What My Dream About Fighting Harassment Taught Me About Speaking Up
What My Dream About Fighting Harassment Taught Me About Speaking Up Last night, I had a dream — not just a dream, but a message from my soul. I was walking through a street when a group of boys began harassing me. They laughed, mocked, and humiliated me — something too many girls face in real life. One man stood out: tall, threatening, eyes filled with filth. He tried to flirt, to trap me — but I stood my ground. I put my books down, and the only thing I had — a pen — became my weapon. I used it to fight back. Suddenly, I was trapped in his house. Tied. Helpless. But even in that moment, something inside me screamed: fight back . And I did. I escaped. I ran back to the one place that made me feel safe — my home. But that nightmare wasn’t over. Through the space of my home’s gate, I saw him again — standing in front of a little girl. His eyes, full of lust and danger, locked on her like prey. That image broke me. I rushed out, shouted at him with all the rage and courage I had: “ ...