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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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“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 wish everyone could be treated equally”

May 27, 2016 By Contributor

I am thirteen years old. I was cat-called for the first time today. I had heard about cat-calling happening before, in America and all that, but I didn’t think it would happen in Ireland, or to someone so young like me.

I was walking home from school. There was a girl in front of me who was about a year older than me and a large group of boys in front of me. No, this story is not where you think it is going. It was not the group of boys that cat called me. A man (who looked about 25) was getting into his car with his friend. Next, I see the window rolling down and the man says, “Hey, ladies.”

I was mortified but I ignored him and kept looking down. He was laughing as the car drove off. The girl in front of me seemed to be ignoring the man also. I saw the group of boys looking behind them multiple times, smiling as they did it. Even if I did look older, (which I don’t – I have a flat chest and backside, I’m average height and I don’t wear make-up during school days) I believe it is still completely unacceptable to be cat-called, no matter what you look like or how old you are. I wish everyone could be treated equally. It’s horrible that so many women and young girls like me have to face these situations.

– Anonymous

Location: Ireland

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“Tell her not to dress so sexy and people won’t look at her”

May 19, 2016 By Contributor

I visited New York City last week from France. I went out with my daughter shopping in Time Square. I noticed a man following her closely and he seemed to have his phone pointed at her as she walked. When we stopped for traffic, he got in close with the phone. I said, “Excuse me? What are you doing?” and he said, “Your daughter is beautiful.” I said, “Stop filming her.” He said, “Tell her not to dress so sexy and people won’t look at her.”

It really almost ruined our trip and I am so sad my daughter was exposed to that.

– Wilma

Location: Times Square, NYC

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“Street harassment is scary and is my biggest fear when leaving the house”

May 8, 2016 By Contributor

I think it’s pretty sad how street harassment is something I’m used to at this point.

I love going on walks, they’re relaxing, but at the same time, I feel uncomfortable because of the amount of men staring at me every single time. And over half the time I walk around town, in the middle of the day, I experience cat calling, disgusting comments, whistles, and/or people honking at me. But there are some moments that stand out to me.

The first incident was in 7th grade. I was walking home from school, on the main road I always walked on. As I’m walking, a guy who looked around 20 years old turns the corner and is walking quite a distance in front of me. Pretty normal I guess, no need to be worried. But I found it a bit odd that he kept looking back at me, more than most people. Once I was getting kind of close to him, I crossed the street, and he also crossed. I’m pretty sure I crossed the same street 2 or 3 times and yet he still was crossing when I crossed. At this point I’m in front of him by a bit. I was freaked out, but luckily there was a crossing guard near waiting for the bus of another school to arrive. I thought that I would just wait there for a bit with the crossing guard, but even more luckily, my dad happened to be driving by and picked me up. I just think that this is so creepy. I was 12 and being followed by some guy quite a bit older than me. People shouldn’t have to deal with this whatsoever, especially when you’re just a kid.

And a more recent one: I was walking around town in the day. But I got this pink wig that I loved, so I decided to wear it on my walk. I got honked at twice, whistled at once, and was told to smile. That pissed me off. I just wanted to go on a walk feeling confident. And I wasn’t even wearing anything revealing. I was completely covered, it being the middle of winter. And when I was a few blocks away from my house, on a not so busy road, a guy stopped his vehicle. He was probably around 30 and asked me if I wanted a ride. That was f*cking terrifying to me. I replied with a no thanks. He asked me if I was sure and how far I needed to go. I told him not too far and that I was positive. He said okay then and drove off. I was 16 at the time, and a stranger approached me asking if I wanted to get in his car. I was scared and glad that he didn’t try to pressure me anymore. I bet you that if I was a guy, he wouldn’t have even stopped.

Street harassment is scary and is my biggest fear when leaving the house. By the way, I live in a town that doesn’t even have 20,000 people.

– Anonymous

Location: Town

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