there was this man. in a white shirt. following me since the park. the park where all the couples are, hidding from the police because in an islamic republic they don’t like to see them holding hands without beeing married.
walked 1 street till I reached the park and then I had to walk through 2 more streets until I reached my fathers house. The man in the white shirt was behind me. all the time. when I was about to go inside he asked me for the way. When he recognized that I’m a foreigner he stopped asking about the street names and wanted to know if the family… lives in this house. I said I don’t know and went inside. he followed. again he asked something. I felt so sorry for him because I could not help so I went back to tell him who he could ask instead. then he pushed me. I fell. out of the safe house. on the hard floor. he tried to pull me in a car. I haven’t seen their black van. or just didn’t recognized it befor.
there were people. looking. I did scream.
no one came. but luckly my father reacted. hearing my screams and fear he ran down the stairs. It was my luck that they didn’t know he’s living in the 5 floor. when they heard him they ran. after he touched he.
that is all that happend. I wanted to go to the police. but I had to take my plain at 6 so I didn’t. I just toke a long shower and cried a bit. lisened to some rock and to my angry and worried ants and my grandmothers advice
the next morning some people found a raped and killed girl in the same street. that never appeared in any newspapper. she still had her headscraf on. the one the islamic goverment tells her to wear. so that she wont attrack too much male attantion and to safe her honour and virginity. It didn’t help. but more rights for women would.
I don’t want to judge the islamic religion. but that is what happend to me. and I think they shouldn’t make so much difference between women and men but between fair and unfair behaviour and treatment to humans of any gender!
I still go there. I love the country and my family that is living there. but I’ll never walk that street again. i ‘ll never feel sympathy for the government that doesn’t want to tell the public what happens. she wasn’t the first and sadly won’t be the last killed girl
-I’m sorry for my bad english.. I wrote this text four years ago.