"Hi! Sorry to bother you; I know you probably get asked this a lot, but do you ever struggle with your faith because of your sexuality? - Anon."
Malik Ishtar is a Muslim journalism student who works for a freelance newspaper, and he lives in San Fra...
Hey, guys. So this is it! The end of I See Heaven Inside You! I really hope that you enjoyed the story, and if you're reading this late and you've seen things you think I should change, please don't hesitate to contact me. My next Big Thing(TM) will be a project I'm working on getting out for the start of November. I'm going to try to actually write out the full stories before I post anything now, mainly because of how stress-free posting this was. Anyway, enjoy.
CW: Mentions of surgery, mention of tactics people use to try to get LGBT+ people to believe they're sinful.
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Malik hummed softly under his breath as he logged into his tumblr account. Ryou draped his arms around Malik's chest. He was still recovering from bottom surgery, so they had just decided to make their trip to Thailand slightly longer to make sure he was okay when they got back - he didn't have the insurance or the money to get it done in America. Even with the flights and accommodation, it was cheaper in Thailand. Probably due to the risk if anything went wrong, but nothing did. "You should be finishing your article."
"I'm nearly done, and I need a break." Malik turned his head and kissed Ryou's arm. "Go get your coffee, honey. It's on the counter."
"Thanks." Ryou pulled away and trudged over to the counter. "Are Bakura and Mehi up?"
Malik nodded. "Yeah, they both went down to the gym. Bakura's insisting that he can do Mehi's workout without dying."
Ryou hummed as he took a sip. "Fuck that's good. And he probably can."
"Yeah, but he hasn't managed it so far." Malik opened his messages. His account had gotten bigger and he usually had one or two asks every morning. "Are Mehi's parents still having us over for dinner when we get back?"
"Yeah, they're going to pick us up from the airport. Apparently Mellie threw up in Hernan's shoe though, so we should get them an apology present." Malik hummed in agreement. Mellie was a nuisance. Ryou drained the end of his coffee and moved back to the kitchen table. "Anything new?"
"One or two." Malik nodded, clicking into the one that caught his eye.
Hi! Sorry to bother you; I know you probably get asked this a lot, but do you ever struggle with your iman because of your sexuality? – Anon.
Malik chewed his lip and Ryou leaned over the glass top. "You've got your thinking face on. Something good?"
"Just looking for some advice, I think," Malik replied, pulling off his reading glasses and rubbing his eyes.
Ryou narrowed his own eyes. "How long have you been on your computer?"
"Since fajr," Malik admitted with a yawn. "Isis rang me. Rishid graduated."
Ryou grabbed his arm, eyes lighting up. "That's fantastic!"
Malik smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I know. She wants us all to go out and celebrate with them and Kevin when we get back - I'm pretty sure Kevin's going to propose to him."
