Share this article Share Men began to rip off my clothes. I was stripped naked. Their insatiable appetite to hurt me heightened. These men, hundreds of them, had turned from humans to animals. Hundreds of men pulled my limbs apart and threw me around. They were scratching and clenching my breasts and forcing their fingers inside me in every possible way.
All I could see was leering faces, more and more faces sneering and jeering as I was tossed around like fresh meat among starving lions. Natasha managed to escape after putting on a burka and pretending to be the wife of a local man A small minority of men, just a couple at first, tried to protect me and guide me to a tent. The tent was crushed, its contents scattered all over the ground.
I was tossed around once more, being violated every second. I was dragged naked across the dirty ground. The men trying to protect me tried to guide me into another tent. I was able to scramble on to the ground. I sat with my back against a chair and surveyed the surging mob. Although a few men tried to form a human shield around me, offering me rags to cover my bruised body, men were still able to touch me.
There were just too many. I gazed around at the bared teeth and raging eyes. I was struggling to breathe. One man lifted a tent pole and attempted to strike me with it.
At this point, I said aloud to myself, calmly, over and over: Please make it stop. But at times of desperation, we all feel compelled to appeal to some higher power to save us.
I began to think: Maybe this is how I go, how I die. I hope I die before they rape me. They looked at me blankly, then looked away.
After five to ten minutes, my friend managed to convince people inside a medical tent to form a pathway through the crowd to guide me into the tent. During transit I was mauled and invaded. I reached the tent and saw my friend Callum. Muslim women surrounded me and frantically tried to cover my naked body. I fell to the ground and apparently temporarily lost consciousness.
Tahrir Square was a scene of celebration, but also of a horror, as Natasha Smith was assaulted Brutal: Smith was attacked as thousands celebrated the victory of the Muslim Brotherhood's candidate as the new president The women told me the attack was motivated by rumours spread by trouble-making thugs that I was a foreign spy, following a national advertising campaign warning of the dangers of foreigners.
But if that was the cause, it was only really used as a pretext, an excuse, to molest and violate a blonde, young Western girl. The men outside remained thirsty for blood; their prey had been cruelly snatched from their grasp. They peered in, so I had to duck down and hide. They attempted to attack the tent, and those inside began making a barricade out of chairs.
Women were crying and telling me: This is not Islam! Please, please do not think this is what Egypt is! Mohammed Morsi waves to the crowd during a presidential campaign rally I reassured them that I knew that was the case. This vicious act was not representative of the place I had come to know and love. After much heated debate, it was decided that Callum and I would leave separately to avoid attracting attention. He pulled me through the crowds out of the back of the tent.
My inner reserves of strength kicked in, and I stopped crying and just thought: Eventually, his friends turned up, with Callum. Callum and I went on our way.
We eventually hailed a taxi. Upon reaching a government hospital down town, we tried to explain the situation. I was eventually ushered into a small cubicle. I was refused examination and treatment. I was dirty, wounded, with hair like a tramp and eyes wide with shock. Finally, I was taken home by my friends, and put to bed. Yesterday [Monday], I had a proper examination and darted around sorting things out, spending an eternity giving a police report.
During the examination, which was carried out by a woman, I was crying and shaking. To have someone touch me so soon after the event was terrifying. I clung to Callum all day. This is a consistent trend and it has to stop. Arab women, Western women — there are so many sufferers.
One of the worst things two nights ago was that I had never felt so powerless. I had no control and I was violated. But now I can take control and rebuild my confidence.