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in sept. of 2018 i was kidnapped & sexually assaulted by 3 somali young men who to this day i only know the faces of and no names. i still really haven’t come to terms with what happened to me that night & i don’t know if i ever really will. but i can’t be silent anymore.
in sept. of 2018 i was kidnapped & sexually assaulted by 3 somali young men who to this day i only know the faces of and no names. i still really haven’t come to terms with what happened to me that night & i don’t know if i ever really will. but i can’t be silent anymore.
the first guy (not part of the 3) i was with is someone i thought of as a friend. we made plans to kick it that night and i thought it was going to be like all the other nights we hung out; platonic, late night car talks.
we would pull up to minnehaha park because i lived near by but this particular night he wanted to go to some elementary school parking lot in NE mpls. i didn’t question it although my gut had a feeling. not a bad or a good one, just a feeling.
we pulled up and parked. the normal car conversation started up and it was good. what happened next is something i would have never imagined let alone expected.
3 random guys surround the car while one of them is recording on his phone. they open the doors and drag the guy out on the concrete and 2 of the 3 proceed to punch on him. i was in shock because i didn’t understand what was happening. who were they?? where did they come from??
they then come into the car (all 3 of them) and essentially kidnap me. the guy i was originally with was still on the floor. they take his car and me.
they were driving and i was trying to look at road signs to figure out where i was being taken to but i started to have a panic attack. The one guy in the back with me who was holding my head down told me to “stop acting up.”
i realized we were hoping on a ramp for 35W North and i tried to jump out of the car. i opened my door (i was on the right passenger side) & the one sitting next to me grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me back in. at this point i was crying profusely, pleading & hyperventilating
we got to wherever we were and 2 of them hopped out of the car. the one sitting next to me stayed. he then told me that if i didn’t perform a sex act on him that he would post the video they took of me everywhere and “ruin my name.” i felt helpless. like i didn’t have a choice.
he told me it would only be him and the other guys wouldn’t come back. but they did. one by one.
the worst part about it all was the last guy. he was so rough and rude. he would slap me in my face and say “you’re a nasty bitch right?” he asphyxiated me and left me w/ bruises around my neck (i will post the video at the end of this thread). he was the roughest of them all.
all 3 of them tried to convince me to have sex with them. i kept telling them “i can’t do that, i’m a virgin” which is the honest to God truth but they didn’t want to hear that. They each forced their fingers into me.
after all was said and done this is the part i won’t ever understand. they went back to where they took me from & the 1st guy was still there. i was even more so confused when he hopped back into the car.
the 2nd assaulter left and went into what i assume was his car (a gray nissan maxima 2009 or 2010 idk) the others stayed and they took me to my neighborhood. they told me if they ever hear any word of this in the streets that they would “come for me”.
that night i came home and couldn’t sleep. i couldn’t even process what had happened to me. I didn’t even shed my first tear until 2 pm that next afternoon.
after telling my friends, they took me to HCMC and i had a sexual assault kit done. they took samples from under my nails, my neck & my vaginal area.
i was told whatever evidence they found would be held for me for up to one year i think or 6 months. i forgot which. but i was too scared to ever look at what they found.
scared to take that evidence to the police because i felt like an outsider what was going to happen? i take this to court & what? an Oromo girl & Somali boys. only picture i could paint in my head was of their mothers potentially thinking i was trying to tarnish their sons’ names
to top things off they got a hold of my snapchat & phone number & harassed me day after day. calling me from multiple different numbers saying “that was fun, what do you think if we do that again sometime.” i knew who was speaking to me by voice. i will never forget their voices.
i still see one of the 3 from time to time around minneapolis. i don’t know his name but i won’t ever forget his face or his walk. i freeze up everytime and my friends notice but i brush it off. i won’t be brushing it off anymore though.
this is the video of me the day after. my neck is as sore and it hurt to turn my head.
at the end of the day i know what happened to me was NOT. MY. FAULT. no mattter how much i blamed myself with time i realized that i was not in the wrong for any of it. i am healing alhamdulillah & i am dealing. the trauma of it still feels fresh but i have Allah and i have Islam
to everyone who has shown survivors of rape/sexual assault support thank you. we use our voices because we are reminded by YOU ALL that we do have one. i appreciate every single person who made me feel comfortable and supported enough to share.
