Short story

Some times its very hard to start a story or give an explaination when there are so many details involved.

After moving house, a new house maid came, it didnt work out she had been stealing days off, also had a boyfriend who was driving round the area regulary, and making demands of her not to leave the house, in the end she was fired, not because she wasnt doing a good job, but becasue i couldnt handle the stress, a few weeks passed and she was asking for her job back and i offered it to her, she obviously had recieved new part time work and wanted to consider her options,

It seems she had a new job, but she offered me another girl to come do the job, obviously i accepted, as i weas tired from working full time, and trying to manage the house.

The new girl arrived and i could not fault her, meantime - the old house maid did not work out in her new job and was with out work, she sent various messages asking to come back, but i declined, she even was asking the new house maid to give her job over to her.

I asked the new house maid to cut her contact with the old house maid, i gave her a new phone and a new phone number, and all was going well.

fridays are days off, and thats exactly what she was having was a day off,

i revieved a message from the old house maid, giving me details of a message that was sent to her by the new house maid... it read, ya allah pls help me.... dont too late to come here, bcos they want to bring us other place, my mobile and my money they are stole all, only my phone the other one im hiding..

what the hell are you supose to think after reading that: she goes for her day off and it seems she has been robbed or abducted! great.... my mind is telling and showing me all sorts of horrid things,

I called the ex house maid to ask where the new house maid could have went, she denied even knowing the address of where she would be - even tho i know she told me she was going to her old room, a room that she used to share with rayma the old house maid.

I sat up right in my bed wondering what to do, i remembered that i had taken phone numbers of 3 men whom rayma had been involved with and i rememeber rayma telling me that one of these men were her boyfirend and one was nooras boyfrined, so i called rafic - nooras boyfriend, i got a little angry at him over the phone, he told me he recieved a message from noora saying that 3 men have come to the room where she was hiding stole her phone and money and said they were CID, she then wrote that she was locked in a villa upstairs in a room in sharjah, she remembered seeing kwait hospital and a mosque,

I called for my girlfriend and asked if she knew anyone wo lived in sharjah who could suss the area out, where is this kwait hospital and what kind of area is it, she got back to me and said its a bangladeshi area which is pretty run down and known very well for sex slavary.

Im freeking out by this time and thinking of all the bruital things that these dirty men could be doing to her.

I was very angry at the people who took her - how could they storm into a room, flashing id cards and saying they were the police then taking 2 of the girls in there car - not to the police station but to a villa in the next state, my mind flashed again to people telling me of how many women are found dumped in the desert each year.

The story was very suspisious, i tried the new number i had bought for noora, i knew she was carring 2 phones and hopefully if one was stolen and she had managed to text using the other one then maybe she still had it.

She anwsered it - whispering to me, saying the man is comming, she is locked in a white villa and there are so many bangladeshi men down stairs - that maybe more than 20 men have been inside her. my heart is in my mouth by this time.

My friend and my boyfriend are silent, saying finding her would be like looking for a needle in a hay stack... very true , but my mind cant ajust to not finding her. eventually i persuade them to hep me at least go look, i call her boyfirend rafic and he agrees also,

My boyfirned and i set off in the car to look for her, we take a long time to reach the next state as i had some confussion with my navigation system, eventually we get to the hospital and our first reaction is holy shit there are 4 mosques on each side and many while villas,

The 3 guys who included my boyfriend, nooras boyfriend and the other girl who was taken with nooras boyfirnd and we start the hunt, we go inside many villas, talk to many people to suss the area out, all the bachalar places are searched, and 5 hours later we are getting crabby with each other,

ocassionally i call noora who is still whispering and very hard to undersstand through her sobbing and secritive talking.

eventually we stop for water, we had been walking in the sun for hours, we recieved a text message from another number, its noora, she says she has stolen one of the mens phones becuase there is no load in her one, and states there is a tree outside the mosque,

we wait a little time and we call back the number- a man anwsers the phone, he pretends for sometime not to know anything.

a little later we are becoming grumpy with each other and two men aproch us, we give the number to them to call from there phone and they call it pretending they are looking for a villa in the area, as when they asked the man what his job was it turned out he rents out rooms, i stomp away from this conversation and find myself sitting on a kerb across the street from them. so tired and angry that we havnt found her, that i can hear her voice in whispers - that she cant try to escape and that she is being raped over and over again by diffeerent dirty men,

suddenly the others join me and say they have a car registration number from the man and i sent many messages to him telling him to let the girls go many people are searching the area and its only a matter of time before we find her,

we walk again up the street searching more villas and propertys, only to be called back, down by the 2 men.
he says to me - pay 1000aed and i will take you to the place where the girls are... im  angry at him - wondering how he would know now, if he didnt get anything from the man i asked him to call but a number plate then how suddenly he can tell us where they are.

obviously the only white people in the area are my boyfriend and i- and concidering that we had entered nearly every villa him mostly as i was a little over come by the smell in many of the places we had went to - and i was likely to shout at someone or say some words i might regret.

i agree to pay the 1000aed - then what happens next is the shocker...

when i took a rest away from them wheile they were talking the first time.. was the door he led us to..

he knocks at the door, my heart is pounding with the thought - i cant belive they we are here in this street the whole time, how many times i passed that door thinkin it was a garden door, how many other doors are there in this area hiding the same secret that is behind this one..

i scream at him, we kick the door down - she slay there on a matress inside a closed room with no window he and another girl - crying and the room feels so hot... i hated the feeling i got when i seen them,

the man who was inside the locked room with them, ran - and we gave chase, at this point she collapsed and we had to rush her back to the the car which was a few streets away.

We drove fast back home - where we settled her .....

i had to send her back after this ... she was showing no signs of trama, even after she had told me that more than 20 men had sexually assulted her, that she had been sold for 6000aed.

i had to think of the danger i had put myself in, running after her the way we did, not knowing what situation we were dragging ourselfs into - or even if we would come away alive.

it frightens me now - esp when i read the storys this week in the news paper of people being buried alive in the desert, rival gangs of women trafficing and illegal alcohol suppliers.

she is better off with her family - so i thought.

After being dropped at immigration the girl ran away again.... she called me a couple of days later telling me where she was.... back to the flat where she had origionally been taken from.

is her life so bad back in her own country that she would want to stay here and be a target again for another situation.... very scary to think of ,

But we tried and did our best!