‘Because … I want to help all those who need help, like God has helped me.’

I am 25 now. My mother died when I was 7 or 8. Maybe my aunt killed her with witchcraft. Soon after, I was married off to some man. My in-laws beat me and so I returned home. Some local boys convinced me to go away with them. I was so foolish. They sold me into a brothel in Mumbai. I was only rescued because the police thought I was a minor. Otherwise, I’d still be there. The police say they can’t find my home. I’ve got nowhere to go. I’m not angry. I just want to stand on my own feet and forget those times. I made a mistake once, but never again.