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As hard is it is to believe unfortunately these stories are real stories. Names and places have been changed. Although some masala was added to thicken the plot, the essence of the story happened to someone.
We live under the false pretense that we will never encounter the haunting presence of addiction.
School teaches kids drug awareness but very little or nothing is taught about how to deal with woman or child abuse or even how to cope with bullying or peer pressure.
As you venture into my life you will learn that the ‘preparation‘ you received just isn’t enough for you to survive in this cruel place we’ve been captured in. We call this place “society”.
No matter your background or social standing, once intoxicated you become sucked in and drained out from every ounce of emotion you have.
Kempvill,a small, unknown, Indian suburb in South Africa, is how and where it all started. From the spiral of my dreams and my hopes to being abused and alone.
As you read my journal you will meet the people who made me realize that our Indian society is in desperate need of change. That aapara wara (our people) need a huge wake up call and have to remove their blinkers and realise we are not immune to social ills as we think we are.
My name is Fatima and this is my battle with addiction.