Date: First day of Eid, 2 pm.
Place: Downtown, Talaat Harb Square.
The story in detail:
I went out,
With my mind made up.
I was going to get a haircut.

I went to the hair salon I always go to in Downtown.
I arrived there at 11:30 a.m.
Downtown is beautiful at that time.
It’s clean and empty.

I cut my hair,
And left the hair salon.
I was tempted to take a walk.
The streets were empty now,
Since Ramadan was over.
I walked down the street until I reached Talaat Harb square.
As soon as I got there,
I found groups of young adults and children all over the square.
There were groups of no less than 10 children each.
I decided to end my walk
And get into a cab before Eid was ruined for me.
I stood across from Groppi cafe.
Standing at Groppi, was a group of young men hailing a taxi.
Everything was fine until that point.

The taxi stopped on my side of the street.
The men who hailed it crossed the street to get in.
One of them opened the door and said,
“Come with us,”
As he winked and bit his lip.
“Watch yourself!” I shouted.
Before I could even finish the sentence,
I found him coming up to me,
With his hand raised to hit me.
“I wasn’t talking to you!
You whore!”
As I was cursing him,
A guy came up to me and asked,
“Is he bothering you, miss?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“He is.”
He ran towards him and caught him.
(He was a volunteer with the Stop Harassers initiative.)
At the same time,
A girl from the same group held my hand to calm me down.
“Move away, now.
They’ll deal with him,” she told me.

Then all of a sudden,
A woman wearing a black abaya and veil,
Started yelling at the Stop Harassers volunteers,
“You’re young men.
Are you going to kill each other over this bimbo?”
People started gathering around them,
Until the guy got away.
She then tried to pick a fight with me.

“What are you doing on the streets now?
You must want to be harassed.”
As I was about to answer her,
I noticed the guy had left and was walking away.
“I’m not letting him go to fight with the likes of you!” I said to her,
As I ran towards the guy.

That’s when a police officer showed up and asked me,
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to file a report.”
Before I could finish my sentence,
One of the volunteers ran and caught the guy.
He handed him over to the police officer.
The volunteers stayed with me the whole time.
When we reached the police station in Tahrir,
The harasser put on an act.
“Why would I harass her?
She’s not young or old.
There’s nothing special about her.”
I was quite confused at that point.
If I’m neither young, nor old,
Then what am I?

When we arrived at the police station,
The girl got me water so I could calm down.
When I calmed down,
I told them what happened.
Then two men appeared.
One of them was an army officer, or that’s what he said.
In a very low voice,
And a discreet manner,
He told me,
“Let it go.
He’s just a kid.”
“He needs to learn his lesson,” I said.
“Very well.
Do as you please.”
The other man all of a sudden decided to testify for the kid.
He said that, from his point of view,
The kid meant to tell me to get in the taxi with them,
Instead of having to wait in the street.
I filed the report,
And put in the testimony of the volunteer.
She was there from the start.
The man testified with him.
That vile man.

Afterwards,we went to Asr El Nil police station.
He was handcuffed to a police officer.
I was there with the two volunteers.
There, I told the assistant detective what went down.
He filed the report,
And gave me its number.
He told me to go to the Prosecutor’s Office at 7.
And that’s the end of the story.

First of all,
This kid is 15 years old.
I’m not going to take my revenge by sending a kid to juvenile detention,
Where he’ll become a real criminal.
Second of all,
I got my revenge the way I wanted.
He was humiliated,
And taken into custody.
Eid was ruined for him.
Third of all,
The man who testified with him,
Is the reason why the lawsuit failed,
According to a lawyer.
I’ll let the report be dismissed,
And I’ll let the kid out.
But I’m sure,
That he’ll think about it a hundred times,
Before he decides to do this again.
I took my revenge,
Without ruining his life.