upset

i live in this little provincial town in the middle of an agricultural area. Besides for all the fruits that are growing here, we are known to have a small military airport. And where are soldiers, there are women who make a living of entertaining (!?) these soldiers. So we have a notorious "Chaussee d'amour" where red light ladies are trying to get the attention of the drivers that pass this street on a very slow (even slower than me)pace to get a very good look of the assorted meat products in the windows.
I am not a child (anymore) so i realise that both the agriculture and the red light district are attraction poles for people. For men. For all kind of men. Even sikhs, sorry to say so.
Of course some of them prefer to spend their hard-earned money to give these ladies a living. And every time a turbanned head is entering these places it is the gossip of the town (at least of the sikh community)for a long time.

Why this long intro to get to my story? Maybe i am just looking for reasons to understand what happened to my daughter today.

She was having her lunch break and went into town to do some Sinterklaas shopping for the little princess (Sinterklaas is the original -sorry,guys- European Santa Claus, celebrated on the sixth of December).
An old shaggy sikh, with turban, came up to her.
"Oh maybe it is someone that mummy knows."she thought. And turned towards him and smiled. She should have been on her guard when she smelled alcohol. The dirty man made an even dirtier face and said only one word."Sex!"

In complete shock she crossed the street.
And now i am in shock too. i really feel very upset!
And i can not figure out what is upsetting me most. That my daughter is taken for a prostitute? Or that a sikh is behaving this way?

I am upset, because my daughter is a really nice girl. i am her mother and i feel very insulted that she is treated this way.
Especially because she is treated like this by a sikh!!!!

But she is a very wise girl too, she said to me:" But mummy, did you forget all the times when you came back from gurdwara in tears, because you find out what they were gossiping about you?"
Yes, i had forgotten, i wanted to forget. Illiterate rural people, fresh from the Punjab, very easily take the manners of a western woman as an invitation for their husbands.
I never ever defended me, i always assured myself that they, one day, find out of my integrity.
They did.

But now that this is concerning my daughter i just feel the urge growing to give this man an uppercut (with my little rheumahands) he will never forget.

Oh God, he has to conquer lust and i have to conquer anger.
So give strength to both of us...
But a little more strength to him, because my anger will disappear very soon, but his... i doubt it.