Weapon of every women

I always had a cautioning thought that if I'm in a situation where I need to defend myself what weapon would I use?

My mother would tell me to fill a sock with stones and keep it as a weapon in my bag but I would come up with a counterattack that when someone is attacking me, I'll dig in my bag to search for my weapon?

The weapon should be handy and can be used that very instant.

Then this happened.

I was returning from work and had just boarded the train, with a lot of struggle I managed to find a little space to stand comfortably. Since I had to get down at the next station I stood near the door behind the person who was getting off at the same station.

I was all ready and prepared to get down but I had to make a quick judgment and space for an elderly woman as she too wanted to get down. In a flash of a second as soon as I was getting off the train one of the women from the crowded with her sharp object scratched me my arm.

And OUCH!

I screamed in pain! Well, the thing with the mob is that it has a name but no face. I don't know who that woman was or why did she do that to me. All I know was that my arm was red, swollen, it hurt and burnt. With just a scratch of a women's long nails, I was injured. Thanks to her I'll get a tetanus shot!

The God gifted weapon! Use it wisely.

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