"My father forced me to get married"- Saima

I was born as a twin with my little sister who passed away in 19 days. When I was younger, I was fond of playing with dolls however, my father considered it a disgrace. He would  beat me saying ‘Log Kya Kahenge?’ (what would people say?). My presence would make him distraught and frantic. The denial was such that one fine day, he forced me to get married ignoring the fact, who I was. Though deep down he knew that his argument is senseless, yet I tried to make him understand that my gender doesn’t allow me to marry. My brothers were ashamed of my existence and  did not support me at all.  Young and aware of myself, I decided to run away. I’ve come here from Faisalabad to earn not only for myself but also for my mother and my sisters who held my hand when the men in my family wanted to end my life. I believe I’m an independent human being who’s capable of earning a living for myself. Now, my only dream is to earn enough to marry off my little sister and take my mother on Hajj/Umrah.

(Actcept requests well privileged fellow brothers and sisters to contribute to fulfills Saima’s dream)

"I was six when I ran away from my home" -Sana

When asked whether she loves Karachi or her hometown, Rawalpindi, Sana replied:

“Of course KARACHI! I love the people here. They are supportive, accepting and generous. I was six years old when I ran away from my home and started living with my own community. Soon after, we shifted to Karachi because of lack of means to make livelihood in Rawalpindi. There, I was ridiculed by my own family and people, for being different. Here however, most people do not think I’m unusual and this feeling delights me.

I could never imagine wearing these costly suits or having a ‘Mc. Donalds’ burger, which passer-by often gift me.

Some women who pass by this road regularly, now know me well. They often gift me makeup and accessories. Oh and you might wonder why we apply so much makeup? We do it because people here love beautiful faces and beautiful faces make you earn. *Naughty smile*

My dream is to be a model like Rimal or an anchorperson like Marvia, I believe I have that thing in me. They say stop dreaming, I reply why should I? dreams may turn into reality specially with the help of people like you. These lines from Mirza Ghalib’s poetry define my dreams.

“Hazaaron khuwaishein aisi k har khuwaish pe dam nikle,
  Bahut nikle mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle”

 

"My father used to tell people that he has 3 children even though we are 4 or what I call sarrhay teen (three and a half)." Aarzoo

When I was young, I loved to dance and play with my hair. I had beautiful long hair which I flaunted at functions and parties and in front of my friends. I used to love two things in my life the most-my friends and my hair, both of which were taken away by my father. He chopped off my hair and restricted me from going out. I begged and cried but he did not listen, maybe this was a punishment for being who I was. I was heartbroken, my father did not let me live inside the house neither did he allow me to go outside. He used to tell people that he has 3 children even though we are 4 or what I call sarrhay teen (three and a half). I was 11 when my life took a turn and I decided to join the people to whom I really belonged and who accepted my existence. With my people, I traveled to Kashmir where I laughed, danced and lived. This was the first time when I felt happy, fearless and free.

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