Untold Story - Insights On Being Human

By Aleka Rose

Untold Story is a bold, courageous look at what it means to heal after trauma. It is an adventure in forgiveness and self-love. Aleka Rose tells her story with raw honesty and deep insight. She exposes herself so we all can learn from her experiences. She gives us great ideas on how to begin and continue the process of healing. Mixed in with amazing quotes from Maya Angelou, Aleka takes us along for an incredible journey from being a victim to becoming empowered, aware and thriving.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Feb 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9781387590605

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Untold Story - Insights On Being Human

Untold Story

Insights On Being Human

By Aleka Rose

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©2018 Aleka Rose

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ISBN:  978-1-387-59060-5

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Interior photography by:  Kaylin Crawford

Find Kaylin on Instagram:  @Kaylinann

Rose graphic by:  Kahlil Stephens

Cover photography by: Michelle Wright

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Dedication

To my younger self:  You have suffered in silence for far too long. I have found our voice.

Acknowledgements

To my Divine Creator, thank you. Without my spiritual connection to the Divine I would not be here in my right mind and this book would not exist.

To my children Ebani, Dominique and Kahlil, thank you for your everlasting love and support. Thank you for loving me even when I didn't love myself. You all loved me through this book writing process. Kahlil, thank you for my rose. To Suzanne, my beautiful mother, who believed in me enough to give me the money for my laptop to start writing, your support has been needed and appreciated. To the love of my life, Ron, thank you for your support and ideas.

Dyan Diamond, you are the absolute best and I don't think I would have finished this book without you. You are the most patient, kind and loving person I know. Thank you for loving me and believing in me. Your encouraging words and soft reminders were a tremendous help in this journey. Not only did you check on how the book was coming along but you always made sure to ask me how I was. I look forward to working with you more in the future.

Dean Ballenger and Nicole Harris, thank you for your love, support and encouraging words.

True North House family, thank you very much for the work you have done with my book.

Kaylin Crawford, my photographer, a beautiful lady with a beautiful spirit. Thank you so much for your photography skills. Bless you all.

The Dream

At the thought of writing a book, I went through all of my journals. While going through my journals I found a dream I had written about. In the dream I had only two of my four children and we were walking up a hill. The hill was familiar as it was an old street from my childhood. The setting of the dream takes place in my old childhood hometown neighborhood. Homewood in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

The hill, the house and the neighborhood homes all looked exactly as I remembered them when I was a child. The trees and fences were just as they were then. During this dream I walked hand in hand with two of my girls; one on my right side and the other on my left side. On reaching the mid-way point going up the hill, I noticed to my left the old gray and white house I grew up in. 

I walked over to the sidewalk in front of the house. Standing on the porch was a young girl and several males of various ages. The little girl appeared to be about seven years old and she was close to the age of my two daughters that were with me. The little girl, brown skinned with tight curly hair and beautiful brown eyes, looked very familiar but I couldn't come up with her name. I didn't recognize any of the males as their faces were blurred. I was able to see their clothing. It varied from jeans to slacks, from sweaters to t shirts and wife beaters. The little girl didn’t speak verbally, but she did speak to me through her body language and eyes. 

Her eyes screamed out to me, full of fear. Her body looked to be asking me for help, to rescue her from being on that porch. She gave me the feeling that she didn't feel safe, that she was in a bad situation. I wanted to say, You look frightened little girl and I wish I could help you, but you see if I go to help you, those guys may try to hurt my children. I didn't say it out loud so the little girl could hear me. I was secretly worried about my own daughters being raped. I thought of the worst possible scenarios that could happen there.

Another thought I had was that these men might take my children and I'd never see them again. Please don’t cry little girl, I really wish I could help, I wanted to say. My children and I continued our walk up the long hill and that's how the dream ended. 

I remember feeling awkward in the dream because I decided to walk away. Within the dream I questioned if it was the best choice, and even when I awakened from the dream I continued to question my decision. I remember thinking that the safety of my children was of the utmost importance. I guess even at the sake of another child's life.

Would I make the same decision if this actually happened? I honestly didn't know and I didn't even want to think about that. The next day I went over the dream in my mind again. Was there a way, any other way that I could protect my children and also protect that little girl? I reasoned to myself that I did the absolute best I could by sending someone to help her. It wasn’t until years later I understood my dream better. 

When I came across this dream again in my journal, I was in a different place emotionally. I had been through many experiences