I didn’t know what violation meant.
It all started near the ful cart.
It’s when the mosque’s sheikh made me stand next to him because it was crowded.
I suddenly found his hand on my breast.
I didn’t understand what was going on, but I knew I had to get away from him.
A couple of days later, I was almost kidnapped.
His hand touched every part of my body.
He pushed me to the ground and ran away because I wouldn’t stop screaming.
I still remember what they look like and I hope they die.
Later, someone grabbed my breast in the street for the second time.
I was too afraid to say anything because I knew I would be blamed for it.
I cried a lot.
I changed after those incidents.
I’ve become an aggressive person.
I’m angry at society with all its classes,
And the system that brought those barbarians to life.
Now, I beat up whoever comes near me.
I’m not afraid of anyone.
I even defend any girl I see being harassed.
I’m proud of myself despite the fact that they think I’m “impolite.”