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Survivors are at the core of our mission.

Our rescue, rehabilitation and reintegration programs are a vehicle to repair the damage, restore a sense of self worth and set the foundation to rejoin the world on world on your own terms. Unconditional love, support and care are provided. Our survivors give us hope every day that the end of human trafficking can be achieved. 

 

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Cammie was a college student struggling to pay her tuition when she met her trafficker. He was a charismatic Romeo Trafficker who lured her into a relationship, promising to help and allow her to safely and quickly earn money by dancing for clients. Instead, he forced her into prostitution for two years. *Names have been changed to protect the rescue’s identity. How did this happen? Her story began in Manhattan, New York, where she encountered her trafficker. His charisma and ability to initiate […]

Lisa hadn’t finished middle school by the time she was trafficked. From 13 years onward, she never stayed in school. “There was never an opportunity,” says Sam Wijeyakumar, founder of Rahab’s Daughters. So, Lisa piecemeals 1.5 high school credits until her rescue at age 17.Naturally, one of the first goals we had for Lisa, after settling her in a group home, was getting her enrolled in school. But the path back to reintegration is never a straight line.Part of how Rahab’s Daughters works with […]

Maria woke up to the sound of the alarm on her old, cracked phone vibrating on the wooden nightstand beside her. It was 4:30 AM, and the city outside her tiny window was still cloaked in darkness. Her body resisted the movement, her muscles sore and stiff from the previous day’s work, but she knew there was no choice. If she didn’t get up, she wouldn’t get paid, and she couldn’t afford that. Read More…

Javier woke up before dawn, the air still heavy with the humidity of the night. His muscles ached from the previous day’s work, but there was no time to rest. He rolled off the thin mat on the cold concrete floor, careful not to disturb the others crammed into the small room. There were ten of them in the dimly lit space, all men from different parts of the world, but united by their grim circumstances. Read More…
Lila woke up to the sharp sound of her alarm cutting through the early morning silence. It was 3:45 AM, hours before the city would stir awake. She reached out with a trembling hand to silence the noise, her body heavy with exhaustion. Every muscle ached as she pulled herself out of the makeshift bed—a thin mattress on the floor of the dingy apartment she shared Read More…

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