Welcome to Tania's Little Secret...

Guys, sorry that I need to share this story with all of you. Some part of it might be quite intimidating and provocative to some of us but I wouldn't hide it because it happens around us. I believe it is everywhere. Though disgusting for some of you, I believe it's worth a share. Why would I want to share something that is hurtful if there's no reason behind it. This is something I would say an advice for women from a woman who wish to cultivate a better generation of women and even men. Come on! Everything about women is directly or indirectly related to men. You read the story and you judge it yourself. I hope we can rebuild respect for women from the tiniest step, sharing a story of someone who made a permanent life mistake just because she was temporary angry, frustrated and upset during her teen time and now she is stuck with this kind of life almost permanently. I believe in teaching and nurturing from early age. Every woman was once a girl and every girl will one day be a woman. I've been a girl and now I'm a woman, deep within I think it is important for me to help young girls through their challenging time. As our world change through the century, people's lives change too. The high lifestyle demand and every social calling is a pressure to meet up with.

 

Welcome to Tania's life. Tania is a bright cute girls during her childhood, I guessed it from some photos that she showed me. She's always cheerful, smiling and happy. Just like the phrase "Little girl is made of sugar, spice and everything nice." However, things change during her teen time when her needs are different. She needs someone to talk to. She needs more attention and she didn't get what she wanted. So her inner-self started to rebel and she grew up a little faster that her peers. At the age of fourteen she had the enthusiast for boys , the opposite sex and she wished she had the chance to talk more about it with her mom but she didn't get that chance. Tania's mom was working full time and her work involved a lot of outstation travelling then. Her father was fully based in another state which only managed to come home every other month for few days. She was always surrounded by two younger siblings and her maternal grandma who were always too busy entertaining her Mahjong pals. She did not have anyone that she could really turn to or talk to at home and this has shifted her trust and interest to friends instead of family.

 

However Tania does not like to befriend her peers, she chose to find friends who are much older because she thought they will make her seemed cool in the eyes of other kids. When she was fourteen, the friend she had were aged around nineteen to twenty five. That was according to what she told me. She felt on top of the world when she was surrounded by them. They told her many things that got her into excitement. She trusted them so much that each time they told her it was fine to try something, she would not hesitate to try. Trying things for her mean up to the extreme. First started with few sips of booze. From few sip she upgraded to glasses and so forth. She confessed she love the tipsy light headed feeling and the silly head spinning. Drunk is the word! Under heavy alcohol influence, she laughed a lot and not really sure of what happened around her. She wasn't sure how was her first time happened. It was only realized by her the next morning when she woke up feeling really sore in her intimate area with some blood show on her underwear. She even felt ache on several part of her body. When she go for a thorough checked in front of the mirror was when she saw at least ten bruises on her legs, arms and tummy area with few nails scratches on her neck. She was really scared and trembling hard. She tried to refresh her memory but not much was there for her to remember. All that she could remember was she hanged out with four guys that night. Her so-called friends, she drink with them and the last thing in her head for the night before was Stan who sent her home.

She sat at the edge of her cute comfy bed.. Paused and didn't realized that tears ran down her cheeks. She finally knew what happened last night. She try to deny it but she can't. She had all the hard evidence that she was molested and raped with some flavour of violence!! She was really scared but didn't know what to do. She will never tell that to her parents or her grandma. She thought of asking those guys she hanged up with but she was too scared too. She locked up in the room the whole day and escaped school telling her grandma she was not feeling well as Mom was away for work that week. Again, her grandma will never ask further because she was too busy with her own agenda. Tania was depressed. Although she was a little wild then she confessed that she do want her first time to be special and memorable. Not this way. Uncertain and painful. It's humiliating too. She cried so hard because she was thinking were those guys laughing at her when it happened? Did all of them responsible for the ordeal? Is she safe? Were they clean or free from and sexual diseases? All those questions knocked on her head non stop. She was there left to wonder how to move on. We are talking about a fourteen years old girl here. She was still too fragile and naïve at that age.

Few days after the incident, on the way back from school as she walked, her nightmare appeared. It was Stan there approaching her. She felt her face flushed red as her eyes caught his! She was ashamed and humiliated to face that guy in front of her. Her body hurt and her heart squeezing hard like it's going to forced to stop beating. Stan came straight to her asking how is she. Her silence did not stopped him from keep talking. He goes on and on talking about those few days activities. To her own shock, Tania was surprised to feel comfort and calm hearing Stan non stop bubbling! She started to smile and talked back to him. She forgot what she supposed to ask him! What happened that night!! She didn't asked a word instead she accepted to hang up with him again that night.

 

I am not here to judge or defame her. I am here to tell her story with her permission. Something I believe should be share with all our girls. Mothers everywhere and fathers too, please spend more time with your children. Be their school, their best buddy, their most trusted person, their comfort zone and all that they need. That time Stan was a 22 years old cool guy who was gaining the trust of a 14 years old girl. Being good looking and fashionable in that era does give lots of advantage to him.

So the stories goes on for Tania that she neither scared nor shy away from sexual intercourse anymore from that moment. She was almost addicted to sex and she went adventurous, daring and rough too because she found joy and excitement in it. Being with older guys mean they do take precaution so she admitted as daring as they were, they make sure it will always be safe sex. It is kind of frighten me when I think and imagine all that she mentioned. There are some details a little extreme to be share here. From her facial expression as she talk to me, I do not think that she regretted any of those. She is happy and seems quite proud to tell me that the most she handled was four guys at once. I do not want to think or even imagine it. I felt goose bumps all over my arms when she smiled saying that. Four at once!! Really??

Why I'm sharing Tania story is because I want all of us to view into the life of some people when at some point of life especially younger time, there might be a mistake they did which will later on stuck with them all their life. Some people regretted and try to change to be better but some will live on with it forever. As for Tania, she is not regretting any of it. She confessed that she really found happiness in what she's doing. She have extreme desire for sex and she laughed that she can't remember how many sex partner she had. I'm feeling deeply sorry for someone. He is Tania's husband! Yes she is 37 now, married with kids.. And truly painful to say that she has not stop what she is doing and there is no sign of slowing down yet. I mean her extraordinary desires for sex. She definitely can't stick to one man.

As usual I will tell people, "Follow your heart, do what make you happy. Let people say what they want to say as long as you know you're right. People will never stop talking bad about others because for some, putting others down make them feel better for themselves." But in Tania's situation, I do pray that she will change to be a better person. I'm not saying she's bad but what she is living is not good. She is a beautiful woman however, things she did decreased her value. I still strongly believe why she chose to befriend older people during her teen is because she can't wait to grow up. She thought grown up will make her independent like her friends and no one will tell her what to do. And why she have more male friends, because she missed a father figure. She was missing father's love and she felt loved being with those guys. I wish only for her well being and one day may she found what really makes her happy. I am not sure what she did now gives her pure happiness. It might have stuck as her habit but how does that give her joy.

When You Think of Call it Quit, Think Again...

Took a walk on one foggy night. The night was chill, blurry and it was so tranquil that you can hear only the tiny bugs making their sounds. The dark of the night seems to soothe the misery deep inside. Light seems really far away, it is dimming slowly. The fog are thick all over! You could see your hard breath pushing steam to the air. The vision is blurred and it felt so much similar to what is inside your head. In your head everything is blurry, unclear and in a big mess too. You goes on wondering what or where has went wrong.. Wishing so much you could find where does all the mess begin and put everything to an end but it is truly impossible. How do you end something when you don't even know where does it begin. At the sharp bark of a dog you're awaken from your faraway thought. This is when all your decades of life come flashing in front of your eyes like projector playing a video presentation. Your sweet childhood, where all the laughter are and silly play make you really happy. Your energetic teenage years when you begin exploring more about this world and your seemingly comfortable early adulthood until now, the boiling point of life. You had a good life but where has thing messed up? You wish someone is there to point it out to you what have you done wrong to deserve what you're living now.

When everything seems so wrong that nothing is right anymore. When you ended up fall so hard after all those humiliating stumbles. When the day only threw the harshest coldness and blazing flames to your face. Each time is worse than the previous ones. You have nowhere or no one to turn to when you needed them the most. When everyone you know has raises their invincible walls against you. When your voice are no longer heard and your presence seems spooky as a nightmare to people who used to be around you. All that you could do is crying silently in a grossly pain because even the tears has dries up from your eyes. I bet what you feel is everything good in this world has gone, leaving you alone behind to crawl till you break. The agony pushing you so hard that the deep darkness is all you're hoping for when your day will finally end and your weaken heart quit beating. The best of your determination has now turn to the worst of desperation. The angel and demon inside of you are trying so hard to convince you to listen to either of them. Each one is giving you the thought to overpower the other. Now is your decision at the most desperate time to decide who you're going to listen to. Your final decision will either make you or break you. If it doesn't kill you, it will definitely making you much stronger.

If you think you're one of those who face the worst out of life, think again. There's always someone facing situation worst than yours somewhere out there. To all the damned, the lost and the forgotten. Here I am pleading you not to lose the spark of hope inside of you. Never try to force the light of life inside of you to end prematurely, there is the most powerful heavenly force up there. When our time come, there is no way we could escape it but when it is not yet the time, we will keep living no matter how is the situation. He is there to judge and decide for us.

When there's worries inside of us, as a typical human being we will start using our immense power of thinking negatively. Our imagination went negative, our thinking and eventually our life went negative too because each second pass, you're drawing the negative energy closer to you instead of pushing it away. I know it's easier say than do but most of those successful people are able to put their desperation into opportunity and they make it excited. You know why, because when you're excited you are drawing positivity near you and you'll look at problem in a different way. Try to take the worries away then you can think properly. Wasting all the time sitting down thinking about your worries isn't going to take you further. It will make things worse because the longer you sit, the longer you delay on things. The longer you delay, the more you're accumulating problem. Come on! You have the whole world waiting for you to explore and make the best out of it. Get up and face it. Without you knowing, you might stand up higher and firmer now than ever before. Be the change that you wish to see in this world.





 

A True Love Story Lives On...

It was as merry and noisy as usual here this morning. Everyone is occupied with 

something. Some walking by, chatting, laughing, having their breakfast while some 

preparing food as ordered and some humble happy guys around too are busy 

serving drinks. I sat there alone looking around observing people around me. I'm 

glad to see those happy faces but still I'm guessing what is in everyone's mind. I'm 

trying to understand people but can never get it all right as we are now living in a 

world full of disguise and everyone have to be cameleon at certain time. Just look 

at why artificial lemon flavor is use for welcoming drinks while real lemon uses in 

fingers bowl. I am not usual with love story but this time it is so happen to be a
love story which I would love to share.

 

Typical meal time in Asia food court

Tapping on my tab suddenly someone passing by caught my attention. A young 

Chinese boy. Fairly enough to say he is around 18 years old. Ok, don't divert your 

mind. Yes, he caught my attention but it is not an attraction. He was holding a toddler 

seems to be age slightly few months more than 1 year old. The way he treated the 

baby boy so lovingly delivered me few thoughts. Could be his nephew, his friend's 

son or perhaps his own son but that would be another almost child having child case 

because he does look young to be a father. I even thought if he's really the father of 

that toddler, does he know what is he doing or how ready he is to be a father at that 

young age himself. (NOTE: Just a little sharing about us. Here in Malaysia we are diverse in 

many ways. There are many races and religions practice here. The majority races are Malay,

Chinese and Indian. Then there are the Iban, Bidayuh, Orang Ulu, Kadazan, Bajau, Serani, 

Baba & Nyonya and many more. Malaysia are consist of Peninsular Malaysia, Sabah and 

Sarawak. The people who lives in the Peninsular Malaysia and Borneo part of Malaysia are 

quite different too. Do not get it wrong when I said he is a Chinese boy. He is not from China, 

he is Chinese Malaysian. We still call ourselves as Chinese, Indian, Malay, Iban and more, 

it's not an offense for us.)

 

He walked towards me slowly. Actually it was towards one food stall which is 

right behind me. Heard him ordering quite a lot of take away food. He have this 

innocent, humble, nice face and careless grooming type of guy. As his eyes

 caught mine, he smiled. Oh! I just smiled back. He stood there carrying a baby 

with already 2 boxes of takeaway food from the other stall. In my quest to strike a 

conversation with him, I just said to him "Hello, you can sit here if you want. 

I'm alone. It's ok. Your baby seems a little tired." I pointed at the seat opposite

mine. He smile and say thanks a lot. He didn't reject my offer. He sat down just 

there. I know we only have a short time to talk and by the way I don't know if he

would even want to talk about anything.

 

Looking at the cheerful baby with clear eyes so I started to ask if it is his son. 

Well, yes he said. I can't stop this questioning time. I know he will walk away

 if I did eventually annoys him. And I quickly asked how old is he himself. 

He does not think twice and  answered spontaneously. He said "I'm 19 and 

my son is 18 months now." Wow! My calculation went really fast in my 

mind. 18 months plus 9 months of pregnancy make it a total of 27 months. 

That's equivalent to 2 years and 3 months. Minus his own 19 years of age. 

You count it, how old was he when he started to be a father. Because of his 

nice face and manner, I told myself I have to hear his story if he's willing to

 tell me more. The next question in my head was how young is his wife if he's

 just 19! So I have to ask. I just ask if his wife is around. The answer to this 

question was the answer that really make me keen to write and share this story 

with all of you. Guess what he said? He smiled upon hearing my question, 

probably the most sincere smile since we start talking over that table and his eyes

 shines. You know why, because it is the year 2013 now. True love stories has 

been rare since decades ago! As years goes by and decade changing, our priority 

and needs has change too. As much as we deny things why are we crying over 

love movies? Why do we wish we could love or feel love like those stories in 

books or in the movies. 

 



"No, she is not here now. I met her a while ago at her house, just taking my 

boy out as our routine time spending together. She's so beautiful. She is the 

one I really love but she is never yet my wife. One day I will be better and 

good enough to ask her father for her hand. I hope she don't have to wait 

for too long for that day to come, for I want to live longer to love and care 

for her than to keep her waiting any longer. Everyday is wasted for us to live 

apart.." He paused for few second then he continue.. A little change now from 

his sparkling eyes when he talked about the girl he love. "But I have to take 

my time for I promise her family that I will never let her suffer. I will come 

for her when I can take care of her. I dare not to promise the best for her 

but I want to give her comfort, care, love, loyalty and protections." I think 

I must have dropped my jaw there. I thought he was just a boy who have to 

take responsibilities from his mistake but this is not. This is far beyond that. 

They are very sure their baby is from love, not from lust or wild desire.

 

 

 

I know his food is coming now and we are running out of time. I just 

realized that I didn't even ask his name. He said he is Kong. I braven up to 

asked if I can chat more with him and I would love if his wife can join us the 

next time. I know she is not yet his wife officially but to them in their heart, 

they has been husband and wife long ago. To my surprise he said yes. He

 even pass me his number so that I can call him up. I'm glad he is nice but I 

will never know what he think about me in his head or what is his description 

about me if he would tell this to someone. Maybe that weird busy body lady 

but when he left, he said "Bye.. I will see you soon with my love , Ying" 

I told him I can't wait. At least now I have names. The love story of 

Kong and Ying. We will never know what might happen tomorrow for we 

are still living today, live it and love like there is no tomorrow. There are so 

many people out there who missed the chance to say "I love you or I really

care for you" to the one they really love just to find out they are too late 

where that person is forever gone and what they shared is now memories. 

I will share more of their story soon.

There is nothing as Illuminating as Hope..

It's not just about you or about me. It's about all the people like us. Look at what life can 

teaches us. Despite the good and the bad, the up and the down stream where we are 

sometimes force to or willingly crawl through it. What does it bring forth for us? Obstacles 

come to damn us but great determination can flew us over it. Chant prayers and gathered 

solid faith with sincere hope, you surely can make it. Whatever that don't kill you will only 

make you stronger. To all the damn, the lost & the forgotten, never you force to blow your 

candle before the time. Keep in mind that it will slowly dimmed itself when the time comes 

thus finally burnt off but as long as it's still burning, it just there showing you that the light 

of life is still with you to guide you through the harshest freeze or blaze that life season could

throw to your face.

There's a story about four candles that I would like to share here. It's a short story but every

part of it are related to our life in many ways. The story goes like this:

 

 

 

The Four Candles burned slowly.

The ambiance was so soft and gravely silence filling the room that you could clearly hear the candles speak to themselves

The first candle said, "I am Peace, but these days nobody wants to keep me lit."

Then Peace's flame slowly diminished and went out completely.

The second candle said, "I am Faith but these days I am no longer indispensable."

Then Faith's flame slowly diminished and also went out completely

Sadly, the third candle spoke, "I am Love and I too haven't the strength to stay lit any longer
People put me aside and do not understand my importance. 

They even forget to love those who are nearest to them."

Then waiting no longer, Love's flame went out completely too.

Suddenly....

A child entered the room and saw the three candles no longer burning.

The child began to cry,

"Why are you not burning? You are supposed to stay lit until the end."

Then the fourth candle spoke gently to the child,

"Don't be afraid for I am Hope and while I still burn, we can re-light the other candles."

Never let the Flame of Hope go out from you.

With Hope in your life, no matter how bad things may be, Peace, Faith and Love may shine

brightly once again..

 

 

 

Dare to be a dreamer but make sure you work to achieve it. Everyone can be a dreamer but 

some only dreams and never have the will to reach the dream. Don't let your dreams fade 

away without you even try to achieve it. Do not let them diminish. You know best what you 

want to be. Take your time to know who you really are, what you really want to be and key 

word, your happiness. We always give our best when we are happy with what we are doing. 

Some dreams seems to be impossible but the power of will can take you there. Again!!!!

Do not let your Hope gone. Without hope everything is nothing.

 

 

Does Pure Happiness Matters to You?

This is just another way of life that I notice. We are looking into two different group  of people. Sometimes I wonder why does the people who have it all can't be thankful  for what they have but they always want more while people who have very little,  they count their blessings everyday. I guess it's just a basic of human, our self-  satisfaction. In a good way, it's great because that is how our life improve daily. We keep thinking of how to make things better and get more out of it. The best  example is technology. It is reinvented every single day. If you can afford it, you can buy the best thing you wish for.

But in another view, there is something very important that we have been neglecting more and more. The real life. I have been to many places and into many home. A  place we called home is a place where we want to spend most of our time at. They  said home is where the love is and if someone ever tell you that they feel home  when they look at you, it tells you that you mean everything to him or her. Talking about home, I have been invited for dinners in many type of home. Each home and dinner told me stories. Though some might be similar but it will never be the same.

Let me ask this, how many times you've been into a house that wow you? I mean  everything from the main gate to the back door. Every single detail, decorations,  piece or arts, colors and everything are from the best money could ever buy. I had  seen this many times. Everything are imported even the ash tray. That's cool and so impressive but what about the people who lives inside? Duh! You don't have to think  much, you know they are certainly rich, living a good life and they are happy. Wait a minute... Happy? Do you think they are really happy? Think again. If they are really  happy, why does the father a.k.a. man of the house spend more of his time at work,  away from home? If they are really happy why does every teenagers of the house  can't wait to get their driver's license so they can start driving themselves to hang out with friends outside? And why does the lady of the house spending all her time  outside for pampering and to look good? What about the little kids if there is any?  Having all the games or gadgets and locked up in the room all day? The saddest part  is, the real value of family in this kind of home is not important to them. Dinner is not  a time they spend together as family time because everyone will have dinner with  their friends or co-workers outside perhaps at the best foodie place in town. The house is amazing but it feel cold and no emotion in there. Welcome to  reality.  You can have it all but pure happiness still come from within.

Now another type of home. The humble home. Yes, I was in there too. There is one home of a friend years ago that I went to. A little house just like a cottage. Though  everything is simple and nothing fancy but the house is beautiful. You can feel love  and happiness filling every rooms in the house. I even felt like I breathe in the air of happiness into my lungs while I was there. You want to know why did I feel that way? Let me explain this. The father can't wait to be home after work. With the little that  he have from the day, he just want to get something for the house. While mom will  spend her day talking and pampering her children. She comb their hair, teaches them  house chores, wash their hands, tell them stories and there is always laughter now  and then. Dinner time for them means time spend together. Nobody in this house  would like to escape dinner. Being in a home like this is so overwhelm. They offer  you their best. Trust me, with that kind of environment, the warm simple homemade  corn bread tasted much better than the cosy red velvet cupcakes that we have today. Their veggie are freshly harvest from the backyard. This is where I see true happiness, love, manners, respect, trust, thankful and the value of sharing on the face of each  one of the member in that family.

 

Now we see, some people lives in villa or even mansion. They have everything that we wishes for but they are lack of feelings. The warm feelings that can comfort us.  The one that can make us go to bed smiling and wake up feeling thankful to God that  he gave us another beautiful day. A home does not count in its' size or what it was  built of or decorated with. Without love, it is just another house. A shelter with walls  and roof that keeps us from sun and rain. We can have high rise walls that make us  feel safe and secure from any harm but pure love is what we need to live on and it  gives us the greatest strength.

The message behind this is, the world is missing happy people day by day. They are  getting less everyday because we are all chasing what best the world could give us. I  am not saying this is bad but best scenario, how would you feel if the officer at the  counter that you are dealing with look so moody and angry. Don't you wish that you are dealing with a smiling, jovial and happy officer? Yes, everyone faces bad days  once in a while but we all need happiness in our heart. Don't let happiness extinct  from this world or it will be a very cold and tense place to live in. Maybe then all our natural instinct will change too. Dear all, find your happiness. Don't ever give up  trying to find your happiness. Sometime you may never know that the most simple thing or gesture is what put up smile on your face. LET US ALL BE HAPPY...

Hakani, the real story of Infanticide Survivor....

The Suruwaha people live in the western Amazon region of Brazil. Over the past 100 years, this tiny group of people has had sporadic contact with the outside world. While some of these encounters have been positive, most of them have been devastating.

 

Several generations ago, outsiders massacred most of the Suruhawa's witchdoctors. The only one survived left a terrible legacy to his tribe. He said that a people without spiritual guidance had no hope except suicide. As soon as he said this, he ate a poisonous root and died a swift and painful death. From then on, suicide became the Suruhawa's most common method of dealing with anger and pain. Today, it is the leading cause of death within the tribe.

Human Rights violation is unacceptable

 

Despite such a brutal past... Beauty and strength are two of the most important aspects of Suruwaha life. These values are best demonstrated in the Tribe's Puberty Ceremony, through which young men learn the honor and respect they will receive if they can endure pain and lead their people. Such customs provide hope that one day the Suruhawa will regain the optimism and self-respect that were taken from them so many years ago.

A growing number of indigenous people are rising up to fight this practice but when they seek help from the government, they are told that their children are not protected by Brazilian or international law, and that preserving culture is more important than saving individual lives.

Infanticide is something written in the history of human kind. Infant or baby are killed because of some reason. Majorly because they are unwanted. Back to the olden day in China, most time when baby girls were born, they are to be killed because baby boys are much preferred. Please remember, if there's no girl there won't be boy too.

Now... Let me share the story of Hakani, the survivor of infanticide in the heart of Amazon

Hakani whose name means "smile" in Suruhawa language. She is one of the hundreds of children who are targeted for death each year amongst Brazil's 200 plus indigenous tribes. Physival or mental handicaps, being born a twin or triplet or being born out of wedlock: are all considered valid reason for taking a child's life. 

Buried alive because her tribe believed she had no soul, just because she couldn't talk or walk yet, at two years old. Plucked from the grave at the last moment. Shot with an arrow by her own grandfather. Then forced to live as a social outcast for three long years until sickness and negligent brought her once again to the doorway of death..

That was the reason she was to be killed

1995 was the year Hakani been born. She was a little girl full of bright smiles and laughter. Until the age of 2 unfortunately she has not develop the ability to speak or walk and this caused her tribe to put pressure on her parents to kill her. Hakani parents chose to escape the ordeal and killed themselves with poison leaving behind Hakani and her four other siblings. 

Since her parents are dead, the responsibility to kill Hakani now fell to her eldest brother. This is all by pressure from their tribe. He took his sister a short distance from the communal hut and buried her alive in a shallow grave. Hakani's muffled cries continued as she lay buried in the makeshift grave.

Many children who were buried alive cries continued for hours until a deep silence descends but for Hakani the deepest silence never come. This we know God wants her alive still. Someone heard her cries, saved her from the shallow grave and placed her into the hands of her grandfather, who then took her into his hammock. As the oldest member of the family, however he knew what the traditional practice demand him to do.

Hakani's grandfather too his bow and arrow and shot Hakani. His arrow missed her heart and pierced her shoulder. Immediately guilt overcome him and he ate the poison root in attempt to take his own life. The deep silence still does not greet Hakani yet that she had survived again this time.

This is Hakani when she was found

From that day on, at only two and a half years of age, Hakani lived as an outcast. For three years she survived on rain water, bark, leaves, insects and occasionally on food scrap one of her brothers smuggled for her. Along with this gross neglect she was physically and emotionally abused. Children burned her legs because she could not walk and they laughed when she cried. When other walked by, they shouted "Why are you still alive?" "You have no soul!" "Why don't you just die?" I guess the best answer to that is God give her a mission in this life.

Over time Hakani lost her bright smile and all other facial expression. Her situation grew increasingly worse and yet for Hakani the deep silence of death did not descend. Eventually her brother, Bibi rescued her. Carried her to the home of a YWAM (Youth With A Mission) missionary couple who had been working for over 20 years with the Suruwaha Indians in the Amazon Basin. This couple is Marcia and Edson Suzuki.

Marcia and Edson Suzuki with Hakani

The missionaries knew Hakani was weak and very ill. At five and a half years old, she was only weighted 15 pounds, that is 7kg and was only 27 inches in length. The couple began to care for her as their own child but it was hard. She responded to nothing, had no facial expressions, no emotion and would scream and cry when touched because she had gone for so long without any physical contact.

Edson and Marcia cared for Hakani in the Amazon Basin but they knew if they did not get medical treatment she would soon die. Fortunately, they received permission to take Hakani out of the jungle in time. Within six months of receiving love, care and medical attention, Hakani had begun to walk, started to talk and her bright smile returned to her face. After a year she was double her size. This year of 2013, Hakani is eighteen years of age with a bright laughing smile she dances and sings. A lover of art too. Her voice today is a voice for life.

 

 

Below are the photos of Hakani through the years.

 

  

 

This is cute.. Hakani wanted to send a message to Justin Bieber: