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...

  Everybody talks about work place harassment , but what about harassment , on the roads?  Oh, it must have been your heels! You must have had inappropriate clothes to entice the other gender. Men are like that, it's the women who need to be careful. Don't give them a chance to harass you. Okay !! Here is what I have to say, to all this.  One day, I had some shopping to do, So I took another route from my office . To shop on my way back home, and enjoy the weather. I noticed one thing, men were scanning me head to toe, no matter what I'm wearing, and if I'm wearing a denim under my Abaya , well they'd even comment " wh*re ". Yes, I heard it. According to them, those who wear denims , even under well covered clothes are not good women.  So, I shopped, I can't remember what now. And while I was minding my own business, a man kept following me on Motorbike . He was wearing western clothes. An expensive helmet and Mask under it, to conceal his identity. E...

  There are things that make me wonder, why things like that happen to us? Things that haunt us for a lot of time. The trauma and the after math, was it really my fault? While I was a young graduate , and I had my first job, I was enjoying my finances , I remember being in the market with my sister, and sometimes alone. I heard comments from people, which still haunt me. As in why would people chose to say such awful things about a woman, who is completely minding her own business?  I was once shopping, with my sister, for fabric, and the man at the shop was extra friendly. I didn't notice anything off with him until, when I was handling cash, he held my hand. I was SHOCKED ! And then an awkward eye contact, he smiled. That wicked smile. Handed over the extra Cash. I took my stuff and left. Funny part is, I wasn't alone. I don't remember talking about it, with a person. I kept it to myself. I thought about what went wrong. Did I do something wrong to deserve this? What exac...

 I guess this was the reason, I never liked drivers, it was long embedded in my system, not to trust the drivers. It was just my  Trauma Response . It is very easy to say to a woman, why do you go outside? why do you get in a situation like that? The answer is simple, we women go out to do things, like jobs, and study, sometimes travel to other cities for better medical facilities, and what do we get in the way? TRAUMA! I don't remember my age from the incident, maybe I was a young grad student, I was travelling with my sister, to visit hospital. It was when we were coming back, in public transport. How can I forget? The driver of course. Me and my sister were on the passenger seat, the back was too high that people behind could not see what is happening on the front seat. Yes, that gives the CULPRITS their plain to play well. At first I thought maybe the driver made a mistake, maybe I am just overthinking, Why would he do  that? Even though, he seemed like a drug addict...