Damsel in Distress

  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...

 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...

  Why is being soft and innocent is such a crime?? It’s easy, women and children are easy targets, always at the receiving end of evils of the society. Here are 7 Reasons Why Men Harass Women and Children: Poverty: Poverty often leads individuals down a dark path, where desperation can cloud judgment and morality. The harsh reality is that poverty creates an environment ripe for crime, as those struggling to survive may resort to unethical means to meet their needs. In this sense, poverty can transform the mind into a breeding ground for harmful thoughts and actions, making it easier for individuals to justify their wrongdoings. The impact of poverty extends beyond the individual, affecting countless victims who suffer as a result. When someone in poverty commits a crime, it can leave deep emotional scars on their victims, often leading to lifelong trauma. Unfortunately, many of these victims choose to remain silent, feeling powerless in the face of their suffering. Only a small fr...

 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'...