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I can feel, someone is out there…It is dark and nothing is visible and I struggle my way through the chaotic conditions. There is no noise but I felt instinctively, the sob…is this an illusion…No it is not. I knew about the existence of life beyond the invisible… I hurries my pace and calls loudly;”Is anybody out here” The silence redeems back my voice to me. In the redemption of my probe the articulating instinct refuses to yield. Unyieldingly, I traverse more vigorously into the dark and calls again; “Hello! I know you are here…come on don’t worry; it’s me…I know you are there, you are scared,... (more)
...Billion Rising, if you’ve not heard of it - and lots of people have not - was a world-wide day of action intended to draw attention to the problem of sexual violence towards women and children across the globe. The Billion in the title is intended to emphasise that one in three women will be raped or beaten in their lifetime, that’s approximately a billion human beings.
My first article of 2013 drew attention to the appalling rape case in India, where the victim was butchered as well as assaulted. Sexual violence is an issue I feel strongly about, an issue that is simply not... (more)
...scavenging other people
Wounded and the nurses, plea for mercy
In chorus they sing, kill them, it’s not a sin
With last hope to set her free, a nurse breaks away
From one set of devils to others
They drag her to the nearby building
The rituals of rape and the shrieking wails incites the mob
In chorus they sing, kill them, it’s not a sin
Rest of the one at square, accepts the ‘fate accompli’
Hell on earth sings now loudly, “Kill them”
More they sing, more they hit them hard
With last hope, she begs... (more)
...female in a place as far away as Delhi.
I’m now back to reality, my eyes wide open. I now know exactly what happened to this twenty-three year old physiotherapy intern, so far unnamed. If you are at all sensitive to these matters it might be best if you read no further. She was gang raped, horrible enough in itself, but the details of what was inflicted on her, the violence and the mutilation, are almost beyond any horror that I have the power to conceive. What happened had nothing to do with sex and desire. It was an act of atavistic and sadistic hatred. It was an act that... (more)
'Mother, I want to live'… This is what the girl, who was brutally raped and wrote on a piece of paper.
The brutal gang rape of 23 year old girl in a moving bus and that too on busy road, in New Delhi has shocked the nation. Something is terribly wrong with my country. Every day we have been hearing news of crime against women and this horrific incident has once again made me believe that this country is heading towards anarchy.
Why that our women are unsafe? Do we need to have such horrific incident to awaken us from the slumber? Do we have to believe, the shady assurances of... (more)
Speak to me of love's glories and I'll show you the teeth of this wild thing. Love is used as a lever to control people and deliver them to the slaughter. I think of the lonely woman, in love with her man. He beats her, cusses her, rapes her, and demeans her at every turn, yet, because of love, she stays with him. I think of mean and nefarious men who hold a woman captive and force her compliance by threatening her family. Her love for her family is the means by which they control her. Men are not exempt from this cruel trick of nature. I've seen a man destroy his family, his career, and ultimately... (more)
... world are suffering from a lack of respect and abuse. In extreme cases, extreme measures must be taken to defend and honor what is precious, the lives of women & girls. Every 2 minutes a women in the United States is sexually assaulted. " Nearly one in five women surveyed said they had been raped or had experienced an attempted rape at some point, and one in four reported having been beaten by an intimate partner," according to the National Intimate Partner and Sexual Violence Survey, begun in 2010 with the support of the National Institute of Justice and the Department of Defense. The... (more)
Now picture the scene. By the side of the road a group of male hitchhiker are trying to catch a ride. A nineteen-year-old girl stops to pick them up. The guys refuse to get in. They don’t trust her, they say; they fear they are going to be raped!
You think this is a spoof? Well, I can assure you, it's not. The country in question is Zimbabwe, where three women currently stand accused of picking up male hitchhikers with the intent of harvesting their sperm. The victims apparently were drugged or subdued at knife or gun point before the women forced themselves upon them. In one case a... (more)
I'm up then I'm down. I'm in love, then I'm flooded with hate. I binge then purge. I fast only to become the worst disgusting glutton.
It's confusing and demeaning.
I'm wrapped and warped. I love myself and I hate myself for what I allow to take hold of me. I'm screaming on a meditation rock. I'm vomiting up tofu... It just doesn't make sense. I'm shooing away flies out the front door, carefully scooping moths; cautiously to not hurt them. All the while, visualizing HIM hanging from a rusty chain, in the basement.
Him-He who I blame...Him-He who I would proudly... (more)
Rain falls around me like broken glass. I sit on the field covered now in muddy grass. I hold my knees as the rain falls on me making me feel cold, wet and more alone than ever. I’m sitting in mud and the wetness is seeping through my light blue sundress. My rain boots are filled with rain and my hair is soaking and frizzy. A tear waits by the corner of my eye to drip down my face, but it is frozen in place. My body shivers and my dreams disappear as lightning appears and thunder pounds in my ears. How I ended up here I’m not quite sure. I look down at my sundress remembering the happy... (more)
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