#MeToo

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I think it's time to reveal this story... Long story short, Ramadan 2016, I was walking dawn the street in Maadi... yes in Maadi, and to be precise Street 10... Hence I live in Street 11. A Toktok driver harassed me. It was early bright morning and I was completely alone on the street. It was RAMADAN!! I was shocked, frozen and stood in denial. And he ran away... The feeling I felt at that moment is incredibly difficult to explain or even express. You feel helpless, not weak but you know you simply won’t be able to do anything… you are powerless. I tried to shout loud… but words didn’t come out.. I remember their was an old man in the street next to me, who asked me from far away what happened… I wasn’t able to express my self and put words in a meaningful sentence… how am I supposed to say what just happened?! But thank God, out of the blue, a man in a car showed up and run after him, lucky me I was able to put him in PRISON! He stayed in jail for couple of months and payed ransoms.
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[There is alot I want to say, but I'll keep it short for now]

Maybe I was lucky, but tonnes of other women’s face such incidents on a daily base! You will never understand it unless you really go through it. 99% of Egyptian females were sexually assaulted or harassed at one point in their life. By writing "Me Too" we raise awareness on the magnitude of the problem women are facing! Victims shouldn't be ashamed nor silenced!

Wenn alle Menschen, die sexuell belästigt oder angegriffen wurden, "Metoo" "Ichauch" als Status geschrieben haben, können wir das Ausmaß dieses Problems sichtbar machen.

Note of appreciation: Thanks to those wonderful friends who supported me and stood up for my decisions. (You know who you are ) And a very special thanks goes to that brave man who decided to help a random stranger on the street. I don’t know you, I don’t know where you are, I didn’t even get to know your name, everything went so quickly, but you definitely deserve all the appreciations. Thank you is not enough!

#MeToo #MoiAussi #YoTambien #IchAuch #IkOok #وأنا_كمان #وأنا_ايضاً

I'm one of thousands of ladies who are facing sexual harassments. If you faced sexual harassment, let me tell you that you aren't alone
انا واحدة من الاف السيدات اللاتي يتعرضن للتحرش الجنسي، اذا تعرضت للتحرش الجنسي، دعيني اخبرك انك لست بمفردك.

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