I was out with mama, baba, and my siblings to buy a birthday gift for baba.
It was Ramadan, so I wasn't wearing any makeup or revealing clothing.
Not that I usually did outside of Ramadan; I don’t like getting catcalled.
So, we were walking down the street, my sisters and I,
when out of nowhere, a guy shoots at me with one of those BB guns.
I screamed. The pellet hit my back,
leaving what would later become a scar.
I spun around to see who did it, but he was gone.
I started cursing all men at the top of my voice,
not caring who heard me.
Mama and baba were yelling, but the man had disappeared.
He had no respect for the holy month of Ramadan. May God punish him.