The day, since the very beginning, was filled with leery looks, catcalling, men rubbing against me, pestering me, and hands trying to grope me. Whenever I lean forward to pick something up, everyone starts staring at my breasts.
The first taxi I stopped:
- "Garden City?"
-"Who could possibly say no to a beauty like you?"
-"Let me out here!"
The second taxi I stopped:
- "Hello, beautiful. You look like you just dropped in from the North Coast or Hurghada."
-"Let me out here!"

The third taxi I stopped:
- "So, are you still a student or did you graduate?"
-"Let me out here!"
The fourth taxi argued with me about the fare, right next to my house.
He suddenly turned around and exclaimed, "You dirty bitch!"
He was just about to reach out to hit me when I got out of the cab and called for our doorman.
At once all the doormen from the neighborhood gathered, and I was suddenly a second-class citizen.
No one was listening to me as I explained that he had insulted me and tried to hit me.
I felt like I did not exist.
-"Keep quiet. The men are talking now."
-"Go home, what do you want? We're here now."
-"Go upstairs now."
-"Go home."
-"The men are talking."
I felt inferior to every man standing there, just because I wasn’t born with a penis.