It was the second year of college. I was going through a lot of problems at the time. They were either related to college, home, or relationships. I used to talk to and confide in a spiritual guide who knew my family. gender violence, sexual violence, harassment
I was leaning against a pole behind the driver’s seat, and through the crowd, I saw a man smiling at me. I closed my eyes for a bit—I was dying to sleep—and when I opened them again, the man was standing in front of me, holding onto the pole I was leaning against.
I found out what harassment was when I was in sixth grade. I’ll never forget that day. I’ll never forget what he looked like. It was in the morning and the streets were relatively empty. He was moving behind me on a bike. I suddenly felt his hand on my body. gender violence, harassment, the street
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. “In front of the Holy Kaaba, you kaafir?!” I screamed.
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