The Woman With No Name

Hi, guys! I'm Laila. My world is very different from your one. I did not pass the tests for survival, that are done on becoming adult, so I was sold to a Pakistani man as his first sex slave - by the law he could use me for anything. As my master, he can do it anytime. Oh, if only you knew, how DEARLY I want to live! I, once, was a different Laila like any other young girl living around you, who has dreams and hopes. But she died and vanished. I never saw her again, but she lives with me still. Inside me. I feel. My desire to be close to her, and our friendship, was too pure for others to bear. Her death nearly kills me. But she tells me it's okay, because they didn’t take all of her away. Some of her stayed. Within me. And she’s everywhere I go. I see her kind eyes in the eyes of the animals that are at ease around me, and some of the people too. Not many. Animals are better than most people as she said. But some. I miss her terribly, but I hold her close. WHAT?! I can hear you telling, "what a sorry, pitiful fate for a cheery young girl"?! Pshaw! Dare to pity me once more, and I'll call you a weakling - and add some other nasty words on top of that! I am not some stupid pitiful