Untold stories

untold stories

This is the actual story, but the character's name is different.

My name is Anaya. And I belong to a middle-class family. It led me to a joint family system from the beginning. Unaware of the world, I had my little world of humor. Where I did not know even the difference between the hardships and deceptions of life and the good and the bad. 

At, the same time my uncles who lived outside the country came back and they used to make fun of everyone and buy new things for the children and laugh and talk to the women outside while his own wife was not at all and even did not refrain from beating her. 

And I was growing up watching all this. Everybody called my uncle cheerful and funny or understood or was ignorant. One day it was a freezing winter night and my uncle had a daughter named Sana who was small, so she was afraid to lie down alone at night, so at Mama's request, I lay down in her room with Sana.

And uncle and aunt were lying in the room next to Sana's room and there was a door between the two rooms. When I was fast asleep, Sana had to go to the washroom. The washroom was a short distance from the room, so Sana called her mother and took her to the washroom. My uncle got up to go out and then I was not in a deep sleep because it disturbed my sleep because of Sana's waking up. 

When my uncle passed by, he touched me in the wrong way and I could not get up immediately because I was a little sleepy. After that, I could not sleep the whole night. I was very frightened and upset. I didn't expect that. The next day I tried to keep myself very normal, but I was very disturbed despite that I couldn't tell anyone about it. Seeing me normal will also satisfy my uncle that maybe I know nothing about last night. The next day again Mama asked me to sleep with Sana, but I refused Mama that I can't sleep there. I can't sleep. Gone because I couldn't believe it really happened.

 Dad also used to trust Uncle a lot. If we had to go somewhere, he would send us with him. We couldn't even refuse to let Papa go with Uncle. Otherwise, Dad would ask us why we didn't go with Uncle. And what would we tell them then?

And uncle, keeping in mind that we feel rare, sometimes uncle would touch our mouth, sometimes turn his hand on our back and sometimes hold our hand. As the girls are very sensitive in this matter, I would feel very strong, but my helplessness was so great that I could never even tell my parents. 

Because I'm not so much Franck with my parents and I was afraid that if they didn't believe me, then what would I do and because of that I didn't go out of my room, stopped talking to my uncle, stopped coming in front of them and Then when I was a little older, I had to take admission in another school and that school was far away. And then my father had to pay for the van separately. And we also had our own house in the city. That's why my grandfather decided my father should come to the city with his family.

And so we moved the city away from Uncle. The city was not far away but still; I was excited and that day I thanked Allah. After that, if uncle comes to our house, I will take SLAM and go inside .............

And I don't know how many girls will endure all this or the way my uncle did to me, what will happen to the rest of the girls in our family and if they say nothing like me.

And to this day I could not share this with anyone, but thank God that I have become so strong today that I can give a blunt answer to anyone for the deed. For heavens, be so friendly with your children. Protect them as much as possible so that they do not face any problem and if there is any such problem, God willing, understand their behavior, talk to them yourself and get them out of mental conflict.

Today I am working in such children's organizations and protect the children from being exploited, but this is an incident that happened to me, so even today all those things have left deep impressions in my heart and mind. Protect them because they are only your children and don't leave them alone with any of your relatives. No one else can protect your own children.

This happens to five out of ten girls who are physically and mentally exploited, but some girls can't raise their voices and some girls who raise their voices don't believe in their families, and they killed some girls in the name of honor. If so, please believe your children and keep them safe from such double standards and relationships.

There are a lot of girls who can't tell the story of what happened to them anywhere. There is an opportunity for them to tell me their stories. I will understand and listen to their stories and If allowed, I will change the names of the characters and publish them on my blog spot so that other girls can avoid such animals and the rest of the girls will be encouraged to fight their situation by listening to your stories.