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...

  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...

 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...