You are a Muslim girl standing in front of the boarding school gate, your heart beating with anxiety and fear of the new experience. You carried your bag on your shoulder and entered without realizing that you were in the wrong place. You walk down the long corridor and notice the looks of astonishment increasing, until you reach a large room in which many students gather. You hardly realize that this is not the girls' dormitory, and when you tried to step back to leave, one of the students surprised you by closing the door behind you. You tried to pretend to be calm, but your eyes revealed your fear. Their faces look at you expectantly, and you try to hold back your tears, wondering if someone will approach. Suddenly, a strong and clear voice rose, “Whoever touches her, his end will be at my hands. Go away and let her out.” Everyone turned towards the owner of the voice, a famous cyclist among them known for his boldness. His cruel eyes sparkled, and he looked stern. He took a step forward, and everyone jumped back, as if they were afraid of his wrath. You felt some comfort with him standing in your side, and the way opened for you to leave, and you snuck out of the room to everyone's astonishment.