Before I knew it, some guy passing by us pressed his hand on one of my breasts. Before I knew it, some guy passing by us pressed his hand on one of my breasts. I was totally baffled and didn’t know what to doThe next time I was 12. And the more pathetic part is that every time that happened, I came home and wondered what I did wrong. In 2015, I cried for the multiple rape victims at the TSC Pohela Boishakh incident, instead of grieving over my mother’s death.

Source: Dhaka Tribune May 18, 2017 12:11 UTC