After three weeks passes, Mala and Chris goes back to their session with Mrs. Atkins. Mala and Chris are about to unravel some things in their past.
"Hi you two, how are you?" Mrs. Atkins asked.
"Good," Mala said.
"How was the writing exercises?" she asked
"It was a relief," Mala said.
"Wow that's great to hear. So who hurt you?" She asked.
Mala gave Mrs. Atkins a list of who hurt her, and Chris's name is written down first. The second person who hurt her was her culture.
"So did you express to Chris how he hurt you?" She asked.
"No I haven't," Mala said.
"Well this is the time to," she said.
Mala turns towards Chris. "Chris you hurt me, you hurt me so much, that night was the worst night I ever experienced, I hated you so much for what you did to me, the threaten letters, even though you didn't rap me all the way, I still felt violated. But I had to release all of my anger out through that draft, and after I did, I got to the forgiveness letter to clean it up. Chris I forgive you, I don't hate you anymore, I really do still love you, and I want to be with you forever but I know my family doesn't approve of you because they can't forgive you for what I told them you tried to do," Mala said.
"Sounds like your family needs therapy too," she said.
"Hahaha, yeah, but I doubt they would come in for it. But Chris... I had so much anger built up inside of me that I just wanted to kill you but love you at the same time. But I knew where that anger came from..." Mala said, stopping.
"Tell him where that anger came from," she said.
"That anger I had inside of me was from the second draft I've written is a letter to all the men in India who hurt the women in my culture and some of my old friends in India," Mala starts crying. "I.............. had friends when I was in high school and from 12 years old that came to me and told me they were either raped by their relatives or non-relatives. Some told me they was raped or molested by their boy cousins and the girls around the age I was like 13 through 16 that I knew was raped by adult men, and I was shocked they came to me about it because I am just a kid myself and I didn't know what to do and I couldn't help them, but all I could do was comfort them and talk to them and that's what I love about my culture, when Indians falls down, we always have support from other Indians, and we are never alone. In my culture, we stick together, and honestly Chris, I know I told you that I don't miss India and I don't ever have to go back, but I honestly do miss being there a lot but it is like I love and hated my country at the same time, but I said so much harsh words about all the Indian men there, and when I wrote the forgiveness letter saying I forgive the men in India who hurt my friends, I understand it wasn't their fault, and as hard as it was for me to forgive and release, I understand that the men In India just needed help and something could have happened to those men when they were my age or something. But I don't hate or blame no one, and not even you Chris, and I want to say I'm sorry for all the bad things I said to you, please forgive me," Mala informs.
"I forgive you," he said, while he reaches out a hug gesture, Mala unexpectedly hugs him back. She gives him a normal and comfortable hug.
"Impressive Mala, it looks like you've been practicing those steps hard," she said.
"Yes I did, and studied them and I also prayed on top of that," Mala said.
"Well that is very great to hear that you put God in the situation too," she said. "Chris, you will talk about your drafts in the next session, our time is up for today," she informs.
Author Ciara Webb
Co-Assistants 26Khayali and Ridhi P
Story written by Ciara Webb
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