At that moment, we met our first new friends, a couple of girls named E and S who were around our age.

I misoverheard their dialogue: ¶
"If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have gone to Jordan." ¶
"Yeah, I hope we don't come back in the body buags."

It pushed me to start a little chit-chat about our concerns and the incredibleunwanted attention from locals just because we are women.

Even though not many local women were wearing hijabs, and some of them were dressed like us (pants and long sleeve shirts), local guys still preferred to stering onare at us.

We left our buags in a room and went to the grocery store, still in the same clothes.

T and I felt so insecure because guys were saying something after us, t. They whistled and applauded.

I wish I was exaggerating, but it is thea true story.

TheA driver leaned out of the window of the moving car just to a whistle!

I should mention we are not models; we have a pretty ordinary appearance.

Yes, we got some attention from guys before, but when every single person looks at you or pauses his work of folding items in the store just to follow you between aisles, it becomes weird and uncomfortable.

We were scared and confused, and somewhere at the dinner table, we met two more young people: a boy, P, and a girl, N. For the rest of our trip, six of us (T, P, N, E, S, and I) will gather together in the evening near the swimming pool.

T chose this country because two of our workmates came here a week earlier, but stayed in different hotels.

We thought walking around with two guys would be less scary, but our friends, compared to hairy massive locals, looked so young and innocent.

So we all just walked and watched how locals twisted their necks to stare at us.

The second red flag appeared when we arrived at the hotel and were waiting for theto check-in.

At that moment, we met our first new friends, a couple of girls E and S around our age called E and S.

I misoverheard their dialogconversation: ¶
"If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't gone to Jordan." ¶
"Yeah, I hope we don't come back in the bodyed bugs."

It pushed me to start a little chit-to chat about our concerns and the incredibleoverwhelming attention from locals just because we are women.

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Even though not many local women were wearing hijabs, and some of them were dressed like us (pants and long sleeve shirts), local guysmen still preferred to stering onare at us.

We left our buags in a room and went to the grocery store still wearing the same clothes.

T and I felt so insecure, because guys were saying something after us, t. They whistled and applauded.

I wish I wasere exaggerating, but it is thea true story.

I should mention we are not models w. We have a pretty ordinary appearances.

Yes, we got some attention from guys before, but when every single person looks at you or pauses his work of folding items in the store just to follow you between aisles, it becomes weird and uncomfortable.

The first day was like being in a fog.

We were scared and confused and somewhere at the diner tabl. At a restaurant, we met two more young people, a boy P and a girl N. For the rest of our trip, the six of us (T, P, N, E, S, and I) willould gather together in the evening near the swimming pool.

T chose this country, because two of our workmates came here a week earlier but stayed in different hotels.

We thought walking around with two guys would be less scary, but our friends, compared to hairythe massive hairy locals, looked so young and innocent.

So we all just walked and watched how locals twisted their necks to gawk at us.