Sad stories... and Hope
In my role at Freeset I hear the sad stories, I see the brokenness and despair that the years of abuse has left our women with. Sometimes the joy of lives transformed fades into the background and all I see is the darkness that surrounds.
But last weekend I caught a glimpse of light. It was more than a glimpse it was a shining ray of hope.
Last weekend I had the privilege of interviewing a potential new girl. We interview not to determine if they get a job but more to better understand their circumstances so we can holistically work towards their freedom.
Lets call this new girl Asha. Asha has an Aunty who works in the red light area but Asha was from Murshidabad, the village where we are hoping to start a prevention unit. Asha and her family are poor and could not afford the day to day needs so were sending Asha to work in the red light area. Asha was going to be sacrificed so the rest of the family could survive. This is an all too common story.
But Asha's story doesn't end here.
She met two of the people I work with before she began her life in the sex trade. She was offered a job with us instead of having to sell her body.
As the realisation of what was happening hit Asha's mother she cried. She cried with joy in the knowledge that her daughter was going to have a chance at life. Asha never has to know the horrors of what happens in the red light area. She has been offered her freedom before her dignity has been stripped away.
These are the stories of light and hope that burst through the darkness and despair.
This is what we are about.
There will be more of my friends who suffer, there will be more heartache, but I will hold on to this beacon of light. I will look into the faces of our nearly 200 women and remember the hope they represent.
Yesterday Asha had her first day at work.
Oh what joy and hope she represents.