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 I started my journey towards change in 2004 when I was 16 and was proud to be called a volunteer in the organization Participatory Development Initiatives PDI. I was in high spirits, wanted to change everything and started with what ever I could do. I wrote poetry, articles and stories against honor killing, and was selected in the international campaign WE CAN end honor killing. I launched an advocacy campaign with the youth of my community in Khuzdar and told them about what difference they can make. I then created boys cricket team, theater groups, youth forums and finally having 400 young members both male and female from the most conservative community of Khuzdar, Baluchistan. In 2006 I gave the name of YGDP to my youth Forum and created links among youth of Sindh and Balochistan. Soon at the beginning of 2007 I was selected as an action partner in Oxfam Australias three year program Oxfam international Youth Partnership (OIYP) and with there support I further enlarged my network of young people in Pakistan. I m now currently: -A member of UNFPA Youth Advisory Panel -Action Partner in Oxfam International Youth Partnership -Focal for a national Youth Advocacy Network -and winner of Young Social Entrepreneur Award in Washington DC! I do believe change is possible, we just need to take the first step towards it and then it becomes a magnetic force itself. one of my poems on Honour Killing: Dear Father Ever remember oh dear father Cradled in your hands was once your only daughter Your eyes were sad, your voice have shook Glint of love did shone in your first look Things changed the very moment of my life Your features changed, boring like a knife I looked toward you with doubt and hope Clutched your dear hand for support I had come in the world knowing not What misfortune with me I brought Life hold realities for me To know and learn and to see To eat my food I had to wait It was one of my assigned fate I waited till me brothers were done I sat there hungry, sometimes having none I worked in the house when my brothers played I never mentioned but oh father I was sad I gazed towards them misty eyed It was when night came, I cried Doing chores and fetching water I ran about obeying each order Days have passed, much in vain Until one day when I was ten Exhausted in the field work of all day I wished to rest and there I lay Tired I was, my eyes had closed Not having known what fate they hold Awoke at once when I felt being dragged I saw you and for mercy I begged Seized I was in your hands I was a sinner, I slept on open lands The hands that cradled me once before To me, they belonged to you no more My heart stopped just at the time And I was killed for an unknown crime Khalida Brohi
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