I travelled to Qatar to study Arabic. Upon my last few days I found myself in the Souk Wakif often, the market place. It is a place full of beautiful sights, but at times, absolute movement impeding crowds of people. One of my final nights I remember walking in the Souk with my group, I was close to my teacher and some other men leading students like myself around. I felt something rub across my backside, I dismissed it as a purse or article of clothing unintentionally touching me. When I turned around I saw a man, he disappeared. Two minutes later I felt something again, as if someone was trying to lift me up by my ass. I turned around to find the same man, this time he smiled before he left in the herd of people around us. I was 14 years old.
