“You—you’re gay?”
I clenched my fists nervously. “Yes. Yes I am.”
“Why?”
The question took me aback. “What do you mean ‘Why?’ Because it’s how I feel. It’s what I am. I can’t ignore it.” I shrugged, putting out my hands in surrender to my condition. “I like men more than women. Your family likes Jesus more than Allah. It’s a matter of what works for an individual.”
Kalil went back to rubbing his hands together anxiously. “I mean, why are you open about it? If your parents don’t approve…”
“I already told you I don’t care what my parents think. If I’m going to Hell, I’m going to Hell. So be it. I know I’m a good person, and I think Jesus once went to Hell and took anyone who was there for some minor sin up to Heaven. Maybe he’ll do that for me.”
“Disrespecting your parents is a sin too,” Kalil said, again with a tone more tired than anything else.