Harrasment
I saw a post about a girl getting harassed while cycling, and of course the comments were full of:
“Maybe area acha nahi hoga.”
“Maybe she was wearing something inappropriate.”
So here’s my little “shut up” story for those people.
This happened with us in Gulberg. Right in front of Indigo. Me and my friend were just waiting for our ride, casually walking. I was fully covered only my hands and eyes were visible
Then two boys on a bike slowed down right in front of us.
And the guy sitting behind looked straight into my soul said:
“Isko utha kar le chalte hain apne sath”
Wallahi I froze.
My friend was way more confident than me, she tried reacting back, but the guy in front of that boy just showed her the middle finger and they sped off laughing like it was some funny joke.
And honestly? In that moment the first thing that came into my mind was:
May they crash so badly they can never recognize their own faces again.
Then I instantly felt guilty for even thinking that because somewhere they’re someone’s sons.
You people will blame clothes, women, timing, area EVERYTHING except the actual men doing this disgusting behavior.
Bhai I was fully covered. Minding my own business.
Then what's the excuse now?
The truth is some men are just so shameless and rotten from inside that no amount of “modesty” or “good area” changes anything.
And the saddest part? These same men have mothers, sisters, daughters… yet they help create a society where women feel unsafe doing the most basic things.
May Allah expose every man who harasses women online or offline while acting innocent and shareef in front of their families. The same men who have mothers, sisters, and daughters still choose to make society a living hell for someone else’s daughter. I pray your own women never have to experience the fear, disgust, and humiliation you put others through but honestly, the hell you’ve created for women is the same hell you deserve to burn in yourselves. May every fake mask fall publicly, and may Allah hold every single one of you accountable for the trauma you leave behind.