Stories

My name is Kiran.

I am the youngest of four children with three older brothers. I went to school until I reached puberty. Soon after my neighbor invited me to a party. I was so excited but knew my brothers would not approve so I snuck out without telling anyone. I was at the party a while and wanted to go home. My neighbor told me not to worry, that my brothers knew her and trusted her and I wouldn’t get in trouble. She gave me a mango drink and the next thing I knew I awoke in a strange place. I was with many other girls and most of them didn’t speak my language. My first night there I shared a room with another girl who told me I would be forced into prostitution. I wanted to run away but the girl told me I would not be able to and I was forced to take customers the next day.

 

My name is Gaiya

Gaiya, at 12 years old, is one of the youngest girls to come to Rahab’s Rope aftercare home. Gaiya’s father had been abusive in every way, her mother ran away and tried to take her, but it was impossible. From the time her mother left, her father would not let her go to school. At the age of 12 she has suffered things we can’t imagine. One of her hands and the side of her face has been melted with burning coals; she has cigarette burns, knife and scissor cuts all over her arms. Her mother and grandmother tried to rescue her but feared what the father would do to them all. The grandmother heard about Rahab’s Rope from one of our field workers. One day when the father was not at home Gaiya’s grandmother quickly went in and took her. She brought her to our field worker and asked us to take her, not knowing where she would go, but trusting that her granddaughter would be safe. It took several months for Gaiya to trust and smile and begin feeling like a young girl again, or maybe for the first time. We were able to enter Gaiya into a Christian children’s home and re-enter school. Today she is a happy young girl enjoying school and her friends.

 

My Name is Sapna.

Like any young preteen girl, I thought I was in love. Unknowingly my brother had other plans and forced me to marry an older man against my will. After I was married, I ran away from my husband as he was very abusive. I met a man from my home village and told him what had happened. He said he would help me and took me to Mumbai. Once in Mumbai he sold me to another man. I am not sure how young I was when this happened, I am now in my late 20’s. I have had 4 abortions, I have cuts and burns on my body where I have tried to hurt myself. I now have 2 children a girl and a boy. I want my daughter to have a different life than me so I have let her go to live in a children’s home. I miss her but know she is safe.

 

My name is Leela.

As I sat in an aftercare home, talked and prayed with a heart broken mother, Leela, she began to cry. Leela has not seen her daughter since she was two years old, her daughter is now thirteen. When Leela was seven months pregnant her husband left her. Leela had a bad job in a garment factory and didn’t make enough to support herself and her baby. Someone offered her a job in Mumbai making lots of money. In desperation, Leela accepted the job offer and left her baby with her mother. The job offer was fake and she found herself trapped into forced prostitution. Leela was rescued and brought to one of our partner aftercare homes where we have been praying for her and counseling her. She has been making one of our most popular bracelets and saving her money in hopes to go home. The organization she is with has contacted her family and she is going home. What a wonderful celebration it will be when she is reunited with her mother and her daughter after eleven years.

 

My name is Renuka.

A few years ago, both my parents tragically died. I went to live with my grandparents but it is customary for my uncle to have financial responsibility for me. My uncle’s wife was not happy with this and tried many times for the police to take me. Eventually, she got a man to take me. I don’t know if she sold me or just gave me away. I think I was 12 years old. When I was about 14 the police rescued me from being trafficked. I could not tell them where I was from and it took about a year to discover my home place. From that point the police expect a non-profit to step in and take care of the expense and physical transportation of getting me home. Thanks to Rahab’s Rope I am now on my way to my home town. I want to live with my grandparents but the case is not finished to determine my safety.

 

My name is Geetha.

Geetha was about 10 years old when her father died and a few years later her mother passed away. Geetha had no siblings and was living by herself with the help of neighbors and picking up odd jobs cleaning houses. She was struggling to make enough money to survive and someone introduced her to a man that promised her a good job. She believed him but was taken and sold to a brothel. After a few years she was rescued along with her baby boy. Rahab’s Rope worked with Geetha for a couple of years and was able to get her enrolled in a community college. During this time, she became a believer and was baptized. She graduated from college and now has a job at a local school assisting children. She and her son are very happy and doing well.

 

My name is Mary.

Mary was trafficked when she was about 11 years old and was not able to leave the red-light area until she was in her mid-twenties. Someone told her about the center of Rahab’s Rope and she began to come. As Mary tried various skill trainings at the center her confidence began to grow along with her love for the Lord. Rahab’s Rope was able to get Mary a job at a grocery store where over the next few years we were able to watch her get several promotions at the store. Mary is very happy with her job and is able to provide for herself and her daughter. Mary is very proud that she is able to keep her daughter in school.