Damsel in Distress

  There are things, which are just not forgivable. These kind of things are actually a slap to modern religious people. There are times when I want to hold them by their collars and ask them, what is your opinion about me now? When my office was moved to another place, I had to walk a lot, from the bus stop to reach my office. One day I was completely minding my own business, and a saw a man on the other side of the double road, I noticed him because he was trying to hide his face . I didn't bother, and kept on walking. This same man crossed me over and stopped his motorbike on the side. When I walked past him, he said something to me, I just couldn't forgive. Not in a million years. He dared saying to me, "Nice b*obs, dear" . My blood pressure was shooting, and I walked away, and then I thought to myself, why the hell he dared such a thing. And I walked back to him, and said what came to my mouth. As soon as I confronted him, he started his motorbike and ran away, w...

  At this point, I have forgotten many things that have happened to me, but there are things I still remember, and I'd like to share.  When I used to go college, a Man followed me, I do remember his Yellow Helmet specifically, he said something to me, but I didn't quite understood, and I ignored it. I thought maybe I was imagining things. I went to my college on foot, I was in great shape back then. I did see that man again, near my college. But I thought, maybe he had things to do in the market.  Then again, I was coming back from college, and he was following me again, and said things which I absolutely remember, that felt like sharp knives  in my brain, I started shivering when I heard him. He said: " Sit on my di*k ".  It was obvious, I said a lot of things to him, and he hurried and disappeared in one of the streets on his motorbike, and I was shivering all over, due to adrenaline rush . I barely walked to my house that day. After that, I started shrinking...

I had to conjure up all ghosts of my past, to write this one. That's why it took me so long, to make up my mind. It's one of those memories my brain doesn't let me remember. Due to acute trauma , I suffer from Repressed Memory . I was a school girl back then, after the Earthquake many children decided not to go to school, but I wasn't allowed to skip school. That day I didn't get any bus for school. So I decided to skip school because of obvious reason. As soon as I was leaving for home, I saw a White Car coming towards Me, and it stopped in front of Me, inside it was a Man. It was Suzuki Mehran , and since that day, I hated that model of the Car. The man asked me about where I was going, and he offered me a ride. As a child struggling financially, I was thrilled to ride in a car, and go to school, hoping people will ask me, who dropped me to school, was it my father? So, I sat with that complete stranger, God knows why, and immediately that Man, started fondling me...

 Why is it so controversial?? My Body My Choice!! Its not like, anybody is being affected here. A girl looks at herself in the mirror. Man, I have such big hips. Oh no no,,, God Made you that way, such incredible child bearing hips. 👏 Thank you Sir for checking out my hips. Hips Don't Lie Right?? It took me 33 years to say My Body My Choice. Why?? I lived in fear all my life, thinking maybe I deserved it. Or what went wrong, was it a punishment?? All bodies are beautiful. Why is being beautiful or having a beautiful body a Crime ?? Sure they might have been incredible to check out, that dozens of men have come to Harass to touch my Hips, in the name of fun. On a serious Note, does anybody ever gives it a thought, what a child had gone through, being exposed to sexual touches?? and if nobody cares, why do they care about My Body My Choice?? My Body My Choice means, Yes I have great Hips, they are Mine, and you are not Allowed to Touch, My Body My Choice. Readers Might think I'...