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“You have to be fearless if you want to fight your fears”

June 24, 2016 By Contributor

“Tum Ghar Mein Raho gii, Tou Mard Apni Auqaat Mei Rahay Ga” (If you stay in home, men will stay in limit). While scrolling Facebook, I saw this post and the caption took me to part of my past life. I am sharing the story of my life for girls who are going through same situation now.

“A woman doesn’t walk down the street for your entertainment.”

This is the message for girls who have been tortured by “so called” lovers roaming around streets, to all the roadside Romeos that if a woman steps out of her house, it doesn’t mean that you own her. It doesn’t mean that she is trying to impress you. If you find her attractive, it doesn’t mean that she is now your property.

Those were the days when I was only 13 and afraid to go out of the house even with my family. I knew if I would step out and he would be standing right there to give me horrendous look. Who was he? I had no idea. He was a man of almost 25 who always welcomed me with a luring gaze. I was scared because I just didn’t want some stranger to stop me in the street, and it was the scariest moment for me when he stopped me. He claimed that he loved me and threatened that if I would reject his proposal he would make my life like a hell.

In those three years there wasn’t a single day when he was not in the street. After sharing the situation with my very close friend I got this reply, “How come he follows you that much if you don’t respond him? You should stay quiet because he is a man he can do anything with you, even he can throw acid on your face.”

That day, I realized that I am living in a patriarchal society where women are far weaker than males. The realization of weakness was not just for my own self. It gave me a thought in my young age about how feeble a female creature is! They have to bear the situation by staying quiet and are not allowed to share it with anyone. If they do so, they would be blamed by the people. So, I kept quiet for 3 years. This is how I lost my confidence.

It was not about a single guy who harassed me, there were others too who did the same. I often went through such kind of experiences. I was overwhelmed by the idea of being captured by such strangers. Often it became difficult for me to have control of my nerves. I remember that day when I was coming back from school all alone, a man was following me. He seemed like 40 years old. When I noticed, I began to walk fast. He was coming behind me and I started running. I started crying and finally reached home. I was not confident enough to face him. I was getting more upset day by day and when someone tried to ask what happened? I had to say I’m just fine. I wish I could say I am a daughter hiding my depression. I am a sister making a good impression. I am a friend acting like I’m fine. I am a teenager pushing my tears aside. I wish I could say..!

These types of incidents were increasing day by day. It seems like I was going through hell at that time. I was caught in an inferiority complex. I decided to hide all these situations from my family. I still remember the disappointed face of my father from seeing me aggressive all the time. This aggressiveness wasn’t intentionally. It was a negative change that was injected into my personality. I wished to live and enjoy a normal life.

I was wondering: how could someone claim that he loves you through harassment? This question was spinning in my mind and then one night I was so depressed. I was fed up. I was hiding what I was feeling but I was tired of holding this inside my head. I had lost self-belief. I started hating myself, but then I decided to tell everything to my father. The next morning I told everything to him. He gave me confidence and courage by explaining the status and importance of women in Islam. He appreciated me and then gradually all those matters started resolving.

It was just because of my father I again started living my life. I found females stronger than ever. A clean conscience is a good pillow. I realized that sometimes the smallest step in the right direction ends up being the biggest step of your life. Though my past was spoiled by those road Romeos, I decided not to spoil my present and future by the losers who have nothing else to do. They just comfort themselves by seeing you being tortured and disheartened. I trusted Almighty Allah and with this confidence I continued my life and started achieving success.

I started socializing more. When I turned 17, I got selected for an exchange program and visited the United States. Only seven students from Pakistan got that chance and I was the lucky one from Rawalpindi. It was an honor for me to represent my country abroad and I did it successfully. I still remember I didn’t know my own strength and I crashed down. I had no hope, I thought I would break. But thank you for all the difficult people in my life who have shown me exactly who I am and who I should be. I thought I’d never find my way.

But right now I am a student of mass communication. I am an executive board member of Pakistan US alumni network. I confidently help them in organizing different events where I interact with all the people with courage. I am also the director at Alms 360 and do my job assertively. I was also invited as a speaker in SPELT conference 2015. I never knew that I would be able to face any males in my life. But my life taught me not to judge the picture by the frame, not every man is the same. There are real men too who have good intentions and good character. I learned to keep going even in bad times, I learned not to lose hope. I learned from the best to become better.

Above all, it doesn’t upset me anymore, the filthy looks don’t make me scared but stronger. I’m brave enough to face such losers. I can easily threaten them by saying nothing but just glaring aggressively in their eyes. Now I can utter the words that are in my heart. I don’t give myself any reason to hate me anymore. I learned to stay positive even when if it feels like your life is falling apart. It’s better to share your problems with your parents.

Nobody on earth can ever be more sincere with you than your parents. After all it takes one to know, be patient, sometimes you have to go through the worst to get the best. “You have to be fearless if you want to fight your fears, never ever downgrade your ideal in the moments of weakness.”

Optional: What’s one way you think we can make public places safer for everyone?

We can make public paces safer by educating specially men of that society because no educated men will harrass any woman.

– Sabeen Farooq

Location: Rawalpindi, Pakistan

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“I’m 16. I shouldn’t be afraid to walk down the street, but I am.”

June 23, 2016 By Contributor

I’m 16. I should be living my life to the fullest, enjoying my teenage years, going out and not having a single worry. Instead, I’m afraid to walk home from school without having a guy friend with me. I have nightmares and I fear every male over 14 that I don’t know personally. I download apps in order to keep myself safe and practise how fast I can dial 112 at home. I sometimes carry a pocket knife with me. And the worst part is, that’s not just me – that’s the majority of females. Because nearly every one of us has been street harassed at some point of their lives and once it happens, it’s hard to forget. You fear it will happen again and so you do everything you can to avoid it from happening – you take different roads, different people with you, but it often doesn’t help. At least with me it doesn’t.

I’m 16 and only in the past week, I’ve been street harassed twice. By the same person. I haven’t even seen his face because I am too afraid to turn around when he calls after me – I only know his voice and it gives me chills. After the first time, I changed routes but I still met him. Both times he wasn’t alone – when he talks he uses “we”. And if it isn’t him, it’s someone else. Street harassment happens to me all the time – people yelling at me about my lipstick, my skirts, my hair – people I don’t even know judging my looks and my behaviour and calling me with words I do not wish to share.

I’m 16. My skirt is not short because I’m trying to seduce you – my skirt is short because it is very hot outside.

I’m 16. I’m not swaying my hips at you – that’s just the way I walk.

I’m 16. I shouldn’t be afraid to walk down the street, but I am. And the saddest part is, I have a reason to be.

Optional: What’s one way you think we can make public places safer for everyone?

We can make public places safer by educating males and teaching them how to treat females. We should raise awarness about street harassment and tell people to help when they see it happening.

– Anonymous

Location: Europe

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“Took the top off my coffee and threw the full thing in his face”

June 22, 2016 By Contributor

After being harassed in the streets every day during my commute to work and over my lunch hour when I left the building to find food, I had had enough. A man on his bicycle waiting at the door of an apartment made the kissy sound, you know the one… it makes my skin crawl every time I hear it. I had just come from Starbucks and had a full coffee. I turned around and told him to f**k off, stop harassing women, I don’t want to hear any more of your bullshit opinions about my body.

He looked at me and smiled viciously, dramatically pursing his lips again and making the sound, he seemed excited for my angry reaction. I saw red, took the top off my coffee and threw the full thing in his face.

As I walked away he was screaming behind me, “You crazy, dumb bitch.” I kept walking as he was screaming, and everyone around me was laughing like it was hilarious. I hate my body sometimes, I hate being inside of it, I hate being SO AWARE of it all the time. I want to be left alone, I want to be able to get lunch in peace.

Optional: What’s one way you think we can make public places safer for everyone?

Laws must be made AND ENFORCED.

– Anonymous

Location: Buenos Aires, Argentina

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“Make it known”

June 22, 2016 By Contributor

I have been harassed four times this week by men standing on scaffolding. This is something I have come to accept in daily life as the norm. My male friends seem not to know or understand that this is happening and my female friends don’t talk about it.

After these men shouted again today at me with more sexual profanities, I decided to call the police, once I took the long way home avoiding these men. Once I was through to the police, I was really happy to be talking to a woman. But not for long. The policewoman seemed to think I was blowing everything out of proportion and suggested I go up to these men in the street and tell them how it was making me feel and that they should stop.

Any woman who knows what type of situation this is will know that this will not only fan the flames and encourage them, but will bring the spotlight on me more. This will cause a scene and they will most likely laugh and shout more. I wouldn’t want them to see my face more and give them any kind of satisfaction from communicating with them. Plus, since they are only a few houses away, they will know where I live.

After I told the policewoman this, she said, “What are you even expecting them to do?”

I held onto the phone in silence, but in my mind I felt like shouting, “Rape me” “Follow me” “Harass me more.”

Isn’t it bad enough that they are already verbally abusing me everyday?

I said, “Sorry. I don’t understand, why are you not taking me seriously?”

I think she then was worried as she said she would look up the address and try and call the residence and tell them the police have had a complaint.

Since I was around 11, I have noticed and experienced this sort of abuse from men. After hearing a woman police officer sympathise with these men, I questioned it myself. Maybe I was being too much of a wimp or that I need to be stronger… but NO! it’s not right, and it never is. I say complain every time, tell people what happened, educate friends about what you have gone through and MAKE IT KNOWN.

– S

Location: Cumbia

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“I am terrified that I will be assaulted or harassed again”

June 20, 2016 By Contributor

I am no stranger to street harassment. When I was only 9 years old, some middle-aged pervert hanging out at his parents’ house next to my bus stop would wait for me to get off the bus and follow me home every day after school. (This guy was a convicted rapist and it seemed he had his eye on me.) This experience left me constantly on guard whenever walking anywhere.

When I was 11, I was walking home from school, and he pulled his car alongside me, stopping just a little bit ahead of me and asked if I wanted a ride. I just kept walking and thankfully he didn’t follow me home that time. My parents called the cops but they didn’t seem to take it seriously, and didn’t even bother notifying the school that a creeper had tried to pick up one of their students. (That guy is now serving a lengthy prison sentence for raping someone else.)

This sort of thing continued over the years. When I was around 19 years old, I was walking home from the bus stop at the end of my street after a long day at the local junior college, and an older guy pulled up alongside me and offered me a ride. I shook my head and kept walking…and he kept driving really slow alongside me, trying to persuade me to get in. He claimed he was crippled and had to return a DVD to Walmart, but didn’t know where Walmart was (then how the hell did he buy something from there in the first place?) When that approach didn’t work, he tried to lure me by saying he had weed. He followed me all the way to my house, even though I was walking as fast as I could and kept ignoring him. Finally he sped away once I ran up my driveway, but I was paranoid for a long time after that because now he knew where I lived. Thankfully he never turned up again, but I shudder to think what he would have done had I been foolish enough to get in the car with him!

But the worst case of street harassment I ever encountered was about four years ago. By my late 20s I was struggling with severe anxiety and depression, and I rarely left my apartment because of it. Because of this, I put on some weight. It took me a long time to motivate myself to start going for walks to try to lose some of the weight. The day I finally worked up the nerve to go for a walk, I invited my boyfriend’s half-sister (who was staying with us) to go with me. We were only about a block away from the apartment when a car full of young thugs pulled up alongside us and the driver screamed out the window: “Oh my god, what a fat ugly bitch!” I knew he was talking to me because my boyfriend’s sister wasn’t fat. I was so livid. My heart was pounding and before I could stop myself, I yelled back “F**k you!”

This angered the driver and his friends, and he started cussing and screaming at me about how he was going to tie me to the back of his car by my hair and drag me to my death! I was so scared I was shaking. There were even witnesses around on the side of the streets and nobody stepped up and said anything! Finally the car drove away, and my boyfriend’s sister and I turned around and hurried home, terrified that they would turn around and follow us back to the apartment. I felt physically sick and wanted to die. I could not stop crying or shaking once I was back home, and I have not gone for a walk in my neighborhood since. Which has been problematic as far as losing weight, but I am terrified that I will be assaulted or harassed again.

– S.B.

Location: Yuba City, California

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