I'm in Al-Madina al-Monawara now.
A few days ago, I was performing the “farewell tawaaf”—circling the Kaaba for the final time.
I was lucky enough to get the opportunity to pray inside Hijr-Ismail: a small area facing the Kaaba that is bordered by a low, semi-circle-shaped wall.
As I was leaving Hijr-Ismail—it can get really crowded there—I felt someone shove their hand between my legs and grope me.

I immediately spun around and started punching the man behind me.
“It wasn’t me!” he kept saying over and over, "It was him over there!”  
The idiot had pointed at one of the religious police from the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice.
I continued to punch him. I couldn’t stop.
“In front of the Holy Kaaba, you kaafir?!” I screamed.

What I found strange was that some people standing nearby started blaming me for entering a crowded area!
He was taken away by officers from the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice committee. One of them slapped him across the face and the other was preparing to whip him.
I simply cannot stand men ever since.