It's been a year since Allah took you away from us Babah. I still don't understand why, but you told me to always trust Allah so I will. Ummah never talks about you Babah. I really wish she would instead of pretending like you didn't exist. I miss you. It feels wrong that you're gone. I expect you to be at the breakfast table when I get up in the morning, but you're never there. I wish I had someone to talk to about the emptiness. Someone other than Allah.
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𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭
Romance❝ When I walk into a room full of people, I always look for you first ❞ ஐ In which Zaki Hadad, a gay Saudi Arabian teen, struggles to accept himself in an oppressive society and outlets his feelings into his journal.
