Tuesday, February 8
Dear cousin:Thought of Today:
"Do not allow anything to be an obstacle. See everything as a stepping stone to victory"
He: 'what’s your name little girl'
She:' Latifa'
He:' your mom says you are six years old, you look like a very beautiful young woman, you are much more mature for your age'
She:'3adooli my cousin also said that'
He:' he did?'
She:' aha'
He:' you know that your mom and I are first cousins and we grew up together, we were always very good friends like you and 3adooli'
She:' no 3adooli is big, like you, but he likes me and wants to make babies with me, but don’t tell mom, she will get angry'
He:' and how does he want to make babies with you'
She: 'he puts his 7amama here'
He: 'where show me let me see'
She: 'I can’t do that mom says 3aib, and she will beat me'
He: 'did she beat you before'
She: 'yes when I was a very young girl, and I showed it to Waleed; my brother. But I didn’t do it, he made me do it, mom hit me and she didn’t hit him'
He: ' then why did you show it to 3adooli?'
She: 'he said mom will not know coz he won’t tell, and I love babies'
He: 'if you show it to me I won’t tell as well, and I can make better babies than 3adooli, I’m bigger than him'
She: 'no, mom will beat me, she pinches really hard'
He: 'com'on let me see, … there.. how is that'
She: 'I don’t know.. it’s ok… oh not like that.. oh that hurts.. hey.. let me go, you’re hurting me'
He (panting): 'shoosh don’t scream, mom will hear you'
She (whispering):' but you are hurting me not like 3adooli… oh… no.. oh no don't do that.....'
He: 'shoosh it’s ok, you know I love you and I won’t hurt you'
Meanwhile in the large sofas of the expansive living room the ladies sat chatting over tea and nuts when all of a sudden Rana said:’ where is my brother Ahmad? Did he leave?
The host replied while ushering the maid to clean the tables: ‘ no my dear he is enjoying his afternoon siesta in the Diwaniya.
He: 'go wash up now and don’t make noise, so mom will not know, then go back to the living room with the others'
She (with tears blurring her vision):’ promise you won’t tell mom’
He: 'I promise, go now'
The young girl came in and made herself comfortable on one of the sofa’s while the sophisticated ladies continued chatting and giggling, but no one noticed the young angle with a very mature sad eyes who had just joined their circle.
A young Girl by: Carlo F. Smith
Name::AyyA
From::Kuwait
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17 Comments:
That was painful to read :"(
Rabab
That was too much to read. Unbearable.
Purg
You will need a lot of choppers
Shosho & Jewaira
As painful as it seemed, this was a true story, and the secret was never reviled. It happens everyday and goes unnoticed. An unjust culture; it punishes the girl and turns a deaf ear to the boy’s actions. When a boy can always get away with his evilness, there is no limit to the harm that he could cause even to his own kin.
Goose bumps
Brachypelma
Yeas dear, child molestation is horrible in any form and to any gender. But what I tried to emphasize here is not child abuse by a stranger, where the child could inform the parents. But the problem when this molestation comes from a trusted family member, and the child can’t talk about it, and it goes on for years. That’s the real danger. Now how do you expect this child to lead a normal life when she/he grows up? And don’t be surprised, this happens everywhere and everyday. The parents here have the responsibility of getting closer to the kid instead of punishing her/him, , they should provide the solutions instead of becoming the problem. and let me tell you another real story and it happened here in Kuwait:
an old lady opened the nursery door to check on her 7 month old granddaughter who was sleeping in her crib, and saw the cousin of 18 year old molesting the infant. And as a natural impulse started screaming at the boy and both family members gathered in the room while the boy fled. The parents took the infant to the gynecologist and thanks god she was ok. Then a big argument started between both families that until today; after 35 years, is not resolved. The girl’s family demanded that the boy should be punished, while the boy’s family did not want to disturb the boy since he was in the last year of high school and he needed “ nisba” to continue his education.
Very funny ha?
Shurouq
I know I had that too when I heard the story
it drives me just crazy thinking that someone could take an advantage of a little child and what makes it even worse from someone they know but the sad thing Rabab most of the abuse cases are done by people they know and that's just sick.
Brachypelma
I couldn’t agree with you more, father-daughter relationship is the most sacred. I love my dad more than anything in the world and really can’t imagine how cruel some fathers could be to their own daughters, it’s sad.
Jelly Bunny &DJ
Here is a poem I got sometime back to review from a poet buddy, it just gave me the shivers and brought tears to my eyes and all I could say was; no comment:
A wrong kinda love by Angie_emau
Daddy why can’t we tell mom about all of our games
Would she not like to play, it’s just not quite the same?
Why do we have to whisper at night?
When you come in to cuddle and hold me so tight?
Why is it wrong to wear panties to bed?
I took then off daddy, just like you said.
Daddy don’t hold me so tight I can hardly breathe
It is hurting me now; and why do I bleed?
I don’t want to cry but you’re hurting me now
In the pit of my stomach, it feels wrong some how.
You tell me I’m a good girl but some how It feels wrong
You say I am special, and it won’t be too long.
Till I am big enough to make you feel good
I thought I did that now, I would if I could.
Both Jenny and Linda have both moved away.
They don’t come to visit as much as they say.
I don’t want to upset you, what did I do.
I'm only 7, should I be doing that to you?
Mom has gone now, I miss her as well
Don’t worry dad, you said not to tell.
Rabab
When reading something like this makes you feel uncomfortable, it means that the writing has had its effect (whether positive or negative).
I found it very disturbing and painful to read that poem in addition to your story.
Nevertheless, this is one of the most important issues that should be brought to light and talked about openly, regardless of the pain it causes.
Yes Jewaira
As sad and degusting as it is, I think it’s an eye opener especially for the mother not to ever trust her kid with anyone, no matter how close. That's why I think i'm going to leave the post open for a while.
Brachypelma
It’s not only wrong dear, it’s torture. and I posted it because I care.
And BTW, what happened to your blog?
Brachypelma
Sorry hon, I guess it was my fault, I misunderstood your message, I should’ve gotten used to your style by now :) , and I do know how much you care.
DJ
I honestly cried after reading Kate’s story, as shocking as it was, I have to thank you for sharing it with us and exposing it to the public, what a tragedy, god bless her soul.
Rabab,
I was absolutely horrified when I read your post. Its very sad that these things happen and it stays with the victims for the rest of their lives. I personally know a 7 year old boy that was raped by his own uncle in the diwaniya during evening prayer when everybody would be at the mosque. Today this boy has grown into a 35 year old man that is angry hot tempered and violent. It only took a couple of hours of intimate conversation regarding his violent behavior to see this grown man break down into tears like a little baby and tell me this story. He never even told his own parents! and he stills sees the uncle in family gatherings! appalling indeed.
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Thanks for dropping by and sharing your story Luminous, I really appreciate it. The affect of such a behavior is horrific indeed and no matter how old a person gets, this is one thing that could not easily be coped with, especially when it relates to a family member that you’d bound to meet all throughout the years. And keeping such a secret to oneself is a huge burden, knowing that reveling it would only cause disastrous implications.
One of the projects I was assigned to when I was working (not anymore) was to distribute the workforce between the departments. So what we basically did was to gather the un-needed employees from one department and transfer them to another department where their expertise was needed. There was one case that puzzled me; we have transferred this guy (around the age of 25) to at least four departments and he’d stay for a short period of time then his name would soon appear on the unwanted list. I thought I would personally meet this person to know what his problem was. He turned out to be a gay and that explained it. Well that’s not the point here, but his story shocked me. He said that when he was a little boy he had the nice features of a girl; a good excuse for his cousin’s abuse and blackmailing. He said that now he’d gotten used to it and that he has no emotions whatsoever toward the opposite sex. I’m not sure if this was a natural tendency in him, but I’m sure that what he went through his childhood have left a carved impression on his behavior. And as he put it:” that’s the only kind of love I know, I can’t free myself”, he tried to convince me that he was happy with it, but I could tell that deep inside he was suffering.
Obviously you are hurt Antania, and rolling in the musk is not the best way of getting clean, so if you have a story to share that would be really appreciated.
welcome aboard
rabab you must be online am trying to contact you but your email don;t show or somthing. for some reason want to talk to you today.
My e-mail is listed dear and I tried to e-mail u but no luck, anyway e-mail me on rabab.khaja@gmail.com and I’ll send you my SMS address
Hey sweetie
I though you’d like this post, I mean posting about this tragedy knowing how sensitive and caring you are. Glad you found time to check my blog.
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