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We often talk about growth, strength, and confidence—but sometimes, these things don’t come from easy moments. Sometimes, they come from unexpected experiences that shake us and then shape us. Today, I want to share one such experience. If you’ve ever gone through something similar or found yourself in a moment where your strength was tested, I hope this story reminds you that you’re not alone—and that healing, confidence, and courage always find their way back.
What Actually Happened
I’ve got holidays for two months. My exams are over, and now I’m waiting for the results. As a busy student, I usually don’t get enough time to learn something new or do extracurricular activities. So this time, I’ve decided to use my two months efficiently.
I wanted to learn how to ride a bike, but since I didn’t even know how to ride a bicycle yet, I decided to start with that. Once I become confident with cycling, I’ll move on to riding a bike.
So one night, I brought out the cycle. My younger brother, who knows how to ride both a bicycle and a bike, was with me. He was teaching me how to ride. I was really enjoying it, and slowly, I started getting the hang of it.
Later, we went a little farther from home to a place with barely any traffic—actually, no traffic at all.
After a while, I got exhausted. My brother and I stopped for a break, talking and laughing for a bit. But then something happened that was completely unexpected.
A man on a scooty came closer to us and tried to touch my butt. It happened so fast—before I could even process what had happened, he had already taken a turn and disappeared within 6 to 8 seconds.
My brother and I shouted after him, but he didn’t stop.
Then my brother took the cycle and told me to sit on the back. We tried to follow him, but how could a cycle possibly match a scooty’s speed? So unfortunately, we couldn’t catch him.
I was not a brave girl before—but now, I’m very confident and brave in these matters. I’ve become fearless. Even though I couldn’t react in that moment, this incident taught me a lot.
And yes—I went back to that same place again. Not with fear, but with strength and intention. I honestly hoped that man would show up again so I could teach him a lesson he'd never forget. But he didn’t come.
Still, I never stopped riding my cycle after that night.
If you want to know how I didn’t stay afraid and what helped me feel safe again, then you should definitely read the full blog.
What I Felt After
After that incident, I came home filled with anger. I was angry at that man, but also at myself.
I kept thinking about that moment over and over. I wasn’t blaming myself for what he did—but because I didn’t do anything in response. I kept asking myself, Why didn’t I react? Couldn’t I have kicked his scooty so he’d fall and we could catch him? Couldn’t I have thrown a big stone at him? There were so many stones around.
I was stuck in that one question: Why didn’t I do something right then?
Even though I knew everything happened so quickly—within seconds—I still kept blaming myself for not acting faster.
But later, I started understanding. I told myself:
What happened wasn’t in my control. I couldn’t stop him. Yes, maybe I could have reacted, maybe I could have taught him a lesson… but if I didn’t, that’s not my fault. I was angry but I was being kind to myself too. I was just a girl in shock, processing something that happened out of nowhere.
What Helped Me Feel Safe Again After The Night Ride Gone Wrong
After the incident, I knew I didn’t want to live in fear or let that moment control me. It took time, but slowly, I started doing small things that made me feel safe again—mentally, emotionally, and physically. These are the things that helped me:
1. I self-reflected with kindness
I gave myself space to process everything. I didn’t rush to move on or ignore my emotions. I sat with them. I told myself, Yes, what happened was wrong. Someone crossed a line. But at the same time, I reminded myself—it was not my fault. I didn’t invite that behavior, and I didn’t deserve it. I was simply learning something new, enjoying a peaceful moment. I chose to be kind to myself instead of harsh. That inner understanding helped me take the first step toward feeling okay again.
2. I remembered what I’ve always believed
Since childhood, I’ve learned from my family, from people around me, and from life itself, that girls face many challenges—but we are not meant to be afraid. Life won’t always be smooth, but we shouldn’t stop living it fully. I reminded myself that I shouldn’t stop cycling, stop learning, or stop exploring just because of one person’s bad action. I told myself: Next time, I’ll go out with double the confidence and double the alertness. That belief kept me grounded.
3. I protected my space and my freedom
I chose not to share this with my family—not because I didn’t trust them, but because I knew how much they care. Sometimes, their love turns into overprotection, and I was afraid they might stop me from learning to ride a bike. I knew they’d always be with me, but I also knew that I needed to handle this in my own way. I didn’t want this one incident to stop me from chasing something I was genuinely excited about.
4. I went back to the same place
And this time, not with fear—but with strength. I returned to that same road, rode the same cycle, and faced the same silence of that area. Deep inside, I even hoped that man would come again—because I was ready. I wanted to show him that I wasn’t the same girl he tried to scare. But he didn’t come. Still, just going back felt like I had taken something back. I was no longer afraid of that place. I had reclaimed it.
5. I stayed connected to myself—not the fear
I didn’t let that moment define me. I kept doing what I wanted—cycling, learning, dreaming. Even though I was shaken, I didn’t give up. I stayed close to my goals, my joy, my freedom. Slowly, the fear that tried to settle in began to shrink. And confidence took its place. That’s how I started becoming the brave and fearless version of myself that I am today.
To Anyone Who’s Been Through This
This kind of experience can make anyone want to stop, hide, or shrink themselves. But we don’t have to. We can choose to keep going, to learn from it, and to grow stronger—even if it takes time.
What happened wasn’t okay, and it was never your fault. But how we respond afterward—that’s where our power lies. Becoming fearless doesn’t happen overnight. It takes quiet courage, self-reflection, and small steps forward. And every one of those steps matters.
If you’ve ever faced something like this, I hope you know: you're not alone. You don’t need to be loud to be strong. You don’t need to “move on” quickly. Healing can be soft, slow, and personal. Sometimes, it looks like riding a cycle again in the same place where your fear once lived—and finally feeling safe.
You are allowed to take back your power, in your own way. And you are stronger than you think.
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