This article is generally about a mother, whose life totally changed after her daughter went missing. Looking for her became a quest to help the victims of forced prostitution, and also highlighted to the world how serious such a problem was, and that something had to be done to stop it. It also demonstrates how strong the love the mother has for her daughter and that women are not to be underestimated.
The first emotion that came to me when I was reading this article was of anger. This is already the twenty first century, modernised and advanced, yet such stuff are still happening around the world. Believe me, forced prostitution is present in many places, however safe they may look like. Being a female, I find forced prostitution a violation of basic humanitarian rights, especially when it is for the pleasure of men. I felt grossed out by the fact that they are used to earn money.
In a world where there used to be biasness between the two sexes, men are generally considered the strong ones. But in my opinion, the ones who are really strong are the surviving victims of forced prostitution. Usually, the activities of forced prostitution will leave the victim with trauma, depression and such. But those who are strong will continue to live their lives as normally as possible when they managed to escape from that terrible fate.
I also felt a sense of relief, and of how fortunate I am. Having lived in Singapore my whole life, everyday is typically safe and peaceful, thanks to the law enforcers. Basically, there is security, and forced prostitution is generally rare.
I felt a deep respect for Susana, though she's just a mother looking for her daughter, she had gone out of her line of safety and comfort to help girls who are forced into prostution. What she done would certainly earn a lot of respect and gratitude, especially from those she had helped and from women all around the world. She could even be placed side by side Nelson Mandela!
Written by Kah Mun (17) 3H
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