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Tiny Story: The Shapes in the Wall

They tried to become a part of the wall while, once again, their father hit their mother over and over again.

The next morning, they washed off her blood from the floor and went on with their lives as usual.

-A true story


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18 thoughts on “Tiny Story: The Shapes in the Wall

    1. Unfortunately. It is also true. A child came to live with us for some time. She told us how her father used to beat his step-mother until she bled. She wouldn’t even talk about how he treated the kids. All I know is that any raised voice used to make her shake and go mute. Imagine having to grow up under such a man. But child help initiatives are very lax in India. So, we couldn’t help her get away.

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      1. Thanks. Not me. I had a very happy childhood. The words were from a child who living with us for a year until her father took her back. I hope he treats her better now but child laws in India are too slack for us to do anything for her, if he doesn’t.

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      2. Well, I’m glad you didn’t go through that, but it must have been heartbreaking to care for a child and then send her back into that life. Do you thin attitudes towards child abuse are changing in India? The news we get about it here suggests that people are speaking out more, and listened to more.

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      3. It is changed a lot for the Middle class people. But still the same in low income families… too many children, not enough time. The Government is run by people who have never seen voilence, so violent are free to do what they want.

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      4. It’s optimistic though, an important change, and the more people speak out and *know* that it is wrong, the more change can happen. And you are moving in the right direction, in the UK we are going backwards. We got so far but attitudes now are so full of hate I think we’re losing all our compassion. It frightens me how fast we have changed and taken a sinister path.

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      5. The child lived at my home as a student of Arabic language but we tried to shelter her and give her love. But we never assumed we could keep her forever. At some point, she would have returned. But we wanted it to delay it as far as possible.

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      6. Just showing her that love must have been a light in her life. In a sorry childhood, it’s any kindness that can give you hope.

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