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A few months ago I was attending a protest at Tahrir Square. It was a very interesting day. I was supposed to meet a friend in Hardees, however she decided to disappear. So there I was stranded in a foreign place where I did not understand anything that was going on around me. It was excellent. As I decided to exit the restaurant, I was bombarded with hundreds of angry protesters. I felt like a fish trapped in a net, I was not able to move anywhere without the crowd. I felt as though the walls were caving in around me and I had no exit... the crowd started to push me towards Mohamed Mahmoud Street. As I approached the exit for the street I was attacked by a man who was trying to escape the crowd. He started to push me into the cigarette seller, but by the grace of God, I was "saved" by an unknown man. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back towards him. At that moment I felt like my life was flashing before my eyes. Red flames were everywhere and people were shouting crazy chants all around me. All of a sudden there was an ambulance trying to make its way through the crazy crowd. I felt like I was in a nightmare as the angry mob started to attack the car of safety.

My guardian angel tried to discover my secret identity as he asked "ismic eh?" But of course I had to be discrete, so I just decided to go with the flow and continue to attempt to make my way out of the crowd. With his hands still grasped tightly around my hips, he continued to direct me to the opening in the sea of people. Suddenly I felt as though a knife was being introduced to my backside, my angel pulled me closer and I realized that he actually was not an angel, but someone trying to get his mojo on. At this point I was stunned... frozen like a vegetable on the street in Cairo. I couldn't think. The man continued to try and find out my identity, but luckily I was delivered a gift from above.... my phone rang. Since I do not speak arabic well and I did not want the man to figure out that I was a foreigner, I attempted to speak quietly with the arabic words that I did know. "Salam alykoum.... Ezzyak.... Enta fin... Msh arfa". At this point, I knew that I needed to make my great escape out of the hands of my "protector". Immediately I threw down my hands and started my journey to safety. I couldn't look back. I needed to leave the past behind me and just move on. Finally I got away from my attacker. And I was able to leave Tahrir in one piece.