I have many heroes, most of whom remain nameless to me. They are the women in Pakistan tyring to find safety for their children in neck deep water and the women of Afghanistan struggling for basic human rights. They are the women who's children died because of war, disease and malnutrition. My heroes are mothers that walk 5km to get potable water for their family and my heroes often go without food so their children can eat. My heroes are denied access to education and healthcare and they carry the majority of the responsibility for children and family's wellbeing. They are the women who bravely work in the sex trade. My heroes are survivors of rape and torture, of human trafficking and sexual slavery. Survivors of incest, brutal beatings and mutilation. My heroes come in every shape, size and color; they speak many languages and live across the globe. My heroes are the women of the world: my sisters are strong and resilient; my heroes overcome insurmountable odds to survive and succeed.
I am truly grateful for the inspiration my heroes provide and it is my honour to be a member of this community of heroes.
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