My story is the story of hundreds of people.
The story is about differences.
Differences that aren’t allowed.
Differences that you hate and scare you,
Because you know it’s haram.
The differences that attract you,
To a person of the same sex because they showed interest.
After getting into this scene,
I became scared.
They’re not like me.
This is not where I should be.
I’m still scared.
It hurts when people judge the way we’ve been raised,
Even though we’re trying to change.
We’re not playing around.
We weren’t raised properly.
We’re trying.
I’m trying.
No one knows anything about my inner struggle.
Leave us alone.
This difference is not our fault.
It’s because of society,
Our brothers,
Cousins,
And neighbors.
It’s because of the people whose care you put us in,
When you were out making money.
But there’s no coming back.
Our souls are never coming back.