We were on our way to Qena from Luxor.
We took the two seats behind the driver.
Our friend sat next to him.
Old men around the age of 56 sat behind us.
“I feel something strange,” the friend sitting next to me said as the bus started to move.
“It must be because I’m moving a lot,” I responded.
“No, I swear I feel something strange!” she said.
She calmed down a bit, then said “I grabbed his fingers, I swear.”

I was shocked because the man in the seat directly behind her was an old man,
So there was no way it was him.
I was even more shocked that she told me, assuming that I’m strong and I’ll know how to act.
But I had never seen a harassment incident like that.
I didn’t say anything.
The moment she realized his hands were on her, he kept getting closer, saying “I swear it wasn’t me. I swear it wasn’t me!”

In an isolated area, the driver suddenly stopped and the guy was about to get off,
When my friend spoke up: “What? You’re leaving already? Is it because you’ve finished with me and think I won’t say anything? Because you’re wrong!”
Our other friend got off the bus, and he beat him up until the guy was about to die.
And all the people on the bus kept imploring her to let it go: “The man’s as old as your father. He’s an old man. Forgive him!”