I think violence doesn't concern only husband and wive. It also concern brother who beats his sister.
My name is Myriam, I have long been stigmatized and misunderstood by my siblings. Born into a family where possible sanctions were physical violence. Then, the Malagasy education also consists in the importance for the elderly. Since I'm the youngest, I had no right to speak or to share my views on the decisions. Otherwise, my brothers or my father beats me. When I was 10, I thought that this kind of education was productive. But growing up, I rebelled. At thirteen, I started to dare to talk about what engages me to take responsibility. I received in return, electric wires, slaps and nicknames like "stranger," "fool," "the damned". They call me like this until now despite my several business and my commitments in various associations. Today I am 28 years old. I manage two charities for young people and women. I help young people seeking employment to gain confidence, develop their sense of entrepreneurship. I travel to different countries and advocate for young Malagasy who are often misunderstood like me, discriminated against and poorly judged. I meet different kinds of people, all ages and social class confused. I am the spokesman of Malagasy youth in achieving the objectives of sustainable development, thanks to my association. Then, I work in an international NGO working for Disaster Risk Reduction. My actions are cited more than once in the national and international media. I inspire young people like me to serve the country, Madagascar. This year I created the school of women and single mothers who have had to abandon their studies. I help them get their first university degree, through my own ways. Finally, I have a wife fulfilling life alongside a brilliant and understanding man. Despite these commitments, I always carry with me the scars of my past. There is barely a year, I prepared my wedding. On table, my oldest brother gave me a look and said "you will not succeed your marriage, I give you 5 years and you will be damned." Why is this threat? He asked me about my dessert and I have refused him! Another anecdote, yesterday I complimented a friend who graduated with high scores. As there is a language code between us, I did it. But my other brother did not understand and reply to everyone "You sound like a cave woman! We are in the twentieth century, the time is advanced and there is no place for the late men. You're not even important; you have nothing accomplished in your life then shut up! ". If you knew what kind of critics are heavy! So imagine how I feel every time I confronted my brothers! For them, I am the girl who should be silent, which is damn if I'm not what they tell me to do.
This is my real me, everyone is free to accept me or not. Everyday, I fight against inequality and all other kind of discrimination and judgments because I don’t want anyone suffers the same cavalry which I endorses. I am friend with everyone, whoever is poor or rich, jwhatever their functions or statuts in society. I am able to discuss to minister as with a street seller.
In this photo, I was at one of the poorest community at Antananarivo, the capital of Madagascar. The people who lives there doesn't have no more than 1 USD per day to survive, they eat once a day, but it doesn"t mean that they are less important than us, no! They are human, we are all the same and they can teach us more that we could share for them! But, for who doesn't understand this way of thinking is "foolish" or "derogative".