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Dushanbe resident Madina (not her real name), 25, was sexually and physically harassed by taxi drivers several times.
«In the fall of 2017, at about 7 PM, my aunt's daughter, who lives near the Central Department Store, called me and asked me to come to her as quickly as possible. I live next to the Vatan movie theatre. I hurried to her. There are many fixed-route taxis driving on the routes #3 and #8, and they often pick up passengers from the Vatan movie theatre.
The driver showed me three fingers [implying the number of the route – Tr.], I raised my hand to stop his car. I knew that there were many traffic police posts on this route; so, most drivers do not demonstrate route number plates and gesture with their fingers showing route numbers.
There were three young men in the car, and it was clear that they knew each other. I gave the driver money for the ride, but he did not take it saying, «We do not need your money, girl. We will take you to a place where we can chill».
I got very scared at that moment. They blocked the car doors. Shaking from fear, I said in a trembling voice, «Dear brother, if you are not a taxi driver, why did you show number three?»
The driver replied, «You are not stupid, you knew which car you were getting into, you knew that we were not a taxi. Do not play hard-to-get».
After saying this, he increased the speed up to 100-120 km/h. He ignored my requests to stop the car, as well as the traffic police officer. However, in the center of the city, another traffic police officer was waiting for this car. He came out to the middle of the road and stopped the car. I jumped out and ran to the traffic police officer, saying that they wanted to take me to a bad place and refused a fee for the ride. The driver quickly approached the traffic police officer and told him, «Eh, brother, this is a prostitute. She got into our car herself and said that wherever we go, she would go there too» .
Thus, he humiliated my honour and dignity in front of a traffic police officer and accused me of prostitution. However, these words did not matter anymore, the important thing was that I got out of the car, which I was happy about. Seeing that they were busy with their argument, I quickly ran away and did not even think to remember the license plate number of the car, as I wanted to escape as soon as possible and forget about what happened. I did not tell anyone about this incident, except for a few friends, because I knew that no one would believe me, and maybe, would even blame me.
The second time, in the fall of 2018, a similar incident happened to me again. It was evening time; my friend and I left the party and headed home. The incident also took place on a central street. There were few cars, and I needed to get home quicker, because my mother was home alone. A taxi drove up, the driver showed me plate with number 8 on it, and I got in. The windows in the car were tinted, but I could not see that in the dark. Sitting in the car, I felt like I made a mistake again. Again, there were three men inside and again, the driver did not charge me for the ride. Everything was exactly as the first time. However, this time, the man in the back seat of the car reached out and tried to grab me. I was very scared and asked loudly, «What are you doing? Why are you touching me?» He replied that he was searching for something in the seat, and supposedly, I sat down on it.
Then, I said, «Stop the car, I will get out». The driver replied with a grin, «We will stop, but later».
The car drove at a speed of 100-120 km/h. I hated myself for making the same mistake again. I was afraid that if I did not return home, I would disgrace myself, my mother and all my relatives. Many of such bad thoughts were in my head. Then, I pulled myself together, and when the car drove by the city center at a speed of 120 km/h, I opened the door and wanted to jump out of the car, but at that moment, the driver stopped the car. Taking advantage of the situation, I got out and ran without turning back. When I got to a safe place, I called a registered taxi service and went home. This time, I did not tell anyone about the incident. I decided not to use the services of such fixed-route taxis anymore.
After the first incident, I did not hate myself, because I understood that it was not my fault and I got into the car out of ignorance. In the future, I must pay attention to the car I get in. However, after the second incident, I hated myself for knowing everything and making the same mistake.
More than two years have passed after the incidents I experienced. I did not address the law enforcement agencies. I know that I have no evidence in my favour; I do not even know the license plates numbers. Moreover, I do not believe that the authorities, having the facts confirming my innocence, will arrest and punish the criminals,» the girl says.