In regional aftercare, working with girls like Pragati* convinces us that God is at work. It would not be an exaggeration to say that...

Swathi* and her younger sister, Bhavya,* were rescued from the same brothel on the 28th of March 2008. Swathi was tall and thin, tough,...

The following “re-rescue” occurred during a home visit in West Bengal. Two Freedom Firm Social Workers were meeting rescued girls for a...

Rebecca, once known as Karishma*, was Freedom Firm’s first rescue. The twelve-year-old had been forced into prostitution by her...

“I was sold when I was 5 years old because my parents could not afford to feed my sister and me..."

In 2008, Freedom Firm’s Horse Therapy Program (Leg Up) moved onto firmer territory. For two years our ponies lived in the Director’s...

In 2008, Freedom Firm’s school and micro-enterprise business moved to a new day center, a rented three-room building on the beautiful...

After living in the aftercare home for 2 years, Freedom Firm staff felt that Onima was ready to begin reintegrating back into society....

When I first met Hira, the oldest of Freedom Firm's ponies, he greeted me with pinned back ears and a half-hearted attempt at a bite.

The following account was written by a member of staff following Riti's* rescue in Pune in June 2008. I never know how long we will have...

The Freedom Firm aftercare home opened in late 2006 and we called it Roja, the Tamil word for rose. At first, we rented a large bungalow,...

Divya's* mother suffered from severe mental illness and had to be put away. Her father remarried another woman and Divya lived with her...

The possibility of animals having feelings and emotions has not occurred to them before. They are thinking of the horse, not of their fear.

Her past has taught her to resist all things, good or bad, I realized.

Laxmi is from West Bengal, in the North-East of India. When she was twelve years old, her mother died. Her father was chronically ill and...

In September 2006, Freedom Firm established a rehabilitation home for survivors of sex trafficking in an effort to provide aftercare.

My first thought was, who did this? Who tore the photograph into two pieces? As I looked closer, I saw that it was a slow thoughtful tear.