A Love of My Very Own

When I confessed this to him, Rahim was most understanding. He told me he found me beautiful. I smiled, and thanked him, then wished him goodnight. Three days later, we met for dinner. He told me his wife Fatima decided to leave him for good, and divorce was inevitable. I gently touched his hand and offered him my support. And that's how it all began. Rahim Muhammad's soon-to-be-ex-wife Fatima put him through hell in their divorce, and by the time she was done with him, he basically only had the shirt on his back. I supported him, though. I wanted to be there for this wonderful brother who was enduring all these trials and tribulations. The Somali community and the Islamic community as a whole disowned Rahim Muhammad. Apparently, one cannot be gay, bisexual or lesbian and be a practicing Muslim. Rahim still gets death threats in his email.

In the end, Rahim Muhammad had to leave Ottawa because a lot of the Somalis he considered his friends and family members were after him. He moved to Toronto, where he got a new job and started a new life. His ex-wife Fatima still won't let him see his daughter Aisha and it is killing him. Seeing Rahim in pain just about killed me, but I swore that I'd be there for him. He stayed at my house, and I cooked for him, cleaned for him and all that. I'm in love with the guy, what can I say? In time, he noticed how much I cared for him, and we became lovers. We are together now, and we're happy. A Black Transsexual woman and her hunky bisexual Somali Muslim lover. It takes all kinds, that's for sure.