A Big Healing Moment for Me
The man who violated me was a trusted figure in my extended family. For years, I carried the weight of what he did—alone—while he lived without consequence.
Recently, I reached out to my sisters in Pakistan for support. Under Pakistani law, I can’t sue him directly, but I still hoped for a path to accountability by brining awareness of this issue.
What happened next stunned me.
With the help of one of my sisters—and even with the support of the abuser’s own son—his entire extended family stepped forward. About ten people, including his children, nieces, and nephew, reached out to say:
“What happened to you was wrong. We believe you. And we will help hold him accountable.”
I never expected this. I never imagined that the very people connected to him would become my allies.
This moment deserves to be named. Something is shifting.
Silence is breaking.
Recently, I reached out to my sisters in Pakistan for support. Under Pakistani law, I can’t sue him directly, but I still hoped for a path to accountability by brining awareness of this issue.
What happened next stunned me.
With the help of one of my sisters—and even with the support of the abuser’s own son—his entire extended family stepped forward. About ten people, including his children, nieces, and nephew, reached out to say:
“What happened to you was wrong. We believe you. And we will help hold him accountable.”
I never expected this. I never imagined that the very people connected to him would become my allies.
This moment deserves to be named. Something is shifting.
Silence is breaking.
