An empty supermarket aisle. Me with a shopping cart. My sister in front, looking at merchandise on a shelf.
A hand touches my butt. A man in a thobe. I push the cart a few steps forward. Hand on my butt AGAIN. Brown fists banging on white cloth. Stupid guy says, “What, what?!” with his palms up in question as if I’m the crazy one in this scenario.
This is years after the boob-touching incident in part 1, and by this time, I’d already seen my mom verbally whoop some guy’s ass for trying to feel her up inside the stationery store we used to frequent in Bahrain. That’s how empowering a role model can be.
Guard your tushies, loves. Talk soon.