I was wearing a headscarf and a long, roomy skirt.
I was walking down the sidewalk,
By the walls of the university.
Soldier-like.
At 2 in the afternoon.
I heard someone walking behind me, moaning.
Then suddenly, he got really close and said,
“You’ll need to clean your skirt, because I came on you!”
I didn’t even understand what he meant.
I reached back to check and found stuff on my skirt.
I ran to the university and washed my skirt.
Then I went home and didn’t leave for two weeks.