#poor Samiya

[simpystarrr]

What ever happened to the sweet, optimistic girl you once were?

Samiya Starr 20 years later

[05-redacted]

While operating on yet another victim of the disease, 049 suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist. The poor guy could barely move his hand without it hurting even more. He took a break for a few hours but when he continued the surgery, the pain returned.

049 mentioned the pains to a certain junior researcher. She told him that it was likely a kind of repetitive strain injury. It was quite surprising he hasn't suffered from RSI any sooner. He spent most of his waking hours performing these surgeries with few breaks. This kind of injury is caused by overuse, after all.

Ima be nice to the Doctor and not post the scooter incident. He needs his rest but thankfully we know Samiya is there to help!!!

Maybe she'll listen to him about that small white haired creature that torments him who knows-

[fairyuim]

something told me it was you ♡

part 1

No day was a 'rest day' for Samiya. No, not even Sunday. For she was the daughter of Peshawar's most skilled and talented baker, the best of them all. And just as the city expected, when she was born, she was granted the same skill and talent- dare I say even better. Every morning she would tie her long black hair up with a snow-coloured ribbon and open up the bakery, greeting the many visitors with a smile one could never forget. She was a hard worker, but she had never once complained about the amount of work she had to do, or how little money she had gained from the hours of kneading and baking she had to do. For she had faith in God, and she knew He would grant her the best of the best.

And the King's prince, Ahad? The exact opposite. From the moment he was born, he was showered in money, gold, diamonds and riches which Samiya would not live a day to see, ever. He was a beautiful man, and regardless of all the capital his family possessed. He had thick black hair, growing to an extent his mother hated. He never wore the same shalwar kameez twice, it seemed low and 'poor' to his parents. No one would have known, though. He had never seen the sun outside of the palace windows, never set his feet on the emerald grass, never been to the best markets his city had to offer. He was trapped, in Hindustan's biggest palace. Many would seem to think his life was beautiful and dream to live a life such as him. But he was sick of it. Sick out of his mind. Sick of the palace and most especially, sick of his own damn father.

.. ♡

"Samiya, beti, can you pass me the milk bottles"

She reached across the counter for the bottles of milk that had been delivered just this morning. The bakery smelled of the sweetest smells that had attracted people all over Peshawar just to get a glimpse of the beauty of the baked goods, and Samiya. She was considered the treasure of the city, bread was just an excuse to visit the bakery. Verily, they all knew one day she would get married, and it pained the city. The men, the women, the children. The thought of Samiya disappearing from their sight pained them all. For she was a treasure, just as I had mentioned. A beautiful one, certainly.

"Baba, it's nearly 6am, we should open, right? I can see people waiting" She asked.

Her father brushed his hands of flour and walked towards the door, smiling at the many people who had come to visit. smiles on all their faces. She got through the day taking orders, rushing around on her feet from one counter to the other. A bit of flour here and there on her face, but she didn't mind. She was happy with the life she had, no complaints.

..♡

The sun's rays fell like honey, colouring the sky a beautiful orange. Ahad woke u from his nap, hair messed up and tangled. he slipped out of his bed and ruffled his hair. Walking to the room his parents were in, he asked the maids and servants for breakfast. Halwa puri, his favourite, and everyone's favourite.

"Ahad beta, come here" The king ordered, gesturing his son to the seat beside him "It's time me and your mother find you a wife."

What a great start to the day. Ahad normally gets this talk once a fortnight anyway, but this was the first time his father had used the phrase "It's time". Before it was always "When", or "Ahad, have you found someone?" whereas in reality he knew it would be arranged. He's a prince after all. Every step he takes is all out of his control.

The look on his fathers face was stern, like never before. One would expect him to lash out to his father and display behaviour you and I would class as simply impertinent. But Ahad was different. He simply smiled, his lips forming a thin line, and nodded slightly. He gave his father a look as if to say 'As you wish, father', and turned his head to greet the servants who had brought him his chai.

shaadi? Ahad thought to himself, a sour feeling warming up in his throat.

Shaadi had never properly crossed Ahad's mind. Certainly, he had thought of his future with a wife and kids, but so soon? God, he had felt his father's words as a straight slap to his face. Because it was never about his happiness, no. His father had cherished the continuation of his lineage far more important than his eldest son's happiness. And Ahad was very, very aware of this. He just hadn't accepted it, yet.

"Listen," The King cleared his throat, "I have a friend of a neighbouring kingdom, and-"

"I'm feeling unwell, I would like to return to my room for a while, Thank you" Ahad had cut him off, watching the expression on his father's face melt from a stern expression to a rather confused and angered tone.

"Very well, son."

Today was indeed a very important day, Ahad did not need to be showing his face infront of his father. He had a large meeting with the fellow king's of bordering kingdoms. So he decided to do something absurd. Really, really absurd.

He was going to break out of the palace, for the first time in 19 years.

..♡

@samifiles

[donewithcapitalistfrayers]

Afterword to the 2nd edition of The Communist Necessity by Joshua Moufawad-Paul

Indeed, my commitment to communism is stronger as I watch my daughter grow up and realize, in her own young way, the problems her generation faces. Her questions become more astute with each year: "why are people poor?" has become "why aren't the rich made to share?"; "why are we hurting the earth" has become "if the environment is bad why isn't the government making it better?"; "why don't we have a bigger home?" has become "why are there big homes and how do you own land?" bourgeois ideologues, of course, denounce such questions as naïve and would treat the fact that children ask them as evidence for the ignorance of childhood. Once you grow up, the realist committed to ruling class ideology argues, you will realize that life is more complex. Hence, socialism is akin to childlike naïveté. The most common conservative narrative is that acceptance of the brutal state of affairs is a sign of maturity—*maturity* is defined as adapting to the capitalist status quo.

Ironically, those who claim that "growing up" means becoming more conservative are often the very same people who valorize childhood knowledge. Numerous conservative academics approvingly cite the scene of the slave boy in Plato's Meno where Socrates argues that children possess a priori knowledge. Conservative Christians enjoy talking about the passage in Matthew where Jesus exhorts his disciples to let the children come to him because they better understand the Kingdom of Heaven. Clearly they find a conception of naïve and pre-critical knowledge useful insofar as it confirms what they decided is the correct understanding of adulthood. So for them it's really not about "growing up"—it's just about whether or not this growing up accords to ruling class ideology.

In any case, I am of the mind that the "naïve" and "pre-critical" criticism of children is telling because it often reveals the ways thought functions before it is captured by ruling class "common sense". The slave children of Plato's time and the children of Jesus' version of occupied Palestine were not confirmations of the state of affairs but fragile subjects whose thought was functioning before the many thresholds of ideological capture. Because, at different stages of development, aspects of ruling class ideology seep in so as to tell children how to "properly" function. I remember when Samiya had no conception of private property and then, one day, she figured out that certain things were supposed to belong to her and other things were supposed to belong to her peers. Socialization according to bourgeois ideology thus begins at an early age—replacing child-like common sense with capitalist common sense—so as to mold subjects according to the structure of class society. Such molding does not let up as we are bombarded, at every step of our lives, with the various ideologies demanding we "grow up" into accepting the dominant state of affairs.

Hence, recognizing the necessity of communism, as well as the chain of historical necessities connected to this recognition, is a lifelong struggle. This struggle should not be to return to the pre-critical awareness of our childhood (which to my mind is akin to the anarchist perspective) but to grow and develop differently. To refuse the cynically backwards view that maturity means adaptation to capitalist reality. Or, we should refuse to see communism as a dream—as a vague notion of it might have appeared in our childhood—but "as an awakening." We can only pursue this king of maturity, this kind of awakening, as part of a collective project that is disciplined, programmatic, and above all committed to revolution.

[biofunmy]

Sold to China as a bride, she came home on brink of death

MAZAIKEWALE, Pakistan — Sold by her family as a bride to a Chinese man, Samiya David spent only two months in China. When she returned to Pakistan, the once robust woman was nearly unrecognizable: malnourished, too weak to walk, her speech confused and disjointed.

“Don’t ask me about what happened to me there” was her only reply to her family’s questions, her cousin Pervaiz Masih said.

Within just a few weeks, she was dead.

David’s mysterious death adds to a growing body of evidence of mistreatment and abuses against Pakistani women and girls, mainly Christians, who have been trafficked to China as brides.

AP investigations have found that traffickers have increasingly targeted Pakistan’s impoverished Christian population over the past two years, paying desperate families to give their daughters and sisters, some of them teenagers, into marriage with Chinese men. Once in China, the women are often isolated, neglected, abused and sold into prostitution, frequently contacting home to plead to be brought back. Some women have told The Associated Press and activists that their husbands at times refused to feed them.

A list attained by the AP documented 629 Pakistani girls and women sold to China as brides in 2018 and up to early 2019. The list was compiled by Pakistani investigators working to break up the trafficking networks. But officials close to the investigation and activists working to rescue the women say that government officials, fearful of hurting Pakistan’s lucrative ties to Beijing, have stifled the investigations.

“These poor people have given their daughters for money, and (in China) they do whatever they want to do with them. No one is there to see what happens to the girls,” said Samiya’s cousin, Masih. “This is the height of cruelty. We are poor people.”

David’s death, at the age of 37, shows the extremes of the cruelties trafficked women face. Other women have described being cut off without support, abused physically and mentally. Previously, the AP spoke to seven girls who were raped repeatedly when forced into prostitution. Activists say they have received reports of at least one trafficked bride killed in China but have been unable to confirm.

David now lies buried in an unmarked grave in a small Christian graveyard overgrown with weeds near her ancestral village of Mazaikewale in Pakistan’s eastern Punjab province.

Before her marriage, she lived in a cramped two-room house with her brother Saber and her widowed mother in Francisabad Colony, a congested Christian neighborhood of small cement and brick houses in a warren of narrow streets in the Punjab city of Gujranwala. Christians are among the poorest in Pakistan, a mostly Muslim nation of 220 million people.

At the urging of a local pastor, her brother took money from brokers to force her into marriage with a Chinese man. The pastor has since been arrested on suspicion of working with traffickers. A few months after their marriage in late 2018, David and her husband left to China. “When she left for China she was healthy. She looked good and strong,” said Masih.

Her husband was from a relatively poor, rural part of eastern Shandong province that has long struggled with lawlessness. The conservative culture in such areas strongly favors male offspring, which under China’s strict population control policies meant that a great deal of little girls were never born, hence the demand for trafficked foreign wives. Overall, China has about 34 million more men than women.

After two months, her brother got a phone call telling him to pick his sister up at the airport in Lahore. He found David in a wheelchair, too weak to walk.

The AP met David in late April. Living again in the house in Francisabad Colony, she showed her wedding photos, taken six months earlier. In one, she was dressed in a white gown, smiling, looking robust, with long, flowing black hair.

David barely resembled the woman in the picture. Her cheeks were sunken, complexion sallow, her tiny frame emaciated and frail. She seemed confused, her speech incoherent. When asked about her wedding or time in China, she lost focus — her words wandering — and at one point suddenly stood to make tea, mumbling about the sugar. She paced, repeating, “I am ok. I am ok.” When asked why she looked so different in the wedding photos, she stared vacantly into space, finally saying, “There is nothing wrong with me.”

“She has the evil eye,” said her brother, who was present at the interview.

She died a few days later, on May 1.

Dr. Meet Khan Tareen treated Samiya on her one visit to his clinic in Lahore.

“She was very malnourished and very weak,” with anemia and jaundice, he said in an interview. Preliminary tests suggested several possible ailments, including organ failure, and he said he told her brother she needed to be hospitalized. “She was so malnourished . . . a very, very, very low weight,” he said.

Her death certificate listed cause of death as “natural.” Her brother has refused to talk to the police about his sister. When contacted by the AP in November, he said there was no autopsy and that he had lost her marriage documents, copies of her husband’s passport and the pictures David had showed the AP.

David’s cousin said the family is hiding the truth because they sold her as a bride. “They have taken money. That is why they are hiding everything,” said Masih, who is a member of the town’s Union Council, which registers marriages and deaths.

Breaking a family’s silence is difficult, said a senior government official familiar with the investigations into the sale of brides.

“They might sell their daughters, and even if they discover that the marriage was bad or she is suffering, they would rather ignore it than lose face in front of friends and family,” he said on condition of anonymity because he is not authorized to speak to the media.

The trafficking networks are operated by Pakistani and Chinese brokers who cruise Christian areas willing to sell daughters and sisters. They are known to pay off pastors, particularly at small, evangelical churches, to encourage their flock to do so.

Christian activist Salim Iqbal, who was among the first to sound the alarm last November about bride trafficking, is in touch with a number of Pakistani women in China via groups on the messaging app We Chat. He said one girl recently told him her husband doesn’t give her food or medicine.

Another woman, Samia Yousaf, who was 24 when she was forced into marriage, told the AP of the abuses she suffered in China.

She and her husband went there after she became pregnant. When she arrived, nothing was as her husband had promised. He wasn’t well off. They lived in one room on the edge of a field, infested with spiders.

She gave birth by cesarean section. Her husband’s sister refused to let her hold her son after the birth and controlled when and for how long she could see the child during her six days in the hospital. “I started screaming at her one time when she took my baby,” Yousaf recalled.

Her husband refused to let her breastfeed her son until doctors implored him to allow her to, she said. Unable to walk without assistance, the doctors asked her husband to take her for a walk and he repeatedly let her fall, refusing to help her back up.

After she left the hospital, abuses continued. Her husband denied her food. “He was cruel. I thought he wanted to kill me,” she said.

Three weeks later, authorities threatened her with jail because her visa had expired. Her husband had kept her passport. Frightened and unwell, she pleaded with him to let her and her son go home to Pakistan.

But he refused to let her take the baby. She discovered her name was not on her son’s registration, only her husband’s.

The last time she saw her son was in September 2017, just before her return.

“Every day I think of my baby,” said Yousaf, who works as a nanny in Lahore. “I wonder what he looks like. My heart is always sad.”

———

Associated Press writer Shahid Aslam in Lahore, Pakistan, contributed to this report.

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[simpystarrr]

Ey you. You want some Starr family lore? You get a bit of Xaviar backstory too!

Samiya's family is... Full of drama. They made her work in the SCP Foundation to continue the "family legacy". And for what? Because they think making her take the same career path as them is what's best? Well that's only part of it.

Her father, Harold has a brother named Amos. Amos betrayed his family and the Foundation to join an enemy organization. Amos did some horrible things and ended up obliterating what must've been the entire Starr family reputation because now they're associated with the Chaos Insurgency.

Amos has a son named Xaviar. But unlike his father, he was part of the Mobile Task Force (MTF). Amos decided to ambush and kill the MTF units. He threw several grenades at the MTF units.This resulted in Xaviar being one of the many casualties. While he survived he was seriously injured. He got some pretty serious burns and shrapnel wounds which almost killed him.

Amos grabbed his injured and unconscious son and took him to the Chaos Insurgency base. He forced his poor son to fake his death and join him to help him destroy the SCP Foundation. He threatened to disown him if he didn't. This is why the Starr family name has associations to the Chaos Insurgency.

Harold used his own children to salvage what's left of the family's reputation. And now poor, sweet, innocent little Samiya has to deal with all this because of her uncle's actions. He believed that Samiya, being one of the youngest scientists to work at the SCP Foundation, will cover up Amos's crimes.

Samiya's parents put a ton of pressure on her when she was a kid, wanting her to get exceptional grades so the Foundation would take her.

Samiya didn't know about her uncle at first and she thought her father was just strict. In reality she was turned into a prodigy to cover up the terrible things done by her uncle she knew nothing about.

[simpystarrr]

Ayo why she going to when she sick? Why her old man got be like that?

Because "such a mild illness is no excuse for important business". (Amazing parenting, I know! /s)

Another possible reason: he thinks she's faking to get out of work 🙃

Just wait until your daughter passes out on the job because of your negligence! Not very good to the Starr Family's image, now is it?

[simpystarrr]

Samiya is here to help!

[simpystarrr]

Continuation of the sick 049 rp thing because I forgor 💀:

Samiya: poor guy's fever has gotten worse... I don't know what's wrong with him. I thought it was just a cold but he can barely sit up now.

(Bird man's suffering never ends)

[simpystarrr]

What about 049 having anemia and he always feels cold all the time? I feel like he'll have like low iron in his blood and would sometimes forget to not get up too fast cause he'll fall right back down and he ends up hurting his right leg in the process :sob:

Baby bird nooooo! I wrote a lil story for this because I love the idea!

I might take more short story requests

SCP-049 forgot that he had to get up slowly, causing him to feel dizzy and lose his balance, falling to the ground with a thud. Other than a mild headache, he didn't feel much at first. That was until he tried to get back up. With his hand on the chair for support, SCP-049 pushed himself back up, immediately feeling an intense pain radiating from his right knee and down his leg. He let out a cry of pain, falling back to the ground. SCP-049 breathed out heavily, letting out several gasps for air.

M- merde... he muttered to himself, squeezing his eyes shut. Tears pushed out of his eyes as he did.

The sound of his containment cell door opening caused his head to shoot up. His eyes met with those of a young woman. Her deep brown eyes sparkled from behind her gold, thin-framed glasses. She quickly ran to the plague doctor, sensing something was wrong. Kneeling down just a foot away from him, the girl spoke.

"Are you okay 049?"

It took a while for him to respond. He let out yet another heavy exhale before he finally responded. "I'm f- fine... I just forgot to get up slowly, that's all." SCP-049 gave her a reassuring look, despite the intense pain in his leg.

"You don't look fine." She said, knowing that he was lying. "Let me help you, 049. You need it."

"Samiya it's fine, I-"

Before SCP-049 could finish his sentence, he felt the warm sensation of Samiya's arms across his shoulders. She stood up slowly, making sure SCP-049 did the same. As SCP-049 got back to his feet, he cried out in pain, trying not to put any weight on his right leg.

A frown stretched across Samiya's face. "Oh you poor thing... sit down okay..." Samiya lead SCP-049 to the comfortable sofa he often sat in while enjoying a nice cup of lavender tea.

Limping, SCP-049 tried to make his way to the sofa. The sooner he got there, the sooner he could sit down. Samiya gently sat him down, letting him lay his head on the heavily padded back cushions.

Samiya gently placed SCP-049's injured leg on the sofa's matching footrest, elevating it slightly. She hugged him tightly, rubbing his back in order to hopefully soothe him. She spoke quietly in such a comforting way. "Come here 049, I'm right here. Your friend Samiya will help you get better."

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Poor Samiya goes through so much for someone who just became an adult a few years ago. She's just an innocent junior researcher following in her family's footsteps. I mean LOOK AT HER!

Omg a pansexual bebe 💕💕💕😭😍💕😭💕💕