Being a gay Muslim in India? It’s like living in a constant storm, where every step forward feels like a battle against the wind. You’re stuck between a society that’s obsessed with fitting everyone into neat little boxes and a community that often refuses to see you for who you are. It’s suffocating. You can’t win. You’re either “too gay” for one side or “not Muslim enough” for the other. And the worst part? Everyone has an opinion about your life, like they’re the ones living it.
You’re just trying to exist, to love, to be yourself, and yet every day feels like a fight for basic dignity. The stares, the whispers, the outright hostility—it’s relentless. And don’t even get me started on the hypocrisy. The same people who preach love, compassion, and acceptance are the first to turn their backs when you need them most. It’s exhausting, carrying the weight of everyone else’s judgment while trying to hold onto your own sense of self.