I have to take few weeks to recover from this incident. It is not at all a comic incident as most of the members expect from me but it is such kind of thing that I can never forget. I can never forget the fear, the helplessness, my consolation and then my prompt re-action.

Few weeks back, I went to Anarkali with my mother for shopping. I usually avoid such over crowed bazaars especially on weekends. And meri kismat that it was a Saturday. As While wandering the Babar Market, I noticed that some was chasing me. I thought it might be my illusion as the market was flooded with all type of people mostly women. But there was some one. I got conscious and started walking carefully. I made my grip stronger on my handbag, and then kept it under my dupata. But my sixth sense was totally alarmed. I could not judge who was behind me. Suddenly, I was severely hit by some one’s shoulder. He was a young man with beard and seemed to me like one of the Talibans who had lost in Anarkali. He tried to hide himself in a nearby shop and succeeded to flee. It was now opened to me that he was not at all interested in my bag but in myself. I thought he would not come again but I was wrong. He remained following me the whole shopping trip. Where ever we went he tried to be with us like our shadow. I tried to be step ahead of my mother but she was extremely busy in the shopping and didn’t notice him and yes I could not tell her.

  It was like a mouse cat show. I tried to near to me and each time I dodged him. But he was expert in hitting women that he again hit my shoulder. That time I hardly kept myself from falling. I forgot every thing. The shopping, the chat and dhai bhalla, every thing. I could not explain how much I felt helpless at that moment. I was complaining inside ya Allah I always request you to keep me away from such people but why again?? I was walking like robot behind my mother. I felt myself standing alone there. All my boldness and confidence flew away. I thought how much a woman is helpless that she cannot do any thing against such harassment. I don’t know how but a thought came to my mind that Allah helps those who help themselves. Then I started gathering shattered emotions thinking that what could I do and how?

I saw a policemen walking there. I thought I should tell him but he was already watching my indecently. What can I do?? Thinking thinking and thinking. Oh yes that molvi type man was still behind me and that hide & seek was going on. Now my helplessness turned into anger and then revenge. And some one was yelling inside me to do some thing and that I should not go without taking my revenge.

  Shopping was over. Mama was searching for the rickshaw. We had to walk to the bus stop and he was still following us. Mama started negotiating with the rickshaw walay uncle and I was standing on the footpath. I noticed that he was in haste to do some thing again. I said to myself, On your marks, get set……….as he came close to me, I raised all my shopping bags and hit on his face with all my powers. (shopping bags included a water set, plates, shoes, a metal dust bean, etc, means all solid things).  It was such a powerful attack that he fell down on the other side of the fence and started bleeding from his nose and mouth. He was shocked and could not move for some time. Then I shouted “you bloody….” Immediately switched to urdu……kuttay ullu k pathay tu kiya samjhta hai mai andhi hoon mijhay kuch pata nai chalta tu nay mijhay samjha kiya….” He gained his consciousness, stood up and fled like a bullet. I was thinking bas itni si baat thi ye mai pehlay kar leti tu shopping trip tu gharat na jata.

 Everyone was stunned looking at me that what had happened her suddenly. I felt some one was beating drums in myself. I threw a victorious glance at the people standing there. A group of uni boys also ran away. Hahaha……people kept distance from me…….and mama was kiya hua bag cheen raha tha kiya mijhay kiyun nai bataya…wageira wageira…….she scolded me when we returned home but I was satisfied