I was on my way to the mosque for Eid prayers.
I was wearing a plain, loose-fitting dress to keep catcallers at bay.
Outside the mosque were a group of guys. They catcalled me and stared at every inch of my body.
After prayers, I thought it would be nice, since the corniche was nearby, to go sit by the Nile with a few friends and maybe take a walk or something.
Nothing wrong with that, right?
We found officers standing there, which was a little out of the ordinary, but at least they’d be able to protect us from harassers I thought.
I had not quite completed that thought when three officers, who were standing a mere few centimeters away, started staring at my breasts and verbally harassing me.
I didn’t react at first, but then I started yelling at them.
Another one winked at me!
Who’s supposed to protect me, then?