Damsel in Distress

  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 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...