The Muslim lesbian couple I met last night and had Suhoor with today were so inspiring. One is from Saudi and the other is Pakistani. They met one another at an ISNA convention and really hit it off. They were both well aware of their own sexuality but hadn’t talked to one another about it. The Pakistani girl (Hira) said she was too afraid of what she felt for other women to ever put it into words after seeing her older cousin beat and married off when her parents found out she liked girls, the Arab (Rania) said she was never one to hold back but because she had instantly found Hira attractive but hadn’t seen anything to hint that Hira felt the same, she had kept her feelings to herself. Rania came out to her family when she was 15 and they had been upset but she gave them two options: Accept her as she was or watch her as she walked away. Since then her family has turned a blind eye to her sexuality and it was never a topic of conversation again. They neither approve or disprove, they just let her be. Anyway they ended up becoming best friends. Hira started learning more about lbgtq Muslims and Rania introduced her to many. They grew closer and more involved in lgbtq activities and when it came time for college, they got an apartment together and moved in. Hira’s family started becoming suspicious because of the amount of time they spent together and while she was denying her sexuality to her family - she was embracing it with Rania. They fell in love and began dating but Rania said she was tired of pretending to be “just friends” whenever their family came over when Hira hadn’t even slept in her own room for months. Eventually the hiding got too much for her and she told Hira she couldn’t do it anymore.
When Hira got to this part of the story I could see the same emotions of that day on her face and in the way she nervously pulled at her napkin, I absolutely understood the feeling of coming out to a family that didn’t even believe gay people should exist. She said she wrote a note to her parents and siblings telling them the truth about her relationship with Rania and mailed them. The backlash was horrible and her parents came to their house beating on the door and demanding that she come home. She avoided them and couldn’t even leave the house because her father, brothers or uncle were constantly coming by or waiting for her to come out. She finally called Rania (who was at work) and told her what she had done and what was going on. Rania had told her to stay inside and give her a few minutes and she’d be there.
Rania said she was scared and angry and didn’t know what to do so she called her oldest brother and blurted the entire thing out to him. When she was finished she hadn’t known what to expect but his response wasn’t what she had in mind. He had calmly said, “We’ll be by to get you from work right now.” When he got there he had her father, mother and her 4 other brothers. They got to the house and her family had stood up for them. Her father said something neither one of them will ever forget, they both said it was something they’d remember word for word for the rest of their lives, “Our daughters are good girls, they do whatever we ask them to do. They work, they go to school and they come home. They aren’t out partying and they aren’t pregnant. They haven’t ran off with a boy somewhere and they don’t call us for anything. Today my daughter called almost crying because she thought you all were going to kill the person she loved. Girl, boy, girl that was a boy or boy that was a girl - we don’t care. If she loves her then we love her. We loved her when they were friends and we love her when they are lovers. If you can’t love her because of something as small as the gender of the person she’s with instead of the faith, personality or goodness of the person she’s with then there’s no need for you to come back to this house ever again. We will love them both enough to make up for you.”
Hira’s family left and hasn’t been back to bother them since that day 5 years ago. Rania’s family kept good on the promise to love them both and even threw them a surprise 5 year anniversary party. They’re completely in love, you can tell by the way they look at one another like no one else even exists in that moment that their eyes connect. I am inspired by their bravery, their love, their family and I pray that nothing ever breaks them apart.
TAG. YOU’RE IT. The rules are to state 10 random facts about yourself. Then, go to your ten favorite blogs and tell them that they are it :D
:O I never thought I’d actually get one of these in my time on tumblr. Here goes:
1. I’m a total coward in real life, and can’t really speak my mind. I have this sort of conflict anxiety, which causes awful bouts of nausea. Often, I feel like beating myself for being so introvert.
2. I sleep with a throw over my head because my curtains can’t keep the fucking sun out.
3. I was never really a hardcore slash shipper until Merthur.
4. I literally have a little bitch fit whenever I see Colin Morgan’s stupid face. :|
5. My hair is super dry right now, and like fuck. It’s like a lion’s mane.
6. I hate it when I’m speaking Chinese or Vietnamese to other people and can’t figure out the word I’m looking for, only to remember it minutes after we’re done speaking.
7. God, this is really hard. I like to walk into those HUGEEEEE freezer rooms, like at Costco, where they store all the vegetables to inhale deeply. exhale. inhale. exhale. cold air is nice.
8. omg, there was a horrible period of my life in which I was a KAWAII drone. yep. well more like, BAKA. Yepppppppppp. and everything was Naruto. Until I legit learned Japanese, then once again balance is restored to nature.
9. I owe QC a one-shot, because I said so…like…months ago, as thanks for a fill. But haven’t gotten around to doing it. Obviously, she has permission to maim me. hi, secret’s out. I’m sort of a kinky shit. yep. I had a huge ass freak out when she filled it—literally jumping around my chair like a mad child.
10. I get horribly amused by children television; still watch Sesame Street if I can catch it, or Power Rangers. Kamen Rider Kabuto.
“I’m no more jealous of E. L. James’ success than I am of somebody who’s won the lottery.”—Somebody on a documentary I caught the end of last night, which seemed to be essentially an hour of journalists and ACTUAL writers rightly slamming 50 Shades. BAZINGA. (via furiousdee)