Real Life Stories
WIHINI AND SUNNI – INDIA
Wihini, aged nine and her brotherSunni, a boy aged seven, lived on Thane train station in Mumbai, India with their parents who were both alcoholics. Wihini and Sunni were regular attendees of the Asha Deep Day Centre, run by Oasis India, where they learnt to read and write and were given the opportunity to play. After attending daily for three months they disappeared. The project staff went to look for them. Wihini and Sunni's father told how a man had come and offered money for them and that he had sold them for the equivalent of $30. That was the last the father and the staff of Asha Deep Day Centre heard of them. In that area of Mumbai every two to three months children disappeared or were kidnapped and sold into prostitution, forced labour, adoption or child sacrifice.
SOPHIE - UK
"Two years ago everything changed. I was trafficked. I was fooled. I was deceived by a man who said that he loved me. The tragedy is that I believed him. Now I know that love is not shown by forcing me to work on the streets, beating me up, force feeding me and turning me into someone with no mind of my own. I had become like a frightened rabbit. I was terrified that he would kill me. Death too often felt like my only way to escape.
People are product.
I was one of them.
But I am a survivor.
I have a new life but I am haunted by the faces of those who used me, those whom I did not choose, those for whom I was nothing more than a ten-minute thing.
Please join STOP THE TRAFFIK and make a difference to people's lives... ... people like me."
People are product.
I was one of them.
But I am a survivor.
I have a new life but I am haunted by the faces of those who used me, those whom I did not choose, those for whom I was nothing more than a ten-minute thing.
Please join STOP THE TRAFFIK and make a difference to people's lives... ... people like me."
Unnamed victim
“I was only 15 years old when I was sold to the madam. I was so young, I didn’t know anything. I was innocent then. My parents were tricked by a neighbor into thinking I’d be working at a restaurant as a waitress in the city. I wanted to go. I wanted to help my family. I was willing to work. But this is not what followed. After walking through the jungle and crossing the border on a night boat, a van took me to a bad place – a place where girls like me were sold like animals to the owner. When they told me what I was supposed to do, I said no, never. I fought back. But that didn’t stop them. They abused me and tortured me for days until I had nothing left to give. I no longer had control of my life or my body. I belonged to them. Every night I was with different men – seven days a week, 365 days a year. For years, this was my life. Now at 18, my body is frail from the illnesses. I feel completely empty inside.”
(Nepalese victim, India)
(Nepalese victim, India)