Gresik, East Java, December 27th 2016.
Hi readers, Today I reblog an article from another blog that I follow. How interesting when I’m imagining Harrisson from USA & Farid from Iran being connected & fall in love to each other. I don’t know if this story is true or not, but it would be awesome if there will be someone who create it into film.
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Son Got Angry After Seeing Men Kissing in Miami – Father of Orlando Shooter
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Mississippi USA & somewhere in Iran
Harrison never really thought about it much, but the conservatives who ran the state just sealed the deal. Similar to several other states, Mississippi had just passed a gay marriage ban, by an overwhelming majority of 86%, a final insult to a long list of injuries. He was only 18 and still lived at home. He had never had a boyfriend and was still a virgin, never loving a man or a woman. He grew up in a two parent home. Devout Baptist, full of fire and brimstone. He loved his parents, and he enjoyed the choir at church. Harrison’s faith in God was absolute, but every Sunday felt like torture, as the minister seemed to zero in on him.
On the other side of the world, in distance, culture and ideology, Farid had just sat down, now staring at his computer screen. He knew what he was doing was risky, for the Ayatollah of Iran had just ordered surveillance, crackdowns and in some cases, all out bans on internet use. But the lure of seeing his American friend, was much too strong for him to care. Homosexuality was strictly forbidden in his country: punishable, by hanging till dead. He was still not comfortable with who he was, and in fact, never would be. He would blame Allah for giving him a burden that was too heavy for him to carry. Although he never ventured into the underground, hearing stories of other men who were like him, but expressing themselves in both loving and carnal fashion. But through the wonders of social media, he had found a boy who was also his friend. They would video call one another, first once a week, than as often as they could. The ten hour time difference made communication a challenge, but it was one they both were up to. When the computer was off, they felt sad and empty, neither understood or knew the reason why, but Harrison and Farid, had fallen in love.
The problem with gay lies in one very complex word….truth. By definition the word appears elementary, but consort your most trusted dictionary and you will understand what I mean. I tend to shy away from presenting definitions, preferring my word usage to define itself. But an exception in this case is needed, so that on the issue of truth, our varied, polarized, condemning and similar ideologies, understandings, opinions and beliefs on homosexuality, can be viewed through the same lense, if only for a moment, before we return to the safety of the familiar. But let us remain here for just a little longer. Be us Jews or Gentiles, Muslims or Hindus, Buddhist or Atheists, Straight or Gay, for or against, let us read the definition with clarity, open minds and hearts in an attempt to gain full awareness of the meaning of truth, and the complexity it assures, even when there is the best intent.
from dictionary.com – truth
- the true or actual state of a matter:
- conformity with fact or reality
- a verified or indisputable fact, proposition, principle, or the like:
- the state or character of being true.
- actuality or actual existence.
One of the core beliefs and most used statements by non-accepting heterosexuals is that being gay is a choice. And even though I can state with almost near certainty, that while one may come to accept, embrace and become proud of the person they are, few if any will declare, “If there had been a choice from the beginning, I would have chosen to be gay”. But whether it is arrogance or simply choosing to protect our trusted beliefs, there is a mindset in some of us, that ignores the truth coming directly out of the individual who is not only living it, but has absolutely no reason to lie, since for many, being gay has been the source of hardship, self-hate, abuse and like in present day Uganda, humiliation and death. Yet we ignore all of this, and still hold on to our truths, telling our brothers and sisters that, “The choice was yours to make”.
Truth is complex. With few absolute exceptions, mathematics being one and that the sky is blue, the other, what is truth to me may not be truth to you, but both maintain validity if our truths are based on beliefs. During our formative years, our ideas, dreams and beliefs change often. But at some point in each of our lives, we are accepting and comfortable and perhaps rigid, or set in our ways. And no amount of scientific data will conform a devout parishioner, nor will a single verse from the Holy Bible, convert an evolutionist into a Catholic. So do we escape to our imagined glass castles, built high upon a pedestal, and shout down to the masses, “You are all wrong, because only I know the truth!” Or do we revisit the definition, and search for goodness and kindness in each other – reaching out for commonality – or do we allow our differences in philosophies to give us permission, to judge your truth as lies.
Those who condemn gay marriage,
yet are silent or indifferent to the breakdown of marriage and divorce,
are, in my view, missing the real issue.
– Malcolm Turnbull
It’s a very sad life. It’s part of Satan, I think, to say that this is gay. – Michelle Bachmann
The first time, they took their shirts off, the voices denouncing their being, that each had heard all of their young lives, made them shameful of what they were doing, even though separated by miles and an ocean, and only viewing one another through a computer, they quickly pulled their shirts back on. But time had passed and they made peace with love and desire. One held onto his God, but rejected the notion that he was doomed. The other denounced his Religion, still believing, in the teachings, but his truth, was that God had forsaken him.
The fires of passion begin burning, as they talked and laughed in darkened rooms. But when silence had come over them, they realized both were now nude. Harrison spoke first saying, “I love you”. Farid instantly followed suit. They reached a hand out to touch the computer, imagining how the other’s touch would feel. But before they could make the final connection, Farid’s door was kicked open with force. Screams of disgust and condemnation came from the multitude of government and spiritual troopers. They surrounded him, scoffing at his nakedness. One soldier looked at Harrison in the computer screen, muttered a mix of homophobic jargon, before smashing the computer to the ground. The last thing Harrison would remember, as it all became a blur, is hearing Farid’s scream… as they drug him out of the room.
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