This Way Out

by Tufayel Ahmed

Religion, colour, anatomy . . . It doesn’t matter compared to the quality of the person.’

What life could I really have if, at the end of it, no good deed would ever be enough to repent the sin of my existence?

‘What I’ve made peace with now is that this is who I am. I can’t change that and I don’t want to either. I haven’t changed as a person. I’m still the same person inside. I just happen to be in love with a man.’