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Life Does Get Better. Peace Within Is Found Again

The true and often painful story of a young woman's fight, her desperate need to be heard despite her family’s traditional beliefs and their total abandonment. A painful journey which in itself brought the healing she sought but never received. This book contains her story and her poems in a story form. On her journey, she found God, who held her hand and is with her always. This book is an intensely moving and written from the heart and how there was fairy-tale ending. This is an intensely moving and excellently written book.

Sara Khan was born in 1969, oldest of five children. From an early age, her childhood was an unhappy one, which at such a young age she had no control over. When you are young the people you love most and trust are the people you turn to, she was trampled by family honour, family honour mattered more than anything at times more than life itself, her elders and their beliefs left her very confused. Writing the book brought back her troubled childhood, and although she does not go into detail about her sexual abuse in the book, she started to have flashbacks, and this was upsetting at times, but she managed to stay strong as she knew her story had to be told in order to help other victims. Brought up in a British country and raised with Asian values, which in reality was not a bad idea, if enforced correctly. Surrounded by a large family she always felt deep down as if she was adopted. She felt that she did not belong; inside she was hurting and had no one to share her terrifying pain. She managed to turn her life around and got married but the pain of her childhood was still there. Married to a lovely man, who has been her rock and who stood by her side in her fight for justice. She has two beautiful children who are her world and will protect them forever. Disowned by all her blood relatives for refusing to keep quiet,she wanted time to reflect and to put her suffering into perspective, she felt she had to make her voice heard. Each hurdle has served to make her a stronger person.

Book Extract

I was browsing the net and came across a web site where I wrote how happy I was, and someone had asked me how I got to that stage, as I started to answer their question I had a thought I can explain this in a book. There was also a spirit presence as the thought was going through my head, I often get visits from spirit, and lately it has been getting stronger each day. I was led by spirit and my gut instinct to write this book and explain how I found my inner peace. It is so powerful, strong and yet so calming. There was a stage in my life when I did give up, but have found my self again. I was groomed, sexually abused as a child, up until my teens and I feel that it was written in my destiny and this is what fate had in store for me, I had to go through that awful time in my life to get to where I am now. I can never forget what happened but with time and with determination I have healed. It is my past; that is where it belongs but every now and then, I do look back.

This did happen to me and I live to tell my story, Take it from me I am a survivor and I have survived my ordeal, “Yes that is what happened to me and I am alive.”With everything I went through and took, I could have easily ended up dead or ended up with a life in the gutter, but that was not written, fate had destined for me to survive and tell my story so I could help other victims become survivors, too.

You are in control of your life and you do not need to stay a victim forever. You will know when it is the right time to fight and you will get stronger with each step you take. Always look forward never look back, as you will be rewarded, as things do not always stay the same.

I am of Asian heritage in my Forties known by the name of Sara; I was born and brought up in a large traditional Hindu family. I have one sister, three brothers, and lots of cousins, aunties and uncles, grandparents. Then there is the extended families, where everyone knows each other‘s business, Traditional values which they brought over from the Punjab and reinforced onto us. They thought they were doing the right thing and forgot the fact we were British living in a western world brought up in an Indian household and sent to an English school but still adoring Asian values. This in reality was not a bad idea if enforced correctly.

My family are well known in the community, by everyone and well respected. Everyone knows each other’s business and you are made to believe everything is well. No one really knows what happens behind closed doors, you are made to believe all is well and to keep the family honour intact, if anyone does find out the truth the family is scared for life, what happens behind closed doors stays inside those four walls. Everyone puts on a happy innocent face and life carries on regardless. Everyone carry’s on as normal visiting each other, pretending that they love each other. In reality it’s all formality’s that has to be carried out and done to a high standard, Only a handful will escape the traditional family values which are brought from back home. I was one of them who broke family tradition by leaving home and setting up on my own. Time passed by. I married a Muslim man who is hard working someone who I look up too. I have two lovely boys that I love and worship. I have a network of friends and handful of family members who I love dearly. I work for a big organisation and love my job. I have met lovely people who in time have become good friends, I have struggled with life, and I believe this was how fate had it written in my destiny. I am no longer that person as with time and me putting my past right I have changed. I have become a happy person who is content with her life; I have everything that I could ever want.

I have shed tears cried to family, and begged for help for forty years. Hurting inside and in pain, I have taken overdose after overdose. I have self-harmed cutting myself and drank vast amounts of alcohol to block the pain; I have sat in front of my mother with a bottle of wine hoping she would look at me and get me some help. I just wanted to be at peace and clear of this hurt, sadness, and memories I carried with me. I couldn't see another way out and I tried my best to carry on do my best in everything I did. I always showed myself as strong positive women. Being positive and doing whatever challenges life threw at me that made me feel in control. I was in charge of my body and soul, and not my abusers. I never forgot what my abusers, and my family put me through. I feel I have now but I need and want to share my story, so someone else can find his or her inner peace. Believe me it is worth the wait in the end. It just took longer because of the false love that I was shown.