When repressed regret, hatred, and anger become normal behavior for a society and no one pays attention.

Last week I met a unique group of girls cyclists who wanted to go on a bike ride together and invited me to join them.

I welcomed their enthusiasm. I really wanted to have more friends, which according to an old saying: “in this age, one enemy is many and thousands of friends are few.”

Anyway, we decided to have a trip to Gisom beach, one of the most beautiful beaches in Talesh in Guilan province of Iran, for the World Cycling Day, and I welcomed the invitation. I had not been to Gisom beach and jungles for a long time.

We pedaled about 20 km to the front entrance of the beach and stopped in the middle of the lush forests.

The route was beautiful and the movement enjoyable, but I noticed a behavior so particular from my new friends that attracted my attention. The truth was that I, as a female cyclist, was accustomed to being indifferent to the misbehavior of male bystanders and drivers  , but suddenly I realized that my fellow travelers did not think so and did not behave like me.

For example, one of the bad habits of some young boys when they see a girl cyclist is that instead of walking the sidewalk, they walk in the middle of the street to scare the girl cyclist and force her to change her direction or get confused, they actually enjoy seeing these girls with hands shaken and scared and they laugh! in these situations, I always take the high road and change my course and try not to care! but my new companions, when seeing such boys, suddenly moved towards them and scared them, and they were horrified, confused, and cursed badly!

I laughed helplessly!

These girls have adopted a different strategy!

They complained loudly to drivers who were driving dangerously! and they wouldn’t be scared at all, they were kind of just ready for confrontations all the way, which I liked but never have thought of!

They are braver and bolder than me!

I laughed helplessly! and I liked it!

I don't know, maybe it's good for me too.

Although the basic rights of girls in Iran do not have strong support, the girls themselves must support each other, and sometimes our repressed hatreds and regrets arise, and we must learn to adapt to this new world.

Maybe the next generation of Iranian girls will experience something else.