There are a lot of stories.
Starting with the first harassment incident on the bus,
When I was 9 years old.
I remember all the details so clearly.

My mother used to always take us to school in a taxi,
Because she’d worry about us.
She wasn’t feeling well one day,
And she made our big brother take us to school.
When we got on the bus,
We saw one of our neighbors.
He called out to me and my sister,
And he made me sit on his lap because it was crowded.

I had no idea what was going to happen then.
He put his hand on my private area.
I can’t say anymore.
I remember feeling embarrassed.
I never told anyone.
I was scared.
I was too scared to tell anyone.
A girl at school asked me,
“Was the guy whose lap you sat on your relative?”
“No,” I replied.
“Then don’t talk to him again.
He’s not a good man.”
He must’ve done something to her.

The second incident happened when I was 25 years old.
I was on my way to an exam in the morning,
When an asshole spanked me.
I ran after the motorbike,
But I couldn’t catch him.
I cried.

I’m 30 years old,
And I don’t want to get married,
Or be in a relationship.
I hate all men.
And by the way,
I get harassed every day,
Even if it’s just verbal harassment.
But now, I know how to stand up for myself.