The Making of the Prodigal Daughter

We arrived at a secluded area surrounded by trees and bushes. He started groping my breasts and pulled my hand inside of his pants. He was extremely aroused. I pulled my hands back, promising not to tell anyone if he brought me back to the club. I tried to ask him how his girlfriend would feel if she found out what he was trying to do to me. Like his best friend, he ignored my plea. He started telling me I was beautiful and how much I would like what he was about to do to me. I was disgusted. He crossed over the seat to get on top of me. I started to cry and begged even more for him to take me back to the club. I tried to push him off of me, but my small hands didn’t move his muscular frame. He laid the seat back and as I was forced down, he created room for me to raise my knee to his groin. I kneed him as hard as I could. He was enraged and began beating me. He cursed me and said, I een have ta take nuthin from no woman. I have many women who would give it ta me fa free. He sat back into the driver’s side. I was in pain, but I was smiling on the inside because I wasn’t getting raped today. The Making of The Prodigal Daughter is a true story of a modern-day prodigal who has lived a life of shame, condemnation, and self-hatred. Like the prodigal son, Rashida left home for a foreign land, squandered her inheritance, and served in the pigpen. In her story, you’ll bear witness to the journey of how a woman who was once a Holy Ghost-filled Christian found herself broken and left for dead in the enemy’s territory. In The Making of The Prodigal Daughter, Rashida gives a raw account of living in the worst sin known to Christians.