By my early 20s I was trafficked to Saudi Arabia where I survived alone in the desert for 2 years.
I was kept behind closed doors for many years after that, cut off from people I knew and any time I tried to speak out and beg for help they told people I was mentally ill or “possessed” by evil spirits.
In that darkness, my only companion was the Lord, my only solace was my books.
But I was discouraged from reading or thinking for myself.
So I spent many nights sitting up studying with a small lamp for light hoping nobody would wake and find me.
Studying history saved my life.
It opened up my whole world.
I realised that everything I’d been told from such a young age about being White and English, was a lie.
The realisation of what had happened to me finally began to unravel in my mind.
Unimaginable pain.
Grief for a life that could have been…
Although long dead, the stories of our ancestors gave me the strength and courage to fight on, and finally escape.
You see, my heroes never stopped fighting, even when the odds were so greatly stacked against them.
They did not run.
They did not cower.
They had courage.
They stood tall.
No matter what lies on the road ahead of us, we must all do the same.
As they inspired me, let them inspire you too.
England and the survival of our people depend on it.
American Buddhist Net 