Violin Waves

          She walked down the streets of Cairo in a relatively cool night, when a cold breeze hit her knee length royal blue dress. For some reason the wind didn't come as a welcomed guest as it always did in Cairo, she could feel the hair on the back of her neck standup, goosebumps spread through her body. She could sense both danger and for an anonymous reason fear.          The night was getting darker, she had to remind herself that she was almost home, four more streets and she'll see her building, walk faster and you'll make it. As she started walking a tad faster she heard it, the one thing every girl lives in the middle east fears the most. The sounds of drunk men shouting harassments on how beautiful her butt is coming closer, no matter how faster she ran they managed to get closer to her, what chance has she got anyway, they were in a car and she was walking. "You might consider spending the night with us sexy ass" shouted one man, "Yea, we kn