Scars of War
Ever since I was little I lived in war. I don’t know what it means to live in peace. When I was 11 years old, I was raped by a member of an armed group. I was on my way to school when I found the school was closed for the day. So I had to walk back to my house alone. When I was almost home a few men came to me. They started harassing me, until finally, one of them rapes me. That was the day that everything changed. I will never forget any smell, sound and feeling of that moment. Everything replays in my brain every time I close my eyes. I spend days with out sleeping.
Then, when I was 13, like life was not hard enough by now, I got raped but multiple man. This time I end up pregnant. My body and soul are full of prints and scars that remind me every day what I had to live through during the conflict. These are some of my scars.
Photos by Casper te Riele
