I’m a Hijabi and I kissed a girl

At 15, I fell in love with my best friend. Luckily, she felt the same way about me. We went to the same school and hung out together all the time. Being raised in a conservative society, we weren’t accustomed to hanging out outdoors, so we would often visit each other at home instead.

When the feelings I had for her dawned on me, I wasn’t ready to accept it. How could I accept myself feeling for someone of the same sex? That was wrong, was it not? Or at least that’s what I grew up learning. Every time I allowed those feelings to get the best of me, I fell into a pit of regret. All the hateful slurs I encountered daily on Islamic sites saying things like “they are disgusting,” “they are inhumane,” “it’s immoral,” “it’s not normal,” “they must be mentally messed up,” “Allah will burn them in the fire of Jahannam,” and the fatwas released calling for the death penalties for them, made me more miserable and reluctant to accept what I was.

I remember our first kiss. It was magical, but back then I didn’t allow myself to feel anything except guilt and regret. I cried myself to sleep the next few nights, feeling like I had terribly sinned.

I grew up hating myself for being what I am. I prayed more every night in the hope that Allah would forgive me and then cried myself to sleep because I really couldn’t shake my feelings away. I missed her, but I was stuck between my religion and my relationship with her. She understood my situation and, in spite of my indecisiveness, held on for as long as she could. She knew she loved me, and somehow that was enough for her. I wish I had the courage to realise that she was enough for me too. But instead, I put an end to our relationship and started publicly endorsing homophobia in an attempt to shun the fact that I, myself, was part of the LGBT community. I was a lesbian. I advocated against the LGBT community on social media platforms such as Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram.

Even after I left Islam, I wasn’t ready to come to terms with who I was because of the hatred towards the gay community that was rooted inside me. I constantly felt like there was something wrong with me and that my parents would suffer because of that – the idea of having a lesbian daughter is worse than anything else in this society. The idea that you support the LGBT community is so alien to all the Muslims around me that most don’t even fathom to acknowledge its existence. All these wavering thoughts threw me down a deep hole of depression and took up most of my teenage years. I was immersed in feelings of guilt and regret for years, only because I loved someone of the same sex.

It took many years of therapy and a long journey of self-discovery, care, and self-love to get where I am today. Although I still wear the hijab and could be categorised as a closeted ExMuslim, my only regret is that I lost the love of my life to someone else because I couldn’t love her the way I should have.

Beyza* is a Turkish ExMuslim from a conservative Muslim fami