Liz, my best friend. I told her I was gay a year ago.
And she was like 'Ok. No big deal.'
I was so full of emotion when I texted her.
And seeing her calm made me feel like I hadn't said anything. Like she didn't even care.
We didn't talk about it much after that.
Just passing jokes about the cute guy in the class.
There's a lizard in my room. The scary little thing which scares the hell out of my roommate.
A month back he started throwing out his stuff from his room. He even took out the bed and the carpet just because there was a lizard there. We had fun hunting it down. I didn't let them hurt it. We just scared it out.
Whale: Out of the water. Into the water. Out again. Dead.
Turtle: Out of the shell. Dead.
Lizard: Out of the room. I let it live.
Getting back to the little friend in my room. A lizard. It's been there for quite a time now.
The other day I was staring at it. Silently I walked up to the wall. It stared. I stared back and whispered "lizard friend, I'm gay"
No response.
I looked at my cat.
And I thought 'why do I interact so much with the cat and I have this animal in my room and we never even talked?'
I've never left food for it. I've left stuff for insects and birds and cats even rats. I've never looked at this thing who lives in my room.
Just because people thing it's ugly?
The lizard is a peaceful creature.
Quoting from Wikipedia
"Most lizard species are harmless to humans. Only the largest lizard species, the Komodo dragon, which reaches 3.3 meters in length and weighs up to 166 kg, has been known to stalk, attack, and, on occasion, kill humans."
I've never seen it running and biting my leg. My cat does that every few minutes and we pick him up snuggle his head.
I'm a lizard. I'm not noticed. I'm living silently.
I'm a lizard who's finally started speaking up.
A lizard speaking up? That's unnatural.
A mob gathers outside.
A lizard deserves to be killed even when it's quiet.
And according to my anatomy teacher it's a good deed to kill a dangerous ugly creature like a lizard.
The mob grows. They can't decide what to do with a lizard who is speaking up.
Something condemned to die even when it's silent, is finally speaking up for it's ungodly rights?
Blasphemy!
The crowd roars.
Jibreel comes down.
Smashes the cigarette to the table top, burning a hole in it.
Down he tumbles.
Singing. Through the cloud he falls.
The archangel.
Up up I go.
The Miraj.
The visit to the sky.
The mob roars.
Finds my cousin, the whale lying in my bed.
Dying, drying in that house on the shore.
They leave it there to die.
Alone there. Dying. Drying. Calling for Ulmo.
Knowing he's dead. Crying out in pain. Crying for Ulmo. Lamenting.
God killed him. Smashed him to bits..
All is dark until the rocks start moving.
Until the mammal takes to the skies.
Defying all rules. It flies!
Joins the lizard and the archangel.
Jibreel. Defected. He no longer works for God.
The whale waits... Crying, lamenting for Ulmo.
The world is changing. Defiance. The gift of Ulmo is finally showing up.
I'm the whale.
I'm the dog.
The turtle.
The lizard.
The archangel Jibreel
I'm Ulmo.
Im a gay guy in Pakistan writing this blog.
The world stirs.
