I was always raped, and if I tried to resist, they would beat me – 14yrs Old Boko Haram Victim4 min read
I was always raped, and if I tried to resist, they would beat me, 14 years Old Boko Haram Victim.
Faith Ibrahim was a 14-year-old girl when she was kidnapped by the notorious Boko Haram faction at her school in Borno State.
Now 17, Faith, whose name was changed to Aisha by the sect and married Boko Haram Leader, had been in the custody of the insurgents for three years, during which she endured untold deprivation, sexual assault, and became an unplanned mother.
She was fortunate enough to be among the latest batch of victims rescued by the brave men of the Nigerian Army who raided the enclave of the sect to save more than 60 prisoners.
Narrating her ordeal, Faith recounted how she was singled out as a Christian, tortured mercilessly for her faith, and raped repeatedly by the man she was married to and by other Boko Haram fighters.
Read her story
“Well, my name is Faith Ibrahim. I’m 17 years old and I’ve been in the hands of Boko Haram for three years before I was rescued by Nigerian soldiers alongside others.
I was in Junior Secondary School Two (JSS11) when evil men came to our school one night to kidnap us.
We were around 30 that they abducted that night, but they stopped in the village along the way and abducted some other people as well.
They loaded us into a truck and headed into the forest where they stopped and made us trek more than 12 hours until we got to their village. They didn’t give us food all this while, but they beat us mercilessly and kept telling us that we wouldn’t see our parents again.
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When we got to the village, they asked us about our names and faith, and everyone who was a Christian was taken away for what they called Kaffir (infidel) abuse.
They told us that ChristiaPnity was Nigeria ‘s problem and they wanted to wipe out all Christians unless they changed their religion and became Muslims.
We were abused, beaten, abused and assaulted just because we were Christians. At the end of the day, we were forced to denounce our religion, and anyone who refused was severely beaten.
They kept telling us that if we declined to become Muslims, what happened to Leah Sharibu would happen to us.
When the penalty was too much, we had to accept what they wanted, and they changed our names and held a renaming ceremony for us. I was named Aisha and handed over to an old man, Khalif, who said he was going to be my husband, and he took me to his shack of sticks and mats.
I’ve been crying all through and thinking that I’m never going to see my parents again. The man came to the hut I was in that night and said he wanted to enjoy me. I didn’t know what he meant by that, but when he took off his clothes and told me to do the same thing, I realized what he wanted to do.
At that time, I was a virgin, begging him to spare me, but he just laughed, took out a pistol, and said he was not going to.
The sight of the gun scared me, and I quickly took off my clothes. That night, the man raped me, and he didn’t mind the blood that gushed out of my private part.
That was the beginning of the sexual abuse that I suffered as a man would rape me whenever he wanted, and later, he would also bring other men who would rape me repeatedly. It happened almost every day before I got pregnant.
And during my pregnancy, I was always raped, and if I tried to resist, they would beat me, telling me that Christian girls were only good to be raped.
Later, I gave birth to a baby boy who died six months later, but that didn’t stop Khalif and the others from raping me.
In the three years I’ve been with them, they’ve moved us more than 10 times whenever they felt that the soldiers were getting close to them. There was a time when we moved to a place where they said it was in the Republic of Niger.
I kept praying every day that God would do a miracle and set me free, and I was very happy when God did His miracles as soldiers stormed the camp one night and rescued me and others.
My greatest happiness was that the army managed to kill so many of the insurgents, including the Khalif who made me suffer so much and took away my pride.
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