"Even the afternoon heat cannot keep us safe"

Trigger Warning: The following narrative contains content related to experiences of Gender-Based Violence (GBV).

Imaara stands as a beacon of resilience, founded by survivors of Gender-Based Violence (GBV) for survivors. Every aspect of our NGO is crafted with the deep understanding that only those who have endured the harrowing journey of survival truly comprehend its nuances. From our programs to our support networks, we are driven by the unwavering commitment to empower fellow survivors. Each story shared within our community is a testament to the strength and courage that resides within every survivor. Together, we create a safe space where voices silenced by fear and shame are given power. Our mission is not merely to offer aid but to ignite a spark of hope in the hearts of those who have felt the darkest depths of despair. In this sanctuary of understanding and solidarity, survivors find solace, healing, and the unwavering belief that they are not defined by their past traumas, but by the strength it took to survive them.

The Words of an Anonymous Survivor

I was standing at the bus stop right after my college hours, just waiting like any normal student. Out of nowhere, these guys on a bike zoomed past me. As they crossed, one of them reached out and pressed my breast. Before I could even process the violation, he yelled "fucking sexy" into the air and sped away.

 It happened in broad daylight, under the burning afternoon sun, surrounded by a crowd of people. Nobody did anything. People always ask me later, "Why didn't you shout? Why didn't you react right there?" What they don’t understand is the sheer shock of that moment. My brain froze. When someone violates your body like that out of nowhere, you lose your voice. You are left completely paralyzed. That day proved to me that even the sun cannot protect us. If we aren't safe in the afternoon crowd, how can we ever feel safe at night? For a long time, it threw me into deep depressive thoughts and a constant state of fear. Every bike engine made my heart race.

But I am tired of letting their crime control my life. Lately, I have been working hard on myself. It is a slow process, but I am finally overcoming that trauma, reclaiming my peace, and refusing to live in their shadow anymore.