"Tell the World" shares the compelling story of a small group of farmers from the northeast region of the United States who would go on to set the foundation of the Seventh-day Adventist Church.
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Jane peered through a window of the stone house, wondering who lived there. She’d never seen anyone enter or leave it. It appeared abandoned. But who would quit such a splendid abode?
“Jane!”
She swung around, startled. “Uncle Albert!”
“Off with you!” he barked.
Bewildered, she turned and ran off, her skirt billowing behind her.
After she was gone, Albert went into the house, heading directly to the secret room where his Nubian prize was. He’d spent a great fortune for her so he intended to enjoy every delectable inch of her. Shivering in anticipation, he unlocked the door.
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Catherine leaned the mirror against the pole so that she could gaze upon the reflection of the abandoned house. Her curiosity was piqued when her brother, Gerald claimed that when he rode past here a fortnight ago, he saw an old lady appear at the window. She disappeared as he approached. He tried the door but it was locked. Puzzled, he went away.
Catherine turned now when she saw a figure appear at the window. Cautiously, she approached.
The old lady smiled. “Hello, Catherine.”
“Who are you?”
“Come in and I shall tell you.”
The door swung open.
Catherine entered.
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This was written for the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. For more details, visit Here. To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.
Every time Grandma and I walked past the abandoned house with the gigantic grass shaped cross, she would tell the sad story of Sarah Ann Johnston. I indulged her. She was getting up there and forgot that she had told me the story many times before. I just listened as she talked about the downfall of the reputed most Christian woman who ever lived in Green Bay County.
“We warned her not marry him,” Grandma said, shaking her head. “but she wouldn’t listen. We told her that she shouldn’t be unequally yoked with a man who didn’t have a religious bone in him but she foolishly believed that she could reform him.
“Everyone in the county except me went to the wedding. I’m no hypocrite. I wasn’t going stand up there and pretend like I approved. Sarah Ann was mad at me, of course, but I had to be true to myself.”
“It wasn’t long before things got bad between them. She caught him red-handed with another woman and shot them dead. Now she’s in jail. Foolish woman, she should have listened.”
Poor Sarah Anne Johnston. Her blind and foolish love led to her ruin.
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This was written for Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details visit Here. To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.
It was as if she were in a trance. Everything around her faded into nothingness. Her eyes were riveted on Grimwood Manor. She walked towards the imposing, Gothic facade of the house. It loomed like a foreboding giant watching her come closer like a spider watching a fly lured to its web.
She paused and looked up at the top three windows. A light went on and the curtain moved in the middle one. The spell was broken. Her heart lurched in palpable fear. The house was supposed to be deserted. She thought she saw a figure. Terrified, she turned and ran as fast as she could, falling a couple of times as she tumbled across the field.
She didn’t stop running until she was safely back at the cottage. She darted inside, closed the door behind her and leaned against it to catch her breath. Her aunt was in the kitchen and she bustled into the foyer when she heard her come in. “Good heavens,” she exclaimed. “What happened to you? You look like you have seen a ghost.”
She stumbled over to the sofa and sank heavily on to the cushions. “I just came from Grimwood Manor,” she said. “I thought it was supposed to be deserted.”
“It’s deserted but not abandoned. Now and then someone, perhaps the caretaker goes there and tends to the place. They have to keep it in good condition in case they wish to sell it one of these days.”
“Who would want to buy it? It looks creepy. I saw a light at one of the windows, the curtain move and a figure standing there.”
“Granted it’s not one of the best looking mansions but it’s not haunted as some like to say. I there-say, it use to be full of life back in the 1800s. The family was always throwing balls. It was deserted in the early 1900s but cared for. It’s not so bad during the day. Why did you go there tonight?”
“I hadn’t planned to but on my way back here, I had to pass it. I was drawn to it. I had never seen a Gothic mansion before. I read so much about them. Do you suppose the caretaker would show me around?”
“I don’t know. You will have to ask him. When you go take someone with you. Don’t go alone.”
“Would you like to go with me, Aunt?”
“No, thank you. I don’t fancy traipsing about in a rundown old mansion. Such things don’t interest me.”
“Very well, Aunt. I will ask Joe to go with me.” Joe was her Aunt’s neighbor’s son. This was her way of asking Joe out on a date without really asking him. She liked Joe but was still not sure how he felt about her. Hopefully, while exploring the mansion, she would find out.
“Good idea. Joe’s a upstanding young man,” her aunt said. “Are you hungry? You should be after your gallivanting. Your supper is on the table.”
She smiled and got up from the sofa. “Thank you, Aunt.”
She went to the kitchen where a large plate of piping hot, mouth-watering beef stew and dumplings awaited her. As she tucked into them, she thought about Grimwood Manor.
It was hard to believe that it was once filled with life and laughter. Now it looked like a dead, empty husk. Yet, in spite of its lacklustre appearance, she had been irresistibly drawn to it. If she hadn’t seen movement in the upstairs window, she would have gone inside if the doors were unlocked. And who knows what she would have found lurking in any of those rooms. She shuddered at the thought.
When my father and my motherforsake me, Then the LORD will take care of me – Psalm 27:10
For most parents, it is love at first sight when they see their newborn. Not so for baby Jansi. When her father saw her, instead of feeling love toward her, he felt shame. As he looked down into that tiny face, he didn’t see a beautiful baby. He saw a baby who wasn’t pretty, was too skinny and not looking right. The doctor concurred that she was abnormal. Jansi’s father didn’t want an abnormal baby nor did his wife. Filled with disgust, he threw the 2 day old baby in the dumpster and the couple walked away, not looking back nor shedding a tear.
Baby Jansi lay in the garbage, wailing until two arms reached into the dumpster and drew her out. Those arms belonged to a woman named Pranaya Chopra. Pranaya worked as a tutor to help the children with their academics at Gospel for Asia (GFA) supported Bridge of Hope center. Pranaya learned through preaching at Church and reading the Word that children are a gift from God. It was Pranaya’s sister who had Jansi and when Pranaya discovered she and her husband had tossed their newborn daughter into the dumpster, she went and found her.
Pranaya took the baby girl home with her and named her Jansi. Pranaya and Jansi’s grandparents cared for her and nursed her to health. To the Jansi, Pranaya was “mother.” Pranaya was there when the little girl crawled and when she became a toddler. She was there every step of the way, showing this abandoned child how much she loved her. When Pranaya got married, Jansi remained a part of the family, even when the couple had a child of their own. For Pranaya, “It is a great blessing for me to adopt my sister’s daughter into my family.”
When Jansi became school-aged, she was enrolled in Bridge of Hope. School work was difficult for Jansi but with the help of the staff, she soon improved. Jansi thrived and her biological parents saw how well she was doing and their attitude toward her changed. They wanted her back. They saw their daughter the way God and Pranaya did–a precious gift to be loved and cherished. It made it easier for Pranaya when she and her family had to move away. She knew that Jansi would be well cared for and safe with her parents.
Jansi lives with her parents and two younger siblings. She continues to attend Bridge of Hope center where she is learning about Jesus’ love for her and doing well in her studies. Her mother attends the monthly parents’ meeting at Bridge of Hope where she hears about Jesus. What a wonderful end to what started out as a very sad story. Although baby Jansi was discarded by her parents, God had plans for her life. He rescued her from the dumpster and placed her in the care of a woman who loved her as if she were her own daughter.
This story has taught me that we must never discard anyone because of their appearance, gender, culture or race but love them as Jesus does. He died for them too. He died for the unloved, unwanted, abandoned and rejected. It is His desire that they too may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly (John 10:10). Thanks to Him, Jansi is now enjoying a life filled with hope and joy and tremendous blessings.
For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’swomb – Psalm 139:13.
More than 50 million people in India suffer from a mental illness. In 2011, India recorded the highest rate of major depression in the world at 36 per cent. According to doctors, roughly 10 per cent of India’s population suffers from depression – MGMH
Women with mental illness are treated as less than human. They are dumped, abandoned and abused. If there are any signs of mental illness, a woman is put in a mental hospital with no chance of getting out. Men can go back home while women are there for life. In the following video, we meet a woman whose husband had her institutionalized although she had no history of mental illness. Here’s a story of a mentally ill woman whose husband built a case against her so that he could get custody of their children after divorcing her.
It is not surprising that women suffer from depression at higher rates than men. They have to deal with gender inequality, violence, lack of paid employment, lack of education, excessive spousal alcohol use and poverty. Mothers are blamed for the birth of a female child and many face pressure to have male children. Women are diagnosed with schizophrenia later in life, oftentimes, following the birth of their children. The children are often removed from the ill mother’s care and this results in further distress for her. Indian women have higher rates of suicide than women in most developed countries and a higher rate of suicide compared to men in India. Depression is one of the most common reasons for suicide among Indian women.
Mental health in India carries with it a stigma, especially if the person suffering from mental illness is a woman. According to MGMH (Movement for Global Mental Health), in rural India, it is common to see people taking their children to temples and faith-healers instead of hospitals and doctors, especially in cases of mental health. Mental health was something that was talked about in hushed tones. Thankfully, it is no longer being swept under the rug. People are coming forward. Deepika Padukone stunned her fans last year when she admitted that she suffered from anxiety and depression.
At the time the news broke, she was one of the most sought after actresses in Bollywood. It took tremendous courage for her to disclose her illness, especially since people diagnosed with mental illness face discrimination. Deepika has since launched the Live Love Laugh Foundation to raise awareness about mental health issues and as a result many celebrities were inspired to come out in the open and address the need to talk about mental health. Varun Dhawan admitted that he was depressed during the making of Badlapur and Honey Singh revealed that he has been undergoing therapy for bipolar disorder.
Sadly, those living with mental illness are victims of a cruel fate. They are often locked away and stripped of their basic human rights in state-run institutions that are under-staffed. In an article, titled Mentally Ill Suffer a Horrible Fate in India posted on the site for Deutsche Welle (DW), most state run mental hospitals are in deplorable conditions. The National Human Rights Commission (NHRC) reported that out of the 43 government mental hospitals in India, less than half a dozen are in a “livable” condition”.
There are doctors in charge of these hospitals who have no business being there. “These doctors don’t understand the intricacies of a psychiatric illnesses and the comprehensive care the patients require,” said a psychiatrist working in a state-run mental hospital in Uttar Pradesh.
And in the midst of the crisis of hospitals not providing the conditions and care the patients need, are quack healers who are profiting from this. According to a study by Dr. Shiv Gautam, former superintendent of Jaipur Mental Hospital, 68 per cent of the mentally ill are taken to faith healers before a psychiatrist. “The reason, besides superstition, is that most general medicine doctors fail to diagnose psychiatric illness,” Gautam said. “A mentally ill patient displays symptoms which superstitious people believe are paranormal,” he added. “Such patients are tortured, chained and used for extracting money from their families.” Hema, who was suffering from Schizophrenia was believed to have an evil spirit. Her family took her to Datar Sharif Dargah where she spent a year locked up. It wasn’t until her condition deteriorated that she was brought to Dr. Gautam. In 15 days, she began to improve and a month later she was normal.
In other cases, the mentally ill are subjected to one of these horrific ordeals: whipping, caning, inhaling burnt chili smoke, having their eyes smeared with chili paste or having their eyes branded with red, hot coins. There are laws banning this practice, however, many dargahs and temples keep the patients chained. Some of them spend the rest of their lives like this. In 2001, 26 patients perished in a fire at a dargah in a coastal village because they couldn’t escape the blaze since they were chained. What a horrific and senseless tragedy.
Families of mentally ill people opt for dumping them. This means that they are dumped into an asylum where the conditions are not fit for a human. When an illegal asylum was raided, they found thirty-five men and six boys living in inhuman conditions. The stench from their unwashed bodies and the excrement drove neighbors to alert the health department. Naked and chained inmates were discovered, dumped there by their families after they paid the asylum owner. Some of these poor souls were found crawling in their excrement, some even consuming it. On their bodies were marks of torture. Some had surgical scars on their backs, leading to allegations that the asylum had links to kidney theft. 78 patients had entered the asylum but only 41 were found during the raid.
Other patients are dumped in jungles or forests ranges. Their families pay lorry drivers to drop them. Women and children are among these victims and in some cases, the females are raped by the drivers before being dumped. Social activist Murugan S. who has rescued countless mentally ill people from the streets, cautions us not to judge the families by calling them cruel. Instead we are to examine what forced them to take such extreme measures. He believes that system needs to change.
Part of the solution is raising awareness. The suffering of the mentally ill has been brought to our attention. It is out in the open. The next thing that needs to be done is to show the superstitious and fearful society that mental illness is nothing to run away from or to be ashamed of. The person suffering from mental illness needs love, support and most importantly, proper care so that he or she can live a normal life.
The government needs to put something place to ensure that patients are placed in reputable, sanitary facilities that will provide the care that they need and to ban the operation of illegal asylums and the practice of dumping. Quack healers should be banned from profiting from other people’s suffering. Husbands should not be allowed to institutionalize their wives if there is no record that they have mental illness.
No one wants to be mentally ill but it is a reality for many people and what they need is to know that they have a platform where they can talk about what is happening with them. Here in Canada, we have Bell Let’s Talk, a wide-reaching, multi-year program designed to break the silence around mental illness and support mental health all across the country. It has done so much to fight the stigma of mental illness and encourage people to get involved in educating themselves and others.
It is my sincere hope and prayer that something will be put in place in India so that attitudes toward mental illness would change and those suffering from it will have a platform where they would not be judged, dumped, abandoned or discriminated but supported and be treated with dignity and open minds. In the meantime, let’s keep talking and raising awareness.
Talking is the best way to start breaking down the barriers associated with mental illness – Bell, Let’s Talk
