In my region, parents keep their daughters separate from
boys, starting from the age of eight, if not before. This happened in my own
family. We were scrupulously kept apart from boys to the extent that we didn’t
even know our male cousin’s names. Our family gatherings only involved girls.
Whenever we bought postcards to congratulate one of our female relatives for
something she had accomplished, we would normally send her a postcard with a
picture of a girl or a woman on the front. I felt strangely stirred by the
beautiful girls that I saw in pictures. I felt like I was being dragged towards
them somehow. I didn’t understand this feeling, but I knew it made me anxious.
I knew that I could not stop thinking about these beautiful women as the night
passed away into morning. It was my own secret.
Later, I got married and had babies, as was expected of me.
I live in a conservative area, but my husband is an open-minded man. We
would watch porn together, especially pictures and films of women. He asked me
about my own personal thoughts and desires. At first, I was too shy to express
them, but over time, my attraction towards women grew more obvious to me. I
told my husband about it. He explained what it means to be gay, lesbian or
bisexual. He told me that it was my own business, and that I was free to
find myself a girlfriend if I wanted to. He warned me to keep it a secret in
case people found out in the community. From conversations with my colleagues
at work, I knew that these kinds of relationships existed, but that they went
on in secret.
Once, I was with a group of women who were gathered at a
wedding. It was a relaxed atmosphere, and some of them were talking about
enjoying their sex lives. Emboldened by their frankness, I told them that I
watched porn movies with my husband. They were horrified. One of them told me
it was such a huge sin that even mentioning it was a sin in itself. Another
told me that masturbation was also prohibited in Islam and that on Judgement
Day, the hands of masturbators would become pregnant. When I mentioned lesbianism,
one was shocked and confused. She didn’t understand how women could have sex
together. One told me it was a sin, prohibited by Islam. And some stayed
silent. It seemed useless to say more, so I stayed silent too. The conversation
felt unfinished, and I looked towards the internet for answers, but I couldn’t
find anything about lesbianism in Islam. It was another secret.
When sexual attraction stems naturally, repressing it
becomes difficult, even harmful. One of my childhood friends told me that the
first time she had expressed sexual interest in another woman, she was rudely
rejected. She told me that she now has a relationship with a woman who lives in
her neighbourhood. Her girlfriend’s husband works abroad. She has four children
and felt overwhelmed and lonely. She came to my friend and told her about all
of her anxieties. My friend hugged and kissed her and she responded in kind.
Now, they are inseparable. They are happy. They spend all of their free time
together. But they have kept their relationship completely private. Their
feelings are forbidden. Every home has its own story and its own secrets.
Secret sexualities
In my region, parents keep their daughters separate from boys, starting from the age of eight, if not before. This happened in my own family. We were scrupulously kept apart from boys to the extent that we didn’t even know our male cousin’s names. Our family gatherings only involved girls. Whenever we bought postcards to congratulate one of our female relatives for something she had accomplished, we would normally send her a postcard with a picture of a girl or a woman on the front. I felt strangely stirred by the beautiful girls that I saw in pictures. I felt like I was being dragged towards them somehow. I didn’t understand this feeling, but I knew it made me anxious. I knew that I could not stop thinking about these beautiful women as the night passed away into morning. It was my own secret.
Later, I got married and had babies, as was expected of me. I live in a conservative area, but my husband is an open-minded man. We would watch porn together, especially pictures and films of women. He asked me about my own personal thoughts and desires. At first, I was too shy to express them, but over time, my attraction towards women grew more obvious to me. I told my husband about it. He explained what it means to be gay, lesbian or bisexual. He told me that it was my own business, and that I was free to find myself a girlfriend if I wanted to. He warned me to keep it a secret in case people found out in the community. From conversations with my colleagues at work, I knew that these kinds of relationships existed, but that they went on in secret.
Once, I was with a group of women who were gathered at a wedding. It was a relaxed atmosphere, and some of them were talking about enjoying their sex lives. Emboldened by their frankness, I told them that I watched porn movies with my husband. They were horrified. One of them told me it was such a huge sin that even mentioning it was a sin in itself. Another told me that masturbation was also prohibited in Islam and that on Judgement Day, the hands of masturbators would become pregnant. When I mentioned lesbianism, one was shocked and confused. She didn’t understand how women could have sex together. One told me it was a sin, prohibited by Islam. And some stayed silent. It seemed useless to say more, so I stayed silent too. The conversation felt unfinished, and I looked towards the internet for answers, but I couldn’t find anything about lesbianism in Islam. It was another secret.
When sexual attraction stems naturally, repressing it becomes difficult, even harmful. One of my childhood friends told me that the first time she had expressed sexual interest in another woman, she was rudely rejected. She told me that she now has a relationship with a woman who lives in her neighbourhood. Her girlfriend’s husband works abroad. She has four children and felt overwhelmed and lonely. She came to my friend and told her about all of her anxieties. My friend hugged and kissed her and she responded in kind. Now, they are inseparable. They are happy. They spend all of their free time together. But they have kept their relationship completely private. Their feelings are forbidden. Every home has its own story and its own secrets.
Mahfooz
Mahfooz