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It’s a numbers Game

Missing, abducted women and children feared trafficked across the Nepal /Indian border.

Just a bunch of numerals that define the story. Numbers that can move despair to hope, that stand between slavery and freedom.

A jumbled up pile of digits hang in the space between beating hearts and statistics.

Let me explain,

In Nepal, despair is counted in the thousands, 12000 to be exact.

Chew on that figure long enough, and its shapeshifts from disbelief through despair into deep-seated disgust.

12000 is the rather conservative estimate of girls trafficked out of Nepal each year. Stolen, sold and ruined.

Let’s break it down;

12000 a year becomes 1000 a month … which looks like 250 girls a week, each and every week, gone !!

250 smiles disappeared, daughters lost .

Please don’t stop reading yet; keep going .. push past the discomfort …. stay with me …

250 a week becomes 35 a day.

That’s a whole classroom full, each day, every day, day in, day out. That’s “bye bye mumma ” in the morning to never come home again—horror at its peak! Children tricked, tempted, stolen, gone.

But hang on, what if we could do this math another way? Flip the script, bring back the light…

Let’s begin instead by counting border guards. Let’s stretch these ones with willing hearts and able hands across the 1758km border between Nepal and India.

With them, these border guards, let’s weave a net to catch these at-risk ones before they cross into this other space before they’re lost.

Watch what happens, how now the numbers begin to run in reverse …

Let’s start with one .. one girl stopped, caught in the net, apprehended, saved, rescued.

This One, this precious heart, once saved, is like a match. It sparks the wildfire of hope and spreads across the fault line between the realms of safe and lost. Maybe we can change this story? Perhaps there is a way?!

Now our net gets bigger… With intention, we link arms and hearts, and 1 becomes 3.

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Today, I wake to know 3 will be gathered in our net. Held back from the edge of hopelessness, offered help and healing and a brighter tomorrow .. today I wake and 3 are safe.

3 a day is 21 a week. 21 daughters, sisters, friends to breath out, lean in, laugh, and love ..21 saved this week ….our net is growing.

21 a week means 84 a month, just short of 100 daughters who get a chance, lives snatched back from the darkness.

This net of ours is vital; its caught almost 1000 hearts this year… 1000 lives handed back the hope that was all but lost.

Hope starts with one, catching one..

One by one, we walk this out. One more donation is one more border guard.One more checkpoint. One more space thats prepped to save.

Save not just one, but 3 or 21, or 84…or even 1000s… Day in, day out, year in year out.

This math takes one…and multiplies it by the square root of hope itself, turning the rescue of just one into freedom for many.

That one, in Nepal, is a daughter, a border guard.. an agency…a network…

That one over this side of the globe is one person, one heart and one set of hands to set in motion a process that spreads life and tells these stories of the hearts elsewhere…and in doing so, compassion is born and provision is sourced. These ones here hold those hearts there. Together we build that net and catch those girls and send them home with heads held high and life renewed.

It’s a numbers game, really…and it starts with one.

Every Daughter Matters co-laborers with local NFP organisations in Nepal to make the most of the resources given and increase their impact on the lives of Nepalese women.

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In Nepal, hope has skin. It looks like border guards. These women overcame the dark to stand as gatekeepers halting traffickers in their tracks, rescuing girls on the brink of desolation.


These gatekeepers, having known the depths of human slavery…now stand armed to fight the dark and save others the same journey.

Here hope has an address.
It resides in safe houses that hold space for broken girls to rest and heal safely as the staff speak life back into tormented souls.

In Nepal, Hope has a mandate, Every Daughter matters, and education is weaponry against the trickery and evil that would see them enslaved.
Here hope retrains and resources girls with no other way to survive..empowering them to take back their lives, design and redefine their future.


Hope has hands. It reaches out to the fractured homes that once held these little ones and provides counsel and support to reunite the lost ones with their families.

Hope has a heart. It seeks to network and embrace others to work alongside. Hope seldom stands solo, knowing support is vital and spreads a wider net to catch the falling and retrieve them back into safe arms.

This isn’t just a rare event…. 10s of 1000s of girls and women tricked and lured, sold, stolen, vanished, disappear…to be forever changed.
Broken and beaten into submission…ruined beyond return.

In Nepal hope has skin. It looks like the border guards. These women who overcame the dark to stand as gatekeepers halting traffickers in their tracks rescuing girls on the brink of desolation. These gatekeepers having enduredknow the depths of human slavery…now stand restored armed to fight the dark and save others the same journey. Here hope has an address. It resides in safe houses that hold space for broken girls to rest and heal in safety as the staff speak life back into tormented souls. In Nepal Hope has a mandate, . It is that Every Daughter Mmatters, and education is weaponry against the trickery and evil that would see them enslaved.. Here hope retrains and resources girls with no other way to survive.. empowering them to take back their lives, design and redefine their future.  Hope had hands. Iit reaches out with to the fractured homes that once held these little ones and provide counsel and support to reunite the lost ones with their families. Hope has a heart. It seeks to network and embrace others to work along- side. Hope seldom stands solo knowing support is vital and spreads a wider net to catch the falling and retrieve them back into safe arms. In Nepal thieves come to steal these girls.. seeing their value not as people but as a commodity to be broughtbought and sold…the black market of girls and women is the 2nd largest criminal industry in the world seeing a 500% increase in recent years ……these thieves, often familiar to the victims come dressed as friendly opportunity, they lure the girls with promise of brighter futures..futures. Even little rural hearts birthed into poverty hold dreams beyond the wall a of family huts and the struggle to survive. This mMakesing these daughters an easy to exploit, to capitalising on. TrafficersTraffickers trick and con , lying and deceiving until another little one is lost across the border…and vanished. The hope and innocencets of yesterday brutally stolen and maredmarred by the reality of the work and life it finds itself thrust into…. This isn’t just a rare event…. 10s of 1000s of girls and women tricked and lured, sold, stolen, vanished, disappear…to be forever changed. Broken and beaten into submission…ruined beyond return. The problem is so big, how could we possibly make a difference. How do we stand for them? How do we spark hope? Feed it’s fire and keep the light on for these precious ones? How do we throw a life- line in the midst of such darkness?? If hope had a starting point, a seed, it would be called awareness… Share their story, spread the word… It’s not enough to feel a fleeting heartbeat of ache and scroll on.. Hit like , share…declare it loud and bold. Hope requires light to shine in order to grow strong.. Light requires voices to rise to swing that searching beam across these precious ones… Your voice tells them they matter, they have valuevalue, and their worth is just as valid as our own. Seed hope,Seed hope be hope! Just by being heart and hands. Give what you can from what you have and let that seed you plant take root. Life is defined in the small moments. Dont miss this one, to make a mark .


The problem is so big, how could we possibly make a difference.

How do we stand for them?

How do we spark hope?
Feed its fire and keep the light on for these precious ones?

How do we throw a lifeline in the midst of such darkness??

If hope had a starting point, a seed, it would be called awareness…


Share their story, spread the word… It’s not enough to feel a fleeting heartbeat of ache and scroll on..

Hit like, share…declare it loud and bold.

Hope requires light to shine to grow strong.

Light requires voices to rise to swing that searching beam across these precious ones…

Your voice tells them they matter, they have value, and their worth is just as valid as our own.

Seed hope, be hope!  Just by being heart and hands.  
Give what you can from what you have, and let that seed you plant take root.

Life is defined in small moments.
Don’t miss this one to make a mark.

Every Daughter Matters .

#EverydaughterMatters

Kissed my blonde haired blue eyed little miss on the head again just now and sent her back to bed. Its the 4th time she’s bounced back out to see me again tonight.

Relentless and all fizz and bubble as she’s realized that Christmas is not so far away and wish lists are in order.

She handed me a little folded note with the latest updated dreams scribbled down in lime green pen and swanned back into bed .. dreamy-eyed and full of joyful expectation.

I unfold the little slip of paper and read.

  • Glitter please the white one that looks like snow.
  • A bone for Gypsy (her dog ) .. a really big one mum!
  • A new skateboard please, maybe purple or blue.

Relieved I pop it down, that’s easy enough.

Although there are 4 little misses under this roof and each has her own Christmas dreams.

Listening to the low hum of girls chatting instead of sleeping I settle in for the evening. Reclining back in the armchair my mind wanders from my own babes to another mother home.

9382km as the crow flies from where I sit .. at the base of the majestic Himalayan alps and bordering on India’s mystical doorstep lies Nepal. Bucket list destination for hundreds the world over.

Steeped in mystique, ancient culture and incredible natural beauty lies this little country.

My mind wanders through the cities with its restaurants and tea shops ..streets lined with statues of gods, deities and prayer flags, billboards and the hum of traffic and onto spice markets then further west out to the countryside.

Here cattle bells ding and the earthen aroma of village life wafts through the air.

There are hilly landscapes dotted with crops. Huts and livestock. Little villages spring up here and there along the roadside. The humble home yards are strung with makeshift washing lines hung with every colour of cloth imaginable.

My mind wanders further into the other mammas home ..its a traditionally built mudbrick with its straw roof and little cook stove in the corner of the main room that serves as the kitchen as well.

Here this mamma, whos not so different than myself, raise her little daughters. She’s trying to make ends meet too. She knows its good for children to go to school but more often then not her girls are needed to help the family and earn a living. Education seems is only for the better off. Here there is a dark-haired love who has her wish list but she isn’t dreaming of Christmas gifts, she’s wishing for a bit more dinner .. full bellies aren’t a thing around here.

Second, on her list is a better job .. maybe she could go abroad and work .. earning more than she ever could here in the village .. then she could make enough so her mamma and sisters are taken care of. Have enough to eat. Maybe her sisters could finish school then too.

This is a pretty common wish among young ones in this community.

She’s the same age as one of mine. At just 14 my little blonde babe loves to play guitar and loses herself in books regularly. This little dark-haired love, however, is illiterate just like her mamma. The best she can hope for is to be a dancer or house help in one of the bigger cities and the thought of better paying work away from this little mountain village is so exciting.

But she’s 14 years old .. not all grown up .. 14, still a child !! She doesn’t know the danger.

My heart cracks. She’s not mine .. but she matters just as much.

When the smartly dressed man and a lady came to tell her mamma that they could get her daughter a job she was so excited.

Mumma was nervous at first but they promise her a better life for her girl so how could she refuse.. finally some hope in a life that’s been full of hardship.

This opportunity seems to promise freedom from poverty, dignity, hope .. but it is wolf in sheep’s clothing. A trap, a rouse. A lie so big that this family will never be the same.

But this isn’t an unusual story, it is a well-worn path in a business almost as old as time itself.

Human trafficking is the fastest-growing black-market business in the world.

Statistics tell us that there are more people in slavery, children in slavery, now then there has ever been in all of human history.

Read that again, slowly …

More …..now ……then …..ever …

before.

1.5 million are at risk annually.

71%of these are women and children.

71% of these are someone’s daughters.

They are our friends, our sisters, daughters, the little girl next door.

There is a huge profit margin to be made on the sale of Girls, after all, “You can sell a bag of drugs once but you can sell a person multiple times “

Once successfully trafficked out of the country only around 2% are ever rescued 2% of the 20 thousand estimated trafficked persons that go missing every year.

These are our daughters and this is our watch.

What are we doing? How can this be ?!

My mind stops here. The problem is so mammoth it rivals Mount Everest itself in stature.

When you don’t know where to start …start with what you know.

All I know is that when its darkest Light is the only source that still breaks through and chases shadows away.

As a mamma …it doesn’t get much darker than this.

We start by bringing the light.

Light is Exposure.

Education and advancement.

We must turn the light on for these daughters.

The open border that runs all 1758km ( approx. ) between India and Nepal is one of the busiest human trafficking highways in the world…

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is co-labouring with other NGOs and border patrols to educate people to stand guard at border checkpoints. The goal is to rescue these daughters before they are taken out of the country.

It’s a two-fold benefit. Its enables rescue but also builds cases to catch and prosecute the traffickers themselves. Stopping them in their tracks.

Rescue and prevention all in one.

This is how we turn the light on.

Start small and watch it grow…

The border is some 1758 km long and open wide .. there are roughly 23 checkpoints currently for trade purposes. 7 of which have trained staff to identify at-risk travellers and intervein.

This is a beginning .. but more is needed …

Just as tiny sparks start wildfires . . .

No amount is too small, it all counts and every daughter matters…

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Raise the roof if you must ..and you must!

This is our watch. These are our daughters.

What would you do if she was yours?

The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing

– Edmund Burk

Silence is compliance.

Speak up. Speak out.

#EverydaughterMatters

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