u/Pretend_Leek_2790

This account has no link to my real profile so dont even try.

Back in 2014, i was in peshawar for my surgery due to a congenital disease. I was only 10 back then so you could say that i was pretty naive. One day before my surgery, I went on a peaceful stroll (without telling my parents)outside the mess where i found a young 16 year old pathan boy. He asked me to play with him and i was like “sure why not”. I followed him to a relatively abandoned warehouse because the boy told me that we would be playing cricket.

When i entered the warehouse, a cloth was forced upon my mouth and nose which made me sleepy (im guessing it was chloroform). When i woke up, there were a bunch of other kids (tied up like me) all crying but trying to stay silent. I was soo scared that i started to screaming at the top of my lungs. The 4, 40 year old pathans saw me screaming and said something in pashto. Since these words were traumatic to me, I remembered and translated them. They basically said, “he screams the loudest. Grab him and lets have some fun”. They took me to another room where all 4 of them had their…. “ways” with me. Its still soo traumatising as all 4 of them took turns while smoking and laughing. It hurt soo much that i wanted to die. Later i heard sirens which were from the Peshawar police department. Apparently some visitor from gilgit saw the abduction happening via the 16 year old pathan boy and reported it to the police.

The entire warehouse was raided and the abductors (6 pathans) were arrested. I was returned to my parents crying and screaming. I couldnt tell them about what happened to me as i myself didnt know (i was blindfolded the entire time) and i just couldnt tell me parents.

The pathans were under a super powerful family so the entire case was sealed without any justice. I was advised not to talk about this with anyone. Thats why Im telling you guys this on an anonymous reddit account. Till this day my parents dont know that i was sexually assaulted.

So my grandfather moved out from gilgit and ever since none of my immediate family members know how to speak shina. Sure i know some chachas from gilgit but i dont visit gilgit that often. At this point should i just give up on my gilgiti heritage or should i try to learn shina just to prove that my grandfathers from gilgit

So recently ive come to dislike my parents alot even saying some hurtful shit to them like “all you guys do is ask about my studies and prayers, nothing else!!!” but reading all the stories on this subreddit really makes me rethink that. Compared to the people here my parents are like the model parents from a New Yorks magazine. The only flaws they have is the lack of communication and emotional intelligence. Other than that theyve been soo good to me and only asking for me to study and pray 5 times a day. They show hate, angrer and punishment when i bring over friends , hang out with them or frankly speaking doing anything other than sitting at home all day because im not “studying” or praying but after a while they just act like it never happened.

I mean yes theyve been emotionally void for the first 15 years of my life with little to no contact(literally as i have spent those years in my dados and nanos house) , not even having a house when they could clearly afford it or even rent because of stupid family drama and politics and they dont show interest in my life at all other than my studies and prayers but hey atleast at the end of the day i get freedom(they act strict but let me off the hook), food, shelter, clothes, money and all i have to do for that is to stay silent when they get mad at me (constantly) and not expect any other type of involvment. Life is good!!!