Category: Reflection

Potential forgiveness?

So I’m back from University for summer now…again. It’s scary how time stops for no one, no matter what’s happening or who you’re with, time is always moving .

And with University loading on the work time is slipping my fingers more than ever, I noticed this especially when I realised I hadn’t come home as often as I did in first year. No matter, I’m back now and my mum really wanted me to come with her to the Mosque on Sunday morning. As there is lessons on how to read the Qur’an and learn its meanings and such. I used to go every week whilst I lived at home and I detested the classes, not because I was bad or anything, I guess it was because I felt it was futile as I know what I am and Islam don’t mix.

But I could see going would mean a lot to my mum and after a lot of persuasion I decided to go and be a show pony to all of her friends and see all the people I used to read with. I entered the Mosque with a negative attitude, thinking that it was a waste of time and these people didn’t actually care for me. However with familiar faces filing through the door and to my surprise, their faces lit up when they saw me. I got hugs, smiles and genuine interest off of these people, it was funny as I never saw this side to them when I had attended regularly. I even surprised myself when it came to reading the set passage of that class, I found myself reading as fluently as ever, but with a few hesitations here and there. What surprised me the most that the techniques and pronunciations of the Arabic words I tended to ignore when I attended normally were flowing from my mouth as though I’d always read that way.

I sat there listening to the other girls reading and then we came to translation. One of my friends translated the passage that is known as the ‘Witness’ section in the Qur’an. Some of the teachings were familiar and I had no problems with, however after each line there was always reference to Allah’s forgiveness. Allah will forgive if you ask, Allah knows the secrets in your heart…

As these words floated around me, I started to wonder if there was actually hope that Allah might not smite my entire existence on the spot. I’ve been told if you have any questions you should ask them during prayer, I know some of you are of different faiths or have none at all so I’m sorry if you don’t agree with anything but I’ve always wanted Allah to give me a sign or something that all hope is not lost for me. And maybe this was it?

However I’m not so sure but the month of Ramadan is approaching and I will be asking Allah for answers so if I get any I’ll let you know!

If you have any questions please ask but again I want this to be a safe and caring forum so no bashing of form will be tolerated.


Where to start?

I haven’t been active on this blog because I’m not really sure where to start writing from. Do I start from the beginning or do I go from recent events and post up fillers when you guys ask questions? By the way I just want to say thank you to those who have deemed this blog worthy enough to follow and thank you to those who have commented already. Each sign of activity from you guys gives me support and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

But I think I’m going to start with the most recent events that have happened because essentially it was those happenings that really made me realise that I need a healthy outlet for my emotions.

I’m currently studying in University, one that is a fair distance away from home. I took that decision because I felt that if I really wanted to live my life I couldn’t do it near any familiar surroundings…aka my parents. One thing that needs to be said, because in one comment someone posted that writing the word gay isn’t really terrifying. But for me it is because Asian parents following the ways of Islam being gay is not allowed. Simple, it’s in the Qur’an, my gran made me read that passage before I even had anything inclination of my disposition. Also another disclaimer I don’t want this to be a bashing of Islam because I do still follow some teachings it’s just a shame that it does not agree with who I am.

So if my parents ever found out I am gay they’d disown me, harsh to think so but I know so. That’s why it is terrifying for me because I haven’t reached that stage in life where I’ll be prepared to be shunned from my family, I don’t think I’lll ever be prepared but yeah, it’s a big deal.

So anyway I hadn’t been home in a while since Uni was getting really busy and the work was piling on so any time out would hinder my progress. Yet this didn’t stop my mum asking repeatedly when I’d be back so after exams had finished I went home to surprise them. However it wasn’t the nice few days home I was hoping for it just turned into one argument after another because someone thought it would be nice to send a hate txt against the family and of course when it came to attacking me what did they say? I was gay, went out to gay clubs and had plans to marry a girl in summer. Utterly crazy.

When my dad questioned me on these points I denied them, bar being gay the rest were false and my dad believed me and left it. However my mum wasn’t so sure and she came into my room and interrogated the hell out of me. I have never been so scared in my life or felt so vulnerable. You see my mother cares a lot about what the Asian community thinks and being a girl who could never be deemed a typical Asian girl, I’d already made impressions within the community that I was different and not in the way they were used to. And it didn’t help that growing up my mum always shouted at me saying I should’ve been born a boy, these words will never leave me but neither will this experience.

My mum asked me if any of it was true, again I denied, however she kept pushing: ‘why would this person say these things about you?’

I tried to explain that the person was looking to hurt the family and this was easiest thing they could say against me because it was clear they had no idea what kind of person I was. My mum paused to mull it over but then she asked me to do something.

‘Look into my eyes and tell me you’re not,’ my heart stopped, I could feel the tears prickling behind my eyes but I didn’t let them get any further as I blinked them away and look at my mother and told her I was not gay. With disgust welling inside my chest my mum looked away seemingly satisfied but before she left she said,

‘Good at least now I can tell people my daughter isn’t wrong.’

Never before had I questioned my existence until that night and that night when I was sure everyone was asleep, I quietly cried to myself.


So even after reading the first post you’ve decided to stick around? Cool, welcome aboard. I can’t promise smooth sailings or pretty views but I can guarantee for some thought provoking material on the behaviour and actual happenings in the life of some who feel they have no voice. Or those who have a voice but feel they can only use it when they are protected by their masks.

Masks are funny things, we all hide things from others. That’s just normal life, right?

But what happens when you become so isolated from the very people who should love you unconditionally that your mask evolves into another persona? The quiet, scared and lost person struggling to breathe beneath the conforming smile. The person who only appears in the silence of night, you’re own vampire if you will, because if you look in the mirror it’s not them who’s looking back at you. No. It’s your mask, staring back with hollow, knowing eyes and you stare back, hoping it will never break because when it does it won’t be something you forget. Ever.

Um hi there?

The idea of blogging was suggested by a friend, so if it’s crap please let me know and I will be more than happy to blame them.

The aim of this blog is not simple. It is not merely a forum in which I can express my entire life story. It is a place where I can disappear into myself by disclosing certain details in my life, in the hope to connect with people in similar situations.

What situation am I in?

Well my family are Muslim and by being a part of this family, for the time being, I too was brought up with Islamic teachings. But there’s one slight problem…I’m gay. I think that’s the first time I’ve actually written that and to be honest it feels terrifying.

This blog will be the arena to harbour the conflicts I’ve faced, still facing and have yet to face, in the bid to hopefully tell my family who I really am and for them to accept me. I realise my writing style and or topics are not for everyone, however if you do decide to stick around. I’d be grateful for any words of support, criticism or just for others who are trapped in their own void to open up on this secure site.

I believe in equality for all and never to judge others until full knowledge is gained of their situation. But I know not everyone lives by that, as you will come to see in future posts.