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Reaching Asia’s Exploited: Part 2

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Searching for hope

First Person: Letters from Prison

By Yada Chaipetch and Maliwan Wongsurin

Editor’s Note: A holistic approach to addressing human trafficking includes prevention, intervention and aftercare. Yada Chaipetch* and Maliwan Wongsurin* are prisoners at a Juvenile Detention Center in Thailand. Because they have little education and few job skills, they are at-risk for trafficking and prostitution upon their release. Christian workers at the prison focus on preventing young women from entering the sex trade after their release and caring for those exploited for commercial gain. Both Chaipetch and Wongsurin are part of an English class taught by these workers. These are their stories.

My name is Yada Chaipetch*. We have three sisters in my family but we were separated. I am an orphan with no father and no mother. I have no one, except for my grandmother who took care of me. I am alone with no one I can depend on.

My grandmother sent me to school until grade nine. In the first term, I had a boyfriend. I went to my boyfriend’s house and did not go to school for many days. My grandmother found me at his house. She slapped my face many times.

I understand why she hit me because I made myself bad. I felt that I was wrong to make her sad and I cried. But she did not listen to me and did not allow me to extend my studies. She commanded me to take all my clothes out of her house and I went to live with my boyfriend. At that time, I cried and wanted to do nothing.

Now I am living with suffering. I do not know when I will make up for all of my sin.Yada Chaipetch,* juvenile prisoner

When I lived with him for a short time I learned that his family sold drugs. Because my life was bad, I decided to sell drugs, too. But I did not use the drugs. I was afraid. Because I wanted to have more and more things, I decided to deliver drugs. I was arrested with my boyfriend and we were sentenced to The Department of Juvenile Observation and Protection for the drug offenses of (delivering) 24,000 tablets.

Since that day I feel like I am alone. I have no one and no encouragement. Now I am living with suffering. I do not know when I will make up for all of my sin. Sometimes I think about killing myself because I do not want to continue living. It seems I have no one left. I do not know what to do. I am so discouraged.

Maliwan’s Story

My name is Maliwan Wongsurin*. I was born on June 6, 1989. I am 22 years old. I was arrested for selling drugs and sentenced for six years. I have been here more than four years already and will be released in one more month.

I have known Teacher Emma Fielding* and Teacher Kate Johnson* since they first came to teach at the Center. So, we have known each other for four years. Every teacher has a good heart and loves us very much, no matter how we behave. Sometimes we are stubborn — we misbehave and we do not pay attention to the lessons. Our teachers have never been angry. I thank God who made me and allowed me to get to know good-hearted teachers.

Whenever I leave here, I think that I will look for a job for myself that I love to do. I am a person who loves children and I would like to live with children. So, I want to look for job working with children.

I want to make an honest living for myself and care for my aging mother and father. They are very old. I want to pay for my younger sister to study at a higher level.

Prayer Requests:

  • Pray for the young women attending the Bible study led by Christian workers. Pray that many will come to faith in Jesus.
  • Thank God that Chaipetch and another young woman prayed to receive Christ through the Bible study. Their baptism is scheduled for early January. Pray that this will be the beginning of hope for this lonely girl.
  • Pray for Wongsurin, who was released in December 2011, as she begins a work-study program at a Christian children's home. Pray for her salvation and for strong Christian influences as she begins her new life.
For more information on how you can support young women in Thailand's juvenile prisons, contact heartweavers@gmail.com.
*Names changed.
A Charlie Brown Christmas

First Person: Red lights and Christmas

By Caroline Anderson

“That’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.”

I feel a little like the character Linus, minus the blanket and cartoon body, as I share the Christmas story with men and women in a red-light district in Thailand.

I am here to teach these workers English. But at the end of every lesson, my colleagues and I share a Bible story or testimony. We recently began sharing the meaning of Christmas.

I don’t recite the Christmas story from a stage like Linus in the TV cartoon, A Charlie Brown Christmas. I share about Christ’s birth outside a massage parlor with men and women 17 to 45 years old.

This massage parlor, like all on this street, offers more than just a massage.

These workers have never heard about the true meaning of Christmas. Their holiday isn’t filled with advent calendars, gingerbread men and presents. There aren’t any paper chain links to rip off to show how many days are left until Christmas.

Dec. 25 is just another day of business on this street. The only gifts the workers hope for are another day’s wages and extra tips from customers.

Christians give gifts because Jesus was a gift to us, I explain after our weekly English lesson. I pray these men and women will use the English to find a different profession.

“That’s what Christmas is all about,” I say after finishing the story of Christ’s birth in Luke 2.

Dec. 25 is just another day ... The only gifts the workers hope for are another day’s wages and extra tips from customers.Caroline Anderson,* Christian worker

As I read the Bible, several women workers turn to flash smiles and offer invitations for massages to Western men walking by. But I continue to talk. I tell them that three kings from the East came and gave Jesus the very first Christmas presents.

I mention my own family’s Christmas traditions — how my brother and I used to clamber up on our parents’ bed Christmas morning before opening presents and my dad would read Luke 2. We each would decide on a gift to give Jesus and make it a priority throughout the year. Gifts I’ve given include my time, my trust and my future. This Christmas I gave Jesus my writing.

“What about Santa Claus?” one woman asks.

Santa Claus is based on a monk named St. Nicholas who gave food and presents to children in need, I tell her. He knew Christmas was a celebration of Jesus’ birthday.

“My birthday is Dec. 25,” Pin Wattana* says with a smile.

Wattana was 17 when she started working. She lied about her age so she could work at the massage parlor.

“You share a birthday with Jesus,” I tell her. She nods and grins.

When I opened my presents this past Christmas, I thought of Wattana and the others at the massage parlor. I have so much — a Christ-centered family who showers me with gifts each year.

I remembered Kiet Chaiprasit* being overjoyed with the present he received at a Christmas party hosted by Christian workers — a red poinsettia.

It made me think of all the “Christmas wish lists” I’ve made through the years. The gifts I’ve asked for cost a lot more than a seasonal plant. Poinsettias are a given for my family at Christmas — we use them as decorations.

But Chaiprasit has never made a wish list — he’s never even received a Christmas gift before.

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Contact heartweavers@gmail.com.

Chaiprasit, a worker at the massage parlor, uses his income to help support his grandmother. He’s a new Christian and this is his first Christmas as a believer — and the first time he has ever celebrated the birth of Christ.

He is happier with a plant than most people are with much more expensive presents.

And though he and the other massage parlor employees have to work Dec. 25, the day is different. They now know the true meaning of Christmas — just like Charlie Brown.

*Names changed.

 
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