Never forget the mothers, daughters, wives and sisters of 1984


I was a mother.
I watched them cut my child’s hair before they cut his throat.

I was a sister.
I watched them beat up and arrest my brothers. They never returned.

I was a wife.
I watched them torture my husband to death.

I was a daughter.
I cried as they tied up my father, poured kerosene on him and set him alight.

I was beaten. I was raped. I was tortured.
Everything I had was taken from me. I watch my oppressors walk freely every day.
I have nothing. I live in poverty, in neglect. I’m alone, I’m afraid.
No one hears me, no one listens. I want answers. I want freedom