I was not sure if I should talk about this in public. I have saved this feeling in my heart for so many years, I remembered one day my mother and I were arguing about a boy I wanted to go out with. My mother was so afraid and started crying out of nowhere. At this point she told me “she was raped when she was 14 years old by her own brother.” She said she wanted me to be safe always and she was scared because she didn’t want anything happening to me. I am 25 years old now and I can not believe the courage my mother has to go on, she was able to block this and continue with her life but everyday I pray for her. Everyday I ask God to make her wounds heal I know it’s not easy for her, and when I see her day dreaming I just wonder if she’s thinking about her pain. The pain that she kept inside for so long. I just can not stand the injustice in this world. We as women go through so much and we can not stay quiet. We have to fight back with courage and faith.