Slapping the Slapper

Slapping the Slapper
February the 12th, I was going home after work as excited as I can ever be. I have just arrived to Cairo a day earlier just after the stepping down of Mubarak. I headed directly to downtown to figure out how Egypt has turned to a promising free country. AS I was sitting in the coffeehouse, there came dozens of military officers walking their straight walk and everyone just stood up and gave their applauds to them. I was away, so I felt alienated, but at the same time overwhelmed.
February the 12th as I was going home, still naively Godding the military, a military officer from the car next to me looked at me and said something that I didn’t hear. I looked back at him with much enthusiasm to listen to what he had to say. HE looked at me with those dead eyes and said, "I wanna kiss you in your boobs"… I was completely shocked and couldn't believe that he has just killed my idealized figure. I couldn’t help but screaming out of my car window and say "you don't deserve the uniform, you son of a bitch"…he looked at me again with this devilish smile as if he conquered my naivety and said very calmly "you whore".
I was gonna cry, cry because I have never been harassed and couldn't believe that this verbal abuse made me feel so violated as if he really grabbed my breast. I was in a state of delusionary need to just kick him in the balls. I just had my car in front of his and walked out. Opened the door of his car and slapped him on the face.
I felt strong, this is Egypt after the revolution…slaps the slapper, I was not going to be used and abused.
February the 12th, I was going home after work as excited as I can ever be.