Daily Star - Eid Supplement, October 2008
The first time I was sexually molested I was about six. I remember the incident precisely; I can even smell the petrol fumes in the air. It was by the filling station at Nilkhet, beside the row of lep-toshok shops, where we used to wait for our Jahangirnagar University bus. Most of the shopkeepers knew us and would even offer us stools to sit on if the wait got too long. I was with my father that particular day. We had just crossed the road from (…)


