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Soon it escalated and he started to ask me if I was a man or a woman, and wanted to know if I was a “transsexual.” I started walking faster to get away, and soon he started shouting at me wanting to know if I’ve had “the surgery.” He kept following me and shouting at me until I spotted a security guard to go up to.
As soon as he noticed me approaching the guard, he turned and walked away.
People stared (and not the curious or confused stares that I’m used to) and looked at me with disgust.
I felt anger and resentment behind their eyes and I was more scared than I have felt in a long time.
But I was also having a great time experiencing the city.
It was a tension that I cannot describe, feeling both terrified and joyful, fearful and happy.
Though it has been nearly five years since I took Arabic at university, I was surprised when in this stressful situation I actually realised I could understand small pieces of what they were saying.
I gathered that they were trying to decipher my gender to determine if the passport was really mine or not, and if it was even real.
As I was leaving, a man came up to me to ask me where I got my tattoo.It took them the time the agent next to us took to get through seven people and two families to finally decide they were satisfied and let me go.