I was pushed against a wall, then I was pushed and shoved some more until I found myself inside a clothes shop on Talaat Harb Street.
The attacks were random but very aggressive.
I could hear gunshots.

I was with around 10 other girls.
We were trapped inside a very small space between the glass doors of the shop and an exterior iron door—a space big enough for one or two people at the most. It was dark and there was no air.
We kept pushing the glass doors, trying to get into the shop, but the women who worked there had locked the doors from the inside.
The owner had rolled down the metal shutters of the shop. He didn’t care if we suffocated to death, so long as his shop wasn’t destroyed.

The girls next to me were spasming and screaming.
We kept screaming at the people inside the store to either let us in or out of the shop.
“Don’t you dare open the door, girl!” the owner kept shouting to the women working inside.
All throughout, I could hear the harassers outside yelling: "Come out so we can have a bit of fun with you!" We could hear them beating on the iron shutters.
I prayed the glass wouldn’t break, even though I had seen two girls on the ground right before I got trapped and I’d seen men standing over them, pulling their clothes off.
"Don’t push me!"
I couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen to me if I managed to get out. Would they grab me? Undress me?

I just wanted to breathe.
I just didn't know if I did manage to make it out, would I be able to run away from them?