sex
was,
the
older
girls
used
to
put
makeup
on
my
face
and
made
me
wear
skimpy
clothes
and
pushed
me
inside
a
room
where
men
like
my
father's
age
abused
me.
In
the
beginning
I
tried
to
resist
but
they
tied
my
hands
and
feet
and
tortured
me
until
I
lost
my
senses.
When
I
used
to
cry,
"oh
mom
save
me,"
the
other
girls
told
me
that
my
mom
sold
both
of
us
to
the
parlor
owner.
I
never
saw
my
sister
and
I
have
no
idea
where
she
is
now.
I
am
trying
to
get
out
of
my
traumatic
past but still get disturbed if anybody touches me when I am asleep.
ID: VA-IND-UN-0011
Name: Unknown
Birth Date: Unknown
Title: Darkness
I
have
no
idea
who
the
father
of
my
elder
sister
and
me,people
around
us
used
to
discuss
about
dissimilarities
between
us,
I
grew
up
with
a
lot
of
unanswered
questions.
My
friends
used
to
make
fun
of
me
as
I
could
not
tell
them
what
my
father
looked
like
or
you
could
say
the
concept
of
"father"
was
alien
to
me.
Once
my
grandma
came
and
told
me
that
the
father
of
me
and
my
sister
were
different
as
our
mom
was
a
call
girl
and
that
day
onwards
my
life
of
darkness
started....I
started
mixing
with
street
boys
and
started
taking
alcohol
and
pot...I
was
ready
to
do
anything
for
a
couple
of
bucks
for
my
smoke,
I
contracted
sexually
transmitted
diseases.
Once
I
took
too
much
alcohol
and
grass
and
ended
up
in
the
hospital...I
gained
consciousness
after
3
days
and
after
my
treatments
were
over
they
brought
me
to
this
home
2
years
ago.
Since
then
I
am
clean
and
with
the
help
of
our
therapist
I
am
trying
to
become
a
better
human
being.
Though
my
wild
self
does
create
problems
at
times,
now
I
know
how
to
calm
her
down
and
am also trying to forgive me mom...maybe I will be able to do so some day.
ID: VA-IND-UN-0012
Name: Unknown
Birth Date: Unknown
Title: Faceless
Since
my
childhood,
I
have
been
suffering
from
asthma.
No
one
ever
tried
to
take
me
to
a
doctor.
My
parents
thought
it
would
be
better
if
I
died
because
I
am
a
girl
child
and
they
wanted
a
boy.
When
I
was
7
years
old
I
had
an
attack
of
asthma
and
I
became
very
very
sick.
My
parents
thought
that
I
was
dead
and
took
me
to
a
hospital
and
left
me
on
the
terrace.
I
was
almost
dead
when
a
lady
noticed
that
I
was
alive
and
she
with
the
help
of
the
polish
brought
me
in
this
home.
Since
then
I've
stayed
here,
I
have
no
connection
with
my
parents,
I
hate
them
as
much
as
they
used
to
hate
me.
I
had
my
education
and
I'm
working
in
a
hospital
in
the
housekeeping
department.
I
am
yet
to
create
my
identity
so
I
am
still
faceless;
whatever
I
am
today
I
thank
my
home
and
my
caregivers
who
gave
me
a
new
life.
But
still
whenever I remember those days, I feel like lots of snakes are embracing me all over (on my dress).
ID: VA-IND-UN-0013
Name: Unknown
Birth Date: 1-Jan-93
Title: Handicapped
God
did
not
make
me
willingly
because
he
forgot
to
give
me
my
left
hand,
left
eye,
hair
and
legs.
I
was
born
in
a
dark
and
shabby
locality
of
the
city
where
people
visit
only
after
sundown.
The
most
interesting
thing
was
that
inspite
of
my
severe
handicap
there
were
people
who
wanted
to
buy
me
for
prostitution.Since
my
mom
got
no
help
from
my
dad(?),
she
had
to
fight
very
hard
to
put
me
in
a
home
for
special
children.
There
I
was
prey
to
some
of
the
older
boys
and
girls.
They
may
be
handicap
but
their
physical
hunger
was
more
than
the
able
bodied
people.
One
of
the
boys
was
very
shy,
he
was
nice
to
me
and
taught
me
how
to
protect
myself
from
those
boys
and
girls.
He
gave
me
some
chili
powder
and
I
used
to
throw
that
at
whoever
wanted
to
come
near
me.
It
worked
and
I
slowly
fell
in
love
with
him.
His
handicap
was
less
than
me
and
we
decided
to
get
married
someday.
I
am
19
now
and
staying
in
a
different home, learning how to operate Xerox machines to become self sufficient.
ID: VA-IND-UN-0014
Name: Unknown
Birth Date: Unknown
Title: Justice
I
am
from
Santhal
community
(Tribal
community),
very
backward
and
poor
community.
I
cannot
remember
my
parent’s
faces;
my
guardian
was
my
elder
brother
who
was
ruthless
and
very
very
unkind
to
me.
He
got
married
and
started
living
separately.
I
used
to
beg
from
our
neighbors
for
food
when
I
got
hungry
and
they
never
gave
me
food
instead
I
got
abuse
both
mental
and
physical
.
Nobody
ever
loved
me
or
cared
for
me.
I
used
to
steal
food
and
money.
I
still
remember
one
winter
morning
when
I
wore
my
cousin’s
pants
and
they
punished
me
by
shaving
my
head
and
once
I
put
on
my
sister-
in-law’s
ankle
bracelet
and
they
bit
me
so
hard
that
my
bone
broke.
I
put
a
nice
frock
on
my
doll
to
hide
all
my
marks
and
brushes
of
my
body
and
mind.
Whatever
good
and
nice
things
has
happened
to
me
it
happened
because
of
my
constant
fighting
for
justice.
I
don’t
have
any
friend,
I
can’t
share
with
anyone
except
my
counselor I can cry in front of her only.
ID: VA-IND-UN-0015
Name: Unknown
Birth Date: Unknown
Title: Pieces
I
do
not
know
who
I
am?
I
have
been
broken
into
too
many
pieces….I
tried
to
put
together
some
of
the
pieces
and
I've
lost
some
forever…so
I
don't
have
any
face,
I
could
see
but
my
fear
still
dominates
me
so
I
can't
revolt
against
anyone.
I
try
to
love
myself,
try
to
take
care
of
myself
but
I
have
nothing
underneath
my
dress,
people
have
snatched
everything
from
a
helpless
girl...but
I
will
keep
trying
to
find
out
my
other
pieces and will complete my puzzle.
ID: VA-IND-UN-0016
Name: Unknown
Birth Date: 1-Jan-91
Title: Red
When
I
was
5
years
old,
I
used
to
earn
my
living
by
cutting
long
grass
int
he
nearby
jungle.
I
used
to
go
in
early
morning
and
cut
until
afternoon
and
then
used
to
go
a
long
way
to
the
market
to
sell
those
to
buy
rice
and
salt
for
our
dinner.
My
mother
used
to
cook
but
before
she
could
buy
the
rice
and
salt
our
father
used
to
snatch
those
couple
of
rupees
(Indian
currency)
to
buy
his
daily
dose
of
alcohol.
Whenever
my
mom
protested
she
used
to
get
beaten
and
she
succumbed
to
her
injury
when
I
was
7
years
old.
When
I
took
the
position
of
my
mother,
he
took
money
from
me
and
the
beating
continued.
Most
of
the
days
me
and
my
two
brothers
slept
with
empty
stomach
and
one
of
my
brothers
died
6
months
later
out
of
hunger.
Then
he
drove
me
out
of
the
house
because
I
refused
to
give
him
money.
From
then
on
I
have
been
residing
in
one
shelter
home
to
another.
Now
I
don’t
remember
the
past
except
the
color
Red.
I
HATE
THAT
COLOR
BECAUSE
MY
MOM
LOVED
THAT
COLOR….WHY
DID
SHE
LEAVE
ME
TO
A
MAN
LIKE
MY
FATHER,
HE
KILLED
MY
MOM,
MY
BROTHER…..Now
I
am
21
years
old
and
still
I
think
my
greatest
loss
is
the death of my mom.
ID: VA-IND-UN-0017
Name: Unknown
Birth Date: 1-Jan-00
Title: Sadness
I
hate
my
parents
from
the
bottom
of
my
heart.
Not
for
a
single
day
of
my
life
(12
years)
have
I
received
love,
good
treatments,
stomach
full
of
food
or
some
caring
and
cuddling
from
them
and
after
the
death
of
my
mom
from
my
stepmom.
My
younger
sister
never
understood
me,
my
grandmother
was
always
after
my
money
whatever
I
used
to
get
as
a
domestic
help
since
my
early
childhood
days.
I
started
working
full
days
in
a
factory
at
the
age
of
5
and
I
still
remember
once
I
got
hungry
and
spent
1
rupee
(not
even
a
pence)
on
a
slice
of
bread,
my
stepmom
burned
me
with
a
burning
log
of
wood
from
the
oven
and
my
back
had
70%
burn
injury.
When
I
told
my
misery
to
the
hospital
they
arranged
a
shelter
home
for
me.
When
my
stepmom
came
to
know
about
it
she
even
tried
to
sell
me
to
a
trafficker
whom
I
managed
to
hand
over
to
the
police
with
the
help
of
a
friend.
And
from
that
day
onward
me
and
my
friend,
who
is
an
orphan,
we
both
promised
to
forget
our
past
and
start
living
our
life
afresh.
I
want
to
go
to
school,
I
like
to
have
loving
parents
but
unfortunately
I
will
get
neither.
I
WANT
TO
MAKE
BIG
DOOR
AND
WINDOWS
IN
MY
INNER
ROOM
SO
THAT
NO
MORE
DARKNESS
INSIDE
ME,
NO
MORE
SADNESS,
NO
MORE
TORTURES!
I
WANT
TO
WALK
ON
A
WELL
LIT
ROAD
WITH
MY
FRIEND...PLEASE
GOD
HELP
ME
TO
ATTAIN MY DREAMS.
ID: VA-IND-UN-0018
Name: Unknown
Birth Date: Unknown
Title: Suicide
I
feel
myself….like
a
thousand
times
worn
torn
piece
of
cloth….people
used
me
all
possible
ways
they
could.
So
every
part
of
me
is
taped…wanted
to
commit
suicide
twice
by
hanging
but
failed,
put
a
piece
of
cloth
to
hide
the
mark
of
my
failure….my
hands
are
red,
this
is
the
color
of
my
own
blood....wanted
to
die
but
could
not
succeed....I
thank
God
for
that....HE
gave
the
chance
to
recreate
my
life
in
a
more
meaningful
way
and
whatever
I
would
be
vulnerable,
I
will
remember
my
doll
and
she
will
give
me
the
strength to fight for myself.
ID: VA-IND-UN-0019
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