The morning air was thick with the scent of coffee as I watched people bustle in and out of the door, making sure to get their morning fix before rushing off to work. Amir and I were sat in a secluded corner of a rustic, worn down coffee shop, him chattering casually about whatever topic came to mind. This is one of the many characteristics I've come to admire about Amir, he understands my shyness and instead of highlighting it, brushes it off and continues speaking instead of waiting awkwardly for me to reply.
He always tells me I should be a writer when I grow up as I'm "one of the most articulate people he's ever had the pleasure of meeting," or so he's said when replying to my lengthy, well thought-out texts. The thought disheartens me, I've always wanted to study writing, but I know my future has already been decided for me. I'm marrying Sahar, becoming a doctor, and raising a successful family that will make Ummah proud. Though I know this to be true, I can't help but wonder--will Sahar balance out my flaws in the same ways Amir does?
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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.
