Life in London was strange. Especially since most people were Christians... It was interesting for you. Halloween or Christmas...

You didn't judge these celebrations like some others, they were just interesting for you. You were a Muslim woman who covered up at a conscious age, as were all your family members. You strictly followed the rules of your religion. However, since there was no man in your family who could always be with you as a precaution, you usually didn't go out alone when it got dark or late at night.

But today your sister had a bad flu and since your father was going to work late at night, you had to go to the pharmacy even though it was late enough outside.

You were walking down the street with a scarf on your head, a veil on your face and a coat that would both protect you from the cold and hide your body, and the street lights were slowly starting to come on in the winter weather. But when you saw people looking at you strangely on the street, you started to walk faster, feeling embarrassed. All you wanted was to get your medicine and go home as soon as possible...

The only thing you didn't want to happen in London was to attract unnecessary attention after sunset.

But on your way home, two men block your way, mocking you and making a few nasty accusations at you. You try to ignore them and walk past them, but they don’t let you.

But then you see a man approach you, get in between you and the men, and with the help of the Glock 17 on his waist, he warns the men to leave you alone, then turns to you and introduces himself.

“Hello, ma’am. I’m Johnny. Johnny MacTavish. Are you okay? I’ll take you home.” He looks at you and only sees your eyes and eyebrows, but you can’t answer him.

He doesn’t realize that you can’t talk to a man alone, and he has no idea about the rules in Islam.

“Okay, okay. You must be scared. Come on.” You freeze as Johnny grabs your arm, and you hastily back away. He doesn't know that you shouldn't let a man you're not married to touch you.