The life of a prostitute is a living hell. In a small room, tainted by her customers, a part of her soul dies every day as she breathes the sinful air. All she desires is to see the world outside, but those walls don’t let her.
In a brothel, not only a body of a woman but her life is squandered.
A photojournalist, GMB Akash, captures the most real, inspiring stories of people. His recent story is about a prostitute, Afsana, who has no idea about how she reached the brothel. Being unaware about her family, loneliness suffocates her.
But someday, she wishes to find someone who knows her.
Read her story below, and it will leave you with teary eyes.
It’s been a long time I want to go to a very green field. I have never been in any green field. But I really want to go. I have a disease, I cannot breathe behind a closed door. I also cry while I laugh, I can’t control. It’s causing a lot of trouble to our mother. Our mother is our madam. I assured her I will be okay very soon, I will only laugh, will never cry.
How I came to this brothel, I have no idea; I was too small to remember anything. But my only problem is, it’s very difficult to breathe here. Also I have no memory of any person; I do not see any face when I close my eyes, I feel all alone. Girls used to say they have no one too. But I tell myself, I must have someone, somewhere, may be a mother, a father or a lost family. I never had anyone to remember. So I try hard to remember a face, just any face, and there comes no one.
My friend, Prinyanka usually wipes off my tears very quickly before I ruin my makeup. She always reminds me, makeup is costly than my tears. She told me that one day we will go to a green field, she will take me there and I will breathe as much as I can. Only I hope, on that day I will be able to see someone when I will close my eyes. At least once in my life, I want to feel that I am not alone.
– Afsana
