Gaby/
France
“I felt sexualized, denigrated, reduced to a criminal and an abomination.”
READ THE STORY“I felt sexualized, denigrated, reduced to a criminal and an abomination.”
READ THE STORY“My mother told me that these pigeons were a part of her that I could keep with me.”
READ THE STORY“It’s like a knot in your stomach, as if you were burning from the inside, as if you feel your heart blazing, and you say to yourself, what is happening?”
READ THE STORY“I think that to believe in something, even if you don’t necessarily believe in God, but you believe in an entity, it’s a kind of pillar and allows you to have hope in the world.”
READ THE STORY“I thank God everyday that I’m not straight. When you love someone outside of a norm, you step out of that norm. You love the person.”
READ THE STORY“My family perceived femininity in me, so they tried to contain it, to repress and expel it. Why do I dance? A boy doesn’t dance. He’s supposed to love football. I did not like football”
READ THE STORY“I think it’s Islam that saved me a little from not getting into heterosexuality”
READ THE STORY“I am a transgender and Muslim woman, and this changes nothing about my relationship with Islam. Not with Ramadan, not with Allah, and not with my worship. There is not a single thing that has changed in this regard. I am who I am because of religion. I don’t care about the opinions from people … READ THE STORY
READ THE STORYI thank God everyday that I’m not straight. When you love someone outside of a norm, you step out of that norm. It’s a relationship to love that goes beyond something. You love the person.
READ THE STORYCamille Farrah Lenain is a 2022 Where Love is Illegal Fellowship Winner.
READ THE STORY“about 6 or 7 years ago, a friend and I were walking along a street, laughing out loud and somehow, a guy started to shout ‘faggot !’ indefinetely on the other side of the street. Sheer provocation : I couldn’t stand here and smile stupidly because I thought at first that he wasn’t talking to me ; so I said the guy to shut up… He crossed the street, pacing in my direction, pushed me and swore my death the next time he’d see me. Sadly “classic”, this story wouldn’t get out of my mind, even though I had to do if everything was normal the rest of the day, not only to my friends, but also to my family.”
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