Something Must Be Wrong

I spent some time in front of my mirror trying to figure out what I was going to wear and trying to look good. I decided to wear my new light torn pair of jeans and my brown t-shirt. I was going to the cinema with my friends and all excited and happy since I'm on vacation and this is summer and stuff. I decided earlier to look all summery and happy, therefore put my yellow nail polish on, the one that makes me in a very good mood every time I look at my fingers. I looked one more time at myself before leaving the house, "God, I still look like a 15 year old girl, mesh ma32ool" I told myself but then smiled, knowing that in 20 or 30 years this is going to be one hell of a privilege.
Earlier this year I found out that if I put the emsho-men-odamy-ya-welad-el-kalb-expression on my face the amount of sexual harassment will decrease, little did I know that today was going to be an exception.
I reached the metro station and as I was waiting a man came and decided to stand next to me. 3ady. After a few seconds I realized that the girls next to me were laughing, I turned around and found out that  "apparently"  he had been staring at me and smiling or something (God knows what he was doing), which was obviously funny for the girls next to me. Next thing I knew he was talking dirty about me to two men who were fixing something. I heard them laughing, saying something about my breasts and how awesome the view must be. I tried to ignore it. Tell you the truth, didn't feel like ruining my mood, after all he's just one of those bastards who are 3ala ra2y omy "kano 5adamin 3andena". But who am I kidding? I'm May Seoud, I do not shut up, I do not know how to shut up.
As soon as the metro arrived I got into it as fast as I could and then immediately gave the man the finger. He stared at me not believing that I actually did this and then said something, that I can't remember at this very moment, which pissed me real off and made me call him "5awal". Before I could realize anything, I had Pepsi all over me, apparently the bastard threw Pepsi at me, what do you think happened next? No I didn't stop, this was going too far, and stopping now would give him the satisfaction he wants, would make him feel in control of the situation and would definitely make him feel powerful, and I couldn't let this happen. I cursed more, called him 5awal, 7aywan and wese5, he screamed at me saying "7atla3 adba7ek" and this time, threw his Pepsi can at me. Unfortunately or luckily, not quite sure, the doors closed and I was standing there humiliated and shocked. I didn't see this coming, what the fuck just happened?
I suddenly found myself talking to people about sexual harassment while shaking, explaining why it happens, telling them that we shouldn't shut up, that it's our right to be treated equally, and to my surprise the majority supported me, saying things like "walahy enty gad3a" "enty sa7" "lazem kolena ne3mel zayek" "da law kan tele3 kona ata3nah" and that's when I started crying.
I could't control my self. I cried because not a single man asked him to stop. I cried because he was not only wese5 but also bege7. I cried because a woman told me that I'm a beautiful girl and that's why I should cover myself, and I cried because another told me that the man only did that because I pissed him off. Because yeah, totally, he didn't piss me off. Because yeah totally, talking dirty to me is definitely not worth being pissed off.
I BBMed a male relative asking him to get me an electric shocker, this is the first time I consider carrying something like that and also the first time I consider getting a car, because apparently this is not the best time for thinking about the environment or the taking-the-metro-definitely-can-solve-the-traffic-problem-concept.
I think something is definitely wrong when a 7 year old boy offers me "3 geneh 3ashan bas yeda5alo". I think something is definitely wrong when I only feel safe when a man walks the streets with me. I think something is definitely wrong when a man talks dirty to me and finds it weird when I insult him. Something must be wrong.. and we have to change that.