It happened during Eid.
I was out with my sister and cousin. They’re both younger than I am—high school students.
It was really crowded, especially in Ras el-Bar.
I made them walk ahead me; I was afraid someone would try to assault them from behind.
All of a sudden, I felt someone touch me from behind. I was taken aback and nearly burst into tears.
He walked past me like nothing had happened.
I raised my bag and hit him over the head.
I was afraid I’d hit the wrong person, but I could tell it was him from the way he kept looking all around him, acting like someone who had done something wrong.
He started yelling that he hadn’t done anything.
I broke down and started sobbing.
The “respectable”, “chivalrous” men standing nearby started laughing and making fun of my high-pitched yelling. One “gentleman” in particular told me to calm down.
My sister turned around and gave him a thorough cussing out!