What a slow process it is for one to cry out for help and not recieve it. I am not even the victim myself yet I feel drained, tired and in anguish. I sit on my phone pleading to people to sign and gather signatures, meanwhile on the otherside of the grass, UN entites are boasting about how many people they have "saved" in the year of 2017 and how many donations they are willing to take from the greater public in order to increase their popularity as being...a non existent hero. I plead with feminist organisations who only seem to leave me on "read" or they would send me automated replies as if a victims cry for help is nothing but a deserved "automated" one. "Its just another case" ,some would say. I try to grab the reach of celebrities keeping in mind that I am too "irrelevant" for them to see..hoping that mabye just 1 of them have a heart...turns out they do have hearts. For booty calls, naked pictures and lustful desires. Dont get me started with religious organisations. As a christian myself, I gave so much hope to the people who preach the Gospel, proclaim the love of God only to be ignored by them too. Popularity and vanity seems more of a desire than feeding the 5000 and bandaging their wounds. So I sit here on my bed. Fustrated, broken hearted and sometimes crying. I find myself going on my knees often for somebody that I wish to help more than I pray for myself. I find myself imagining me, in Saudi Arabia, kicking and screaming to these demonic people who choose to hurt a beautiful soul who has done no wrong. Humans. I am tired but I am not tired of fighting because if I stop fighting...Who will fight for her?