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Wake Up Pakistan

Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
Shandra Woworuntu arrived in the US hoping to start a new career in the hotel industry. Instead, she found she had been trafficked into a world of prostitution and sexual slavery, forced drug-taking and violence. It was months before she was able to turn the tables on her persecutors. Some readers may find her account of the ordeal upsetting.I arrived in the United States in the first week of June, 2001. To me,

America was a place of promise and opportunity. As I moved through immigration I felt excited to be in a new country, albeit one that felt strangely familiar from movies and TV.
In the arrivals hall I heard my name, and turned to see a man holding a sign with my picture.

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It wasn't a photo I cared for very much. The recruitment agency in Indonesia had dressed me up in a revealing tank top. But the man holding it smiled at me warmly. His name was Johnny, and I was expecting him to drive me to the hotel I would be working in.
The fact that this hotel was in Chicago, and I had arrived at JFK airport in New York nearly 800 miles away,

shows how naive I was. I was 24 and had no idea what I was getting into.
After graduating with a degree in finance, I had worked for an international bank in Indonesia as an analyst and trader. But in 1998, Indonesia was hit by the Asian financial crisis, and the following year the country was thrown into political turmoil. I lost my job

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So to support my three-year-old daughter I started to look for work overseas. That was when I saw an ad in a newspaper for work in the hospitality industry in big hotels in the US, Japan, Hong Kong and Singapore. I picked the US, and applied.The requirement was that I could speak a little English and pay a fee of 30m Indonesian

rupiahs (in 2001, about $2,700). There was a lengthy recruitment process, with lots of interviews. Among other things they asked me to walk up and down and smile. "Customer service is the key to this job," I was told.
I passed all the tests and took the job. The plan was that my mother and sister would look after my little girl while I worked abroad for six months, earning $5,000 a month. Then I would come home to raise my daughter.

I arrived at JFK with four other women and a man, and we were divided into two groups. Johnny took all my documents, including my passport, and led me to his car with two of the other women.That was when things started to get strange.

A driver took us a short way, to Flushing in Queens, before he pulled into a car park and stopped the car. Johnny told the three of us to get out and get into a different car with a different driver. We did as we were told, and I watched through the window as the new driver gave Johnny some money. I thought, "Something here is not right," but I told myself not to worry,

that it must be part of the way the hotel chain did business with the company they used to pick people up from the airport.
But the new driver didn't take us very far either. He parked outside a diner, and again we had to get out of the car and get into another one, as money changed hands. Then a third driver took us to a house, and we were exchanged again.The fourth driver had a gun.

He forced us to get in his car and took us to a house in Brooklyn, then rapped on the door, calling "Mama-san! New girl!"
By this time I was freaking out, because I knew "Mama-san" meant the madam of a brothel. But by this time, because of the gun, there was no escape.

The door swung open and I saw a little girl, perhaps 12 or 13, lying on the ground screaming as a group of men took turns to kick her. Blood poured from her nose and she was howling, screaming in pain. One of the men grinned and started fooling around with a baseball bat in front of me, as if in warning.And just a few hours
after my arrival in the US, I was forced to have sex.

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I was terrified, but something in my head clicked into place - some kind of survival instinct. I learned from witnessing that first act of violence to do what I was told.The following day, Johnny appeared and apologised at length for everything that had happened to us after we had parted company. He said there must have been a terrible mistake. That day we would get our pictures taken for our ID cards, and we would be taken to buy uniforms, and then we would go to the hotel in Chicago to start our jobs."We'll be OK," he said, rubbing my back. "It won't happen again." I trusted him. After the bad things I had just endured he was like an angel. "OK," I thought.

"The nightmare is over. Now I'll go to Chicago to start my job."
A man came and took us to a photo studio, where we had our pictures taken, and then he drove us to a store to buy uniforms. But it was a lingerie store, full of skimpy, frilly things, the like of which I had never seen before. They were not "uniforms"

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It's kind of funny, to look back on that moment. I knew I was being lied to and that my situation was perilous. I remember looking around that shop, wondering if I could somehow slip away, disappear. But I was scared and I didn't know anyone in America, so I was reluctant to leave the other two Indonesian girls. I turned, and saw that they were enjoying the shopping trip.Then I looked at my escort and saw he was concealing a gun,

and he was watching me. He made a gesture that told me not to try anything.
Later that day our group was split up and I was to see little of those two women again. I was taken away by car, not to Chicago, but to a place where my traffickers forced me to perform sex acts.

The traffickers were Indonesian, Taiwanese, Malaysian Chinese and American. Only two of them spoke English - mostly, they would just use body language, shoves, and crude words. One thing that especially confused and terrified me that night, and that continued to weigh on me in the weeks that followed, was that one of the men had a police badge. To this day I don't know if he was a real

policeman.
They told me I owed them $30,000 and I would pay off the debt $100 at a time by serving men. Over the following weeks and months,

I was taken up and down Interstate 95, to different brothels, apartment buildings, hotels and casinos on the East Coast. I was rarely two days in the same place, and I never knew where I was or where I was going.
These brothels were like normal houses on the outside and discos on the inside, with flashing lights and loud music. Cocaine,

crystal meth and weed were laid out on the tables. The traffickers made me take drugs at gunpoint, and maybe it helped make it all bearable. Day and night, I just drank beer and whisky because that's all that was on offer. I had no idea that you could drink the tap water in America.

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Twenty-four hours a day, we girls would sit around, completely naked, waiting for customers to come in. If no-one came then we might sleep a little, though never in a bed. But the quiet times were also when the traffickers themselves would rape us. So we had to stay alert. Nothing was predictable.Despite this vigilance, it was like I was numb, unable to cry.

Overwhelmed with sadness, anger, disappointment, I just went through the motions, doing what I was told and trying hard to survive. I remembered the sight of that small girl being beaten, and I saw the traffickers hurt other women too if they made trouble or refused sex. The gun, the knife and the baseball bat were fixtures in a shifting and unstable world.


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Believer12

Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
یہ شندرا ووریںتو تمہاری پھوپھی ہے جو قطر ایرویز کی سائیٹ سے اٹھا کر فضول سا تھریڈ بنا دیا ؟

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karachiwala

Prime Minister (20k+ posts)
یہ شندرا ووریںتو تمہاری پھوپھی ہے جو قطر ایرویز کی سائیٹ سے اٹھا کر فضول سا تھریڈ بنا دیا ؟

(thumbsdown)


;)ارے نہیں نہیں یہ تو تہران میں ایک فور اسٹار ہوٹل میں صیغے کا کام کرتی تھی۔ امید ہے سمجھ گئے ہوگے کہ کونسا صیغہ
 

Believer12

Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
;)ارے نہیں نہیں یہ تو تہران میں ایک فور اسٹار ہوٹل میں صیغے کا کام کرتی تھی۔ امید ہے سمجھ گئے ہوگے کہ کونسا صیغہ
امت اخبار کی پوری کوشش کے باوجود ایران سے پاکستان کے تعلقات خراب نہیں ہونگے ، ویسے بھی دیوبندی تو پاکستان کے مخالف تھے انکی اخبار پر کیسے بھروسہ کیا جا سکتا ہے
 

karachiwala

Prime Minister (20k+ posts)

امت اخبار کی پوری کوشش کے باوجود ایران سے پاکستان کے تعلقات خراب نہیں ہونگے ، ویسے بھی دیوبندی تو پاکستان کے مخالف تھے انکی اخبار پر کیسے بھروسہ کیا جا سکتا ہے

او میرے لال کس چکر میں ہے۔ سب کو پتہ ہے کہ ایرانی ملّا نے پیٹھ میں خنجر گھونپا ہے۔ خیر تو تو ہے ہی غداروں میں سے کیونکہ تیرا دوسرا ہیرو خان عبدالغفار خان بھی پاکستان کا غدار تھا۔ میں تو پہلے ہی سے کہتا رہا ہوں کہ ایران کے مجوسیوں سے ہوشیار رہو۔ یہ ہمیشہ کمر میں ہی خنجر مارتے ہیں۔ تاریخ گواہ ہے۔
 

Wake Up Pakistan

Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
یہ شندرا ووریںتو تمہاری پھوپھی ہے جو قطر ایرویز کی سائیٹ سے اٹھا کر فضول سا تھریڈ بنا دیا ؟

(thumbsdown)

Mai nay kaha Thaa its for Liberal Tou Yaha Ajeeb Wahiyaat kisaaam ke batain shuro kar dhee

MashALLAH jaisee PHOTO lagee hai ase batain be kaya karoo
 

Liberal 000

Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
Mai nay kaha Thaa its for Liberal Tou Yaha Ajeeb Wahiyaat kisaaam ke batain shuro kar dhee

MashALLAH jaisee PHOTO lagee hai ase batain be kaya karoo

Just wondering why Mullahwakeup always google such kind of stories when ever He wakes up!

Maybe just to remember the Madrassa Nights of Ah Ohh Uhhh?

The story states the traffickers were Indonesians and Malaysians, and article fails to tell us, How She got rid of them?

Traffickers often trap third world women because they know these women will easily bear all atrocities just to save their Azzzat back home , so they won't contact police!

Who is the culprit? Our society or Western society?

 

Wake Up Pakistan

Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
Just wondering why Mullahwakeup always google such kind of stories when ever He wakes up!

Maybe just to remember the Madrassa Nights of Ah Ohh Uhhh?

The story states the traffickers were Indonesians and Malaysians, and article fails to tell us, How She got rid of them?

Traffickers often trap third world women because they know these women will easily bear all atrocities just to save their Azzzat back home , so they won't contact police!

Who is the culprit? Our society or Western society?



Yeah tou Tum pai koi GAY Experiment hou ga tou TUMAI pata chal jay ga kay Whose Culprit

But Tumai koi Faraq nahe paahna Tum LIBERALISM kay liya koi be Mushkil bardasht kar saktay ho
 

Believer12

Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
Mai nay kaha Thaa its for Liberal Tou Yaha Ajeeb Wahiyaat kisaaam ke batain shuro kar dhee

MashALLAH jaisee PHOTO lagee hai ase batain be kaya karoo
bas mujhe gusa aa jata hai kiunke humare apne mulk mey itne crimes hain ladies k khilaf magar unn criminals ko phansi dene ki bajae hum maerica ki misal lay ate hain k, moulvi crimes karete haain kids k sath ziadti karte hain lekin aaj tak aik moulvi bhi nahi latkaya gia,baqi sorry jo main ney joke likhi thi
 

Wake Up Pakistan

Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
bas mujhe gusa aa jata hai kiunke humare apne mulk mey itne crimes hain ladies k khilaf magar unn criminals ko phansi dene ki bajae hum maerica ki misal lay ate hain k, moulvi crimes karete haain kids k sath ziadti karte hain lekin aaj tak aik moulvi bhi nahi latkaya gia,baqi sorry jo main ney joke likhi thi

Nahee aap baat nahe samjhay

Mai aap ko yeah bata raha hou kay Crimes aur be Jaga hotay hai

Magar hamaray LIBERAL dosoro ko GOD FATHER bana kar Paish karna choor dain please


HAmari Society man limited Insaaaf hota Thats the issue
 

Believer12

Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
Nahee aap baat nahe samjhay

Mai aap ko yeah bata raha hou kay Crimes aur be Jaga hotay hai

Magar hamaray LIBERAL dosoro ko GOD FATHER bana kar Paish karna choor dain please


HAmari Society man limited Insaaaf hota Thats the issue
theek k ehte ho her jagha crime hain europe aur america mey bhi farq sirf yeh hai k wahan criminal k khilaf govt prosecutor bna jati hai lekin humre mulk mey victim hi case larta hai jiska result aksar criminal k sath kisi samjhote per khatam hota hai
 

asifA1

Minister (2k+ posts)
Very good reality bites for wanna be desi secular living in dream world when its totally opposite struck with poverty! Dys functional desi for the brothel owner!
 

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