How can you go back after what I’ve seen?
I can’t move on and pretend like it didn’t happen or doesn’t exist.
I don’t want to chase my own comfort and pleasure; dull myself to sleep by cheap entertainment.
Ignorance is not bliss.
I saw them, I saw her, someone’s beloved daughter, with my own eyes. Girls who have been kidnapped and taken from their families, their lives, their freedom to be used as objects to fulfill the lustful pleasures of men.
Even after spending a day basking in paradise, I can’t sleep. I’m haunted by the reality of the darkness that is taking place only a few miles from where I lay.
I can’t even imagine the horrors that they have encountered and continue to live on a day to day basis. The depths of despair, the torment and anguish. The desperation for anything, any substance, to take away the pain.
Father, hear the cries of the oppressed, of your daughters crying out in the darkness.
Will you join me in prayer?
