she's a hooker, but....... Did she choose her own life?

She chose the road of darkness and corruption,
Never imagined since she was a little girl she would be part of the world of prostitution,
She sold herself after she gave up her precious body for a little money,
Sold her honour, sold her dignity, sold her trust, sold her self-esteem,
She became a good and cheap merchandise with no value,

Their circumstances differed, each one having their own circumstances

Each one has a long story,
Each one has her own reasons and motives,
Maybe she wanted to change her situation for the better,
Maybe she lived a lot of tragedies after her wounds deepened and her suffering multiplied,
Maybe she was a victim of poverty in life.
Maybe she was a victim of prostitution networks and have been exploited,

Then she found herself in the maze cannot to be out of it.
That's where no one hears her voice.

Maybe she is not satisfied with her miserable situation, With tired face and phony smile you draw all the time,
Maybe she's tired of the descriptions of the shame that chasing her wherever she goes.

All this in order to have a long day's sustenance,

Or greed for some money.
Or maybe for a fancy dinner at one of the big restaurants.
Or for a night's fun inside the finest hotels.

She wasn't ashamed of herself.
Maybe she may not know what she is doing from evil.

Maybe she don't believe in paradise or hell.
Or maybe she don't know what faith is.

She has killed her conscience from the first moment when it tweaked her for the sin that she committed.
She has killed her conscience when it whispered to her that " she did not deserve what she did. she did no deserve this sad life."

Inside every prostitute is a nostalgia.
nostalgia to a beautiful marital life she was painted in her dreams.
nostalgia to Knight of her dreams which she made him in her imagination with a wedding gown in her wedding where all eyes are on her
nostalgia to the memories of a beautiful and innocent childhood.

but now all those dreams is vanish and become a mirage.

Please, when you see a prostitute on the road.
Please don't despise her. Don't hate her. Don't insult her

Maybe she deserves a new life, a new opportunity, a place where a woman can rediscover a beautiful life in her husband's lap and among her children.

I remember very well when I was in college and I asked a prostitute:" When did you start working in prostitution?"
She answered me: "started when I was died"
then i continued my way and I thought she was mocking me.
But now I know what she meant.

I wrote this more than a month ago. But no one cared about it. I wanted to bring it back.