Trafficked is the story of thirteen year old Saira, who is picked up from Calcutta, and sold to a brothel in Hyderabad, where the madame is euphemistically called Aunty.
It is a story, where Saira deals with her despair with pragmatism. Each of the girls, have their own sad story of betrayal and exploitation. Their desire to find love and experience the joys of being young, is way out of reach. This is a tale of strength and resilience. Despite their circumstances, they share humour, friendships and empathy.
This is the author's third book to get published. The first, Songs Sighs & Sonnets is a collection of love poems. The second, A Himalayan Love Story, is set in the Darjeeling hills.
Umrah, stepped into her home, through the front door that was never locked. There was nothing to steal. The tattered piece of cloth that hung in the place of a curtain was sufficient to afford the family a modest amount of privacy. Here, in the Barasat slum, it was tacitly understood that neighbours or other tenants, while passing, did not peep through open doorways. The new baby was sleeping in her arms. Her son, Junaid, followed her, carrying her bundle. He had left here at dawn, on a bus that had taken him several miles, to the village where Umrah's sister lived, to fetch his mother, who had gone there to have the baby. He was dreading her reaction when she discovered that Saira was nowhere to be seen.
"Junaid, where is your sister? Surely she knows that you came to fetch me. She should be here to greet her mother, and make the baby's acquaintance." Umrah could feel her temper rising. She had to control any outburst, in case she soured her milk, and little Maha, rejected her breast. "Why are you silent, Boy? Answer me. Where is Saira?
"We don't know, Ammi. Nobody in the bustee knows." He replied, looking down at his large feet. "She disappeared the day after you went to Achchi Khala's home. Abba and I had gone to work. When we came home at night, we found no food cooked, and no signs of Saira. Her burkha was hanging on the peg, she had obviously forgotten to take it.
"Did you file a report with the police?" Her heart was pumping blood faster than a runaway locomotive.
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