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“It was a beautiful April day, spring comes early in the Middle East, and already in April the cherry blossom outside the window was in full bloom. The small but beautiful student room was filled with sunlight. The air was light and refreshing, carrying a pleasant chilly breeze. We were young, we were in love. And our bodies were too small to keep it all inside.
It was not the first kiss but maybe the first special one, followed by another kiss and then another. Maybe it was the special one out of which two bodies become one, hands searching other hands, together entering the unknown world of love, joy and beauty.
When my roommate entered the room and found us tightly holding each other, all the good and beautiful I knew disappeared. She was shouting: ‘sick’, ‘ugly’, ‘immoral’, ‘selfish’ … the words kept spinning in my head and it took me ages to get rid of the shame and guilt those words planted in me.
I still wonder if I should consider this day as a beautiful memory or a sad one, it is definitely an unforgettable one. This top does not belong to me, but to the woman I was in love with. This top is a memory of that day, a day of love and sorrow. The day I discovered love is not spread fairly in this world.
I, who still fall in love with women and still loves to fall in love in April.”
From the archive, original quote.
