I was walking the street like usual,
I did only know that way back home.
There was no shortcut, it was straight.
Ohhh, and I was 10... but I was raped.
I think I will never forget what happened,
I am forever stained, I feel dirty.
I prayed every morning,
I asked God to put peace in the world,
I have asked him to bless everyone,
It was quiet, it has always been.
That is why I like home.
But the quiet of that day was bad,
they came from nowhere and grabbed me.
I was just a kid,
powerless and physically weak.
They put me on the ground,
Actually, they pushed to the ground.
They were violent,
I wondered if I prayed for them too.
"God did you make them to your Image?"
Why was I chosen?
why does something like has to be?
As a girl I could feel it.
I felt it like never before.
It was supposed to be an act of love,
But I was done it as if I was hated.
I was raped (part 1)
I have decided to write down the story of Cecile, just like 1.2 millions women and children are raped nearly a year (stat from 2015), who cannot say their story and let people know how they feel.
As a writer and blogger, it is not just about giving them a voice but sympathising with them.
There is a difficult assimilation process to put yourself in the shoe of the victim. I could only feel the emotional pain. I could not even imagine how it feels physically.