birth of a newborn boy. The birth of girls is also a sign of mercy. But has anyone ever celebrated the happiness of even a Transgender? Is he not a human being? Is he not made by our God? Does his emotions matter nothing? A newborn baby who was not even a few minutes old was rejected by his father, is this fair to him? What was his fault that he was transgender? But it was the mother who held the child to her breast and gave her milk. It was his first and last mother's feed.
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"Qasim, take a look. It's your blood, look at his innocent face. Don't you feel mercy for him, Don't you want to hold your baby tightly with love?" Mother said while crying.
"Stop the nonsense Zamda. Don't call him my baby. My blood can't be that dirty." The father said angrily.
"Qasim, you can say anything, but this is our child." Zamada said while wiping her tears.
"I am going home and I don't want this child in the house. If you love me and want to be in my home then give this child to people like him. Don't you dare step into my house with him, I will kill both of you." He said while leaving the room.
"Please leave me at the door." Zamda said to the nurse.
"Ali Leave table number 10 outside the gate. I don't know where such patients come from." The nurse addressed her colleague. However, the nurse left Zamda and her child at the gate.
"Is there someone who will give shelter to my child? Is there someone who will raise him? Someone, take this child. After all, it is also a human child. It is not an animal." Zamda cried while kneeling on the ground and questioning God.
"Hey, give me this child. Is it a boy or a girl?" A woman came running to Zamda.
"No, this is not a boy nor a girl. But this is the creation of my Lord." Zamda said while wiping her tears. She found a hope that her kid would also get a place in this world.
Eeeuuuu! I thought he was a baby boy."* The woman said while leaving.
Many people go away from seeing this child, whose mother was crying while holding him. But No one could name the child.
"Give me this child. What if it is not a boy or a girl? It is a human being. God made him too. Just like he praised me." This voice was of a man but the style of a woman. He relates the gender of the baby.
"I will nurture him and make him better than you humans. According to you people like your husband, we are animals. But you know what, in actuality, we are far better than them.,” he said mockingly.
"Take this child and name him Moaz. Teach him everything that a normal child learns." Zamda said while giving the child to that gay.
"Oh my cute baby." Gay said when he sees the kid for the first time and takes the baby from Zamda.
"Wait, let me kiss him once. Let me see him for a while. And what is your name?"Zamda speaks up in a sad voice.
"I will take care of him. By the way, my name is Almas, but people call me Pinky." Gay raised his arms for the baby and Zamda cries, sobs, screams and then a sudden silence. Zamda gave her baby. Zamda ran away crying and did not look back.
"Whose child is this, Pinky?". Oh my god! Have you kidnapped him?" This voice was from another transgender.
"No Bijli, this child is like us and I took him from a helpless mother. I will give him a normal life, I will teach him things like a normal child learns. And one more thing, Bijli, I mean Rehan, listen to one more thing, we will change our way of life. I see myself in this child. I will provide him with all those things, which I desired in my childhood. And avoid doing any creepy stuff that you do sometimes, in front of him."Almas emphasized.
(There was also a third transgender who was not happy with this goodness, but he was jealous that when he is like us, why should his lifestyle be different from ours? Since Almas was the most respected among the gurus, he remained silent without raising any questions.)
10 years later
Moaz had grown up now. Almas raised him very well. But the people of this world still looked at him with the same dirty and contemptuous eyes.
"Hey, look, small pinky is going". This was the voice of those rude children of our society whose parents have trained them like this.
"I am a boy, why do you call me like that? I am also like you people." Moaz was about to cry.
"Hey you, get lost, you are not like us." These boys laughed loudly.
Moaz ran away towards his home. The same home where Pinky took care of him for years. Thousands of thoughts pinch Moaz about why these people talk rubbish about him. But he can't understand.
"Baba, Who am I? What is my identity?" Moaz said while hugging Almas.
"Son, you ask me this question every single day and every time I give you only one answer that you are my son and my God made you." Almas consoled him and said, And this consolation Almas used to give him every day.
"Moaz son, come here and see what your uncle has brought for you." It was the voice of Bijli, whose real name was Rehan.
(Almas changed his lifestyle to rais Moaz. He stopped dancing and begging. He was living the life of an ordinary person in front of him. He was now running a shop. But still, there was a villain named Neelo originally named Farhan. He doesn't stop dancing and begging but he usually does this at night time.)
"I have left no stone unturned, but this society. Why is this society not letting this child live in Peace?" Almas addressed Rehan while telling him about Moaz's real-life problems.
"Guru G (Teacher), don't worry, our God is with us."* Bijli said, placing his hand on Almas' shoulder.
(Today it was the result day of the school. Where the teachers had organized a small ceremony.)
"Bijli my kid has gone to school. I am also living for his school. I hope my child will succeed with good marks." Almas combed her hair and left for school.
"How long will you hide the identity of transgender from him? One day or another, his truth will be revealed to him." A shopkeeper pulled the leg of Almas.
"I believe my God, he has great plans." Almas said to the shopkeeper and left clapping his hands.
(When he reached the school, Almas was a great shock. A child wearing bells and dressed as a girl was performing on the stage. It was none other than Moaz.)
"Wait Moaz, I wouldn't let this happen. Does my child look like a dancer? I will not let him perform here like this." Almas shouted,
"But Baba, my teachers have taught me this dance so that parents do not get bored here on result day," Moaz said innocently.
"My children, you don't know that this society is very cruel. And you guys, there are thousands of boys in this school. You only got my child. How shameless you all are. Be careful whoever did this act again. I will forget what you guys are." Almas said bitterly and took his child from there.
This was the first time when Moaz felt he was not like ordinary people. He feels a dual personality inside him. Till that time he always found himself as a boy, but one mistake at school by teachers helped him to find out he was something else.
Now it was the turn of the third transgender whom I mentioned as the villain to showcase his character.
"Uncle Amjad, Tell me who I am. Baba always tells me the same thing every day. Why do people call me by such names?" Moaz said curiously.
"I will tell you the truth, my little girl. Don't put too much pressure on your mind, my girl, I will tell you everything." Amjad took advantage of the opportunity and said. Everyone called Amjad, Raju.
"When you were born your mother and father left you. My guru Ji(Teacher) raised you. He is not your real father." Raju said while shedding fake tears.
Moaz was shocked. Moaz could not bear that Raju said another heart-wrenching thing.
"You are not like ordinary people. You are one of us, even your baba is not a complete man or woman, We are transgenders. We are completely different from the people of this world. We have a different identity."
"Uncle Amjad, what are you saying? I don't understand anything. Transgender, what is that? And if Almas is not my father, then who is my father?" Moaz said with a trembling voice.
So many questions in the mind of a ten-year-old child and the only answer was that you are not for this world. Which destroyed the future of a child.
"A transgender is neither male nor female. From the day we are born, we are thrown into the garbage or given to a dancer's house. And it is normal to hear that this person is not one of us. We are not allowed to live in our own houses but instead, our family drops us to the houses of beggars and dancers." Raju said sternly, but somewhere in his heart, there was hatred.
"But all of you are not dancers. And neither i did dance before. Then how can we be transgender? God made us too. Just like everyone else." Moaz said innocently.
" Moaz, come here, it's time for your tuition. Come, let me drop you at your tutor's house." Almas said, making noises from outside the house.
"Go Moaz, before your father sees me with you, go from here." Raju said while passing the bag to Moaz.
"I am here." Moaz said in a sad tone.
Almas came to home from the academy and was very worried because Moaz had not spoken all the way and was looking very worried.
"Bijli, you noticed something. Moaz was very quiet." Almas said while addressing Rehan.
"No, Guru ji, I went to the market to buy goods, I did not notice it yet." Bjli said while cutting vegetables.
Three hours had passed but Almas did not relax for a minute that was what happened to Moaz suddenly. As soon as the academy time was over, Almas left to pick up Muaz. And as he reached there, he was shocked.
"What happened, why are you all looking for Moaz? Are you playing hide and seek?" He asked from children.
"No, Uncle, it's been an hour since Muaz left on the pretext of drinking water and still hasn't come back. We've been looking for him since then and we won't find his name or trace." The voice was from a child who was in Moaz's academy.
"Oh my God, what happened to my kid? Where has my child gone? I had left him here, how could he disappear so suddenly? Surely one of you has done mischief." Almas said while looking for Moaz.
"Hey someone find my child and bring him back to me. I promised his mother I would take care of him. Someone help me. Is everyone here stone-hearted? If something happens to my child, you will all be responsible for it." Almas said loudly.
"Why are you making so much noise, Pinky, Has your fake child disappeared? A transgender has no right to grow up in the way you were growing him. Why are you so worried? If not today, then it was bound to happen tomorrow. He has to know who is he. He is transgender and he will remain that. I told you how long you will hide his identity from him." It was the same shopkeeper who had stopped Almas and told him on the day of the result.
"Ramazan, how can you say that he has found out the truth? Tell me what you have done. Tell me quickly, otherwise I will kill you." Almas said, grabbing the shopkeeper's collar.
"Yes, he came to me wandering around and crying. He was asking everyone who I am in actuality. What is my identity? I told him everything truthfully. And speaking the truth is not a wrong thing." Ramzan said while laughing.
Almas was still in this struggle when suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps. And this sound was slowly approaching and he turned.
"Moaz, what have you done? This dress is for girls. This lipstick. What is this?" Almas said while removing lipstick from his face.
"All these were given to me by Raju Baji. He said these are all yours. Baba, that is why I am wearing them." Moaz said while clapping loudly.
" How dare you Raju you taught my child such stuff" Almas addressing Raju.
"Why pinky guru, after all, we are doing all this even in the dark of night. He also has to do the same thing tomorrow. If he learns today, he will do it tomorrow easily. Time has witnessed that we were not in schools, but at footpaths and in dancer clubs. We are not born to read and write, but to dance in the joy of these people." Raju said sternly...
Almas, who was a heart patient, had a heart attack after seeing his child in this condition. Since he was not present in the list of men and women, no one supported his treatment. And he remained piled up there. People did not consider it appropriate to shoulder his body. This good man was not even blessed with a shroud the last time and he was buried in this condition.
"No, Father, you can't leave me like this in this cruel world, who else is mine except you? I don't want to live a life that has no honour. Take me with you. I don't want to live in the crowd of these people heartless people. Where there is no place for us" Moaz said while crying loudly.
"I pray that whoever is responsible for my father's death will not be blessed with a shroud at the end of time." Moaz said while clapping his hands.
And from here started the same life of Moaz, which Almas had kept until he got Moaz in his life. Raihan alias Bijli grew up under the seduction of Amjad alias Raju and started teaching this child to dance. Moaz had started learning all this but all the time he had only one thought in his heart,
Does that mean you are my son?
Moiz qasim?
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Hahahha LOL you take it serious. I was just finding character names then I realized untill I don't keep myself on that stage I can't write. So therefore I put my name.
Taking about transgenders in Pakistan is something that needs to be appreciate a lot because in Pakistan we found so many people who treats transgender as nonhumans.
Your story is just so creative and well developed, I literally felt myself as part of it and when Moaz's mother crying for him and his future and questioning God about who will take care of him, makes me sad too.
Hehe i laughed when I read that u used your own name as the hero of your story. I remember once we were talking about this topic, "at least we can be heroes of our own stories". And when I read your name I was like oh man he took that so serious😂
Keep shinning🌟
U know I told you that I will write it personally. I just do that. Because I think I shouldn't add another name..
Your story is very good. I am angry with people like Qasim and feel sorry for people like Zamda that she cannot do anything for her children.Indeed they are much better than us. People don't support him and I don't know why people reject him. Is it an educated society or an uneducated society, I don't know what to call this society. Whatever, in the case when Moaz wanted to find himself, it might be dangerous for him, he might try to socialize. I will be waiting for the next part. And I think that's a fact.
You are right it is very risky to find yourself inside you. Might be he will distracted from a boy to girl. Might b he will join his fellows. And may be he will trust on Almas. I know I creating suspense. But you have to wait.
This is a wonderful story, @moaz-sabir. Please fine a way to end it here, in this blog. We don't accept continuations or chapters. This could easily conclude. Find a good place and sum up an ending. Repost in the next few hours so we can curate. The posts are sort of on a clock so do it right away.
Thank you for posting here again.
Oky I m going to start writing again. And I will end it soon.
I have completed my story and make its end. You can see my post. @TheInkWell
Your name in the story gave it an entirely different rhythm. And the topic, transgender is a major concern for the world today. Across the globe there are different points of view.
But this story, all together, made it awesome how we should treat on another irrespective of our thoughts and beliefs.
I have completed it till its end. So If you wants to read you can chek my post I have edit it.
You used your name as protagonist and it stole tHe show..🙌🏻
Hahaha thank you very so much for this honor. I think you we should start from ourslef not from the others and this step will change the society.
Yeah surely it is the pointt..!!
hi @moaz-sabir
Your story is tender and layered. Life is so incredibly cruel that a mother can find herself forced to surrender her child to a stranger because societal norms govern the way in which her husband behaves, and control what he finds normal and acceptable. As a result, Moaz grows up in the company of transgender men, finding acceptance at home in his new family despite encountering rejection in the world. He later discovers the truth of his identity but is coached by those around him to understand how to live in the world. Thank you for bringing such a sensitive story to The Ink Well. It is not clear exactly how the parents knew he was transgender at birth, although we assume that there was a discrepancy between his chromosomal gender and his physical appearance. One thing I might add is that it can get a little confusing to follow when you use so many names and aliases. I am assuming that the aliases are opposite gender names to show that the individuals are transgender but it would make your story a lot easier to follow if, after sharing their aliases once, you stuck with just one name to improve the flow and keep it more readable.
Please note that your image sourcing URL does not take me to the image concerned but attempts to download the image instead. The correct URL to use is this one here:
https://pixabay.com/es/photos/indio-ni%C3%B1o-retrato-chico-1283789/
Please could you amend your image sourcing and insert this URL instead.
Thank you, The Ink Well team.
I use aliaces because In our society people called transgender with such names. People called them with girls names like pinky bijli Raju and so many others. Ok I m inserting this URL in my post.
I understand and thought as much. The point was simply a suggestion to stick with one version of each of their names after introducing their dual names. This would improve readability for your readers. Anything that makes a story harder to follow is a potential blocker to your story being read to the end, and this story deserves to be read.
Thank you. Inshallah I will come back soon with my next story..
hi @moaz-sabir, this was a wonderful story that you handled with a lot of care. I read once that 'In a world where one can be anything, be kind.' There is no reason to reject human beings for being different from societal norms, in this case, transgender. We are not here to judge our fellow human beings but to recognise that they too were made in the image of God and to love them accordingly.
Thanks for appreciation. Yes its a big issue for transgenders. They can't grow up in this society due to narrow minded people. They are being harassed in every way.
How does the law in Pakistan impact people who are transgender? Is it punitive?
Act 2018 is for the protection of transgenders.
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Hi! VERY sensitive approach to a sometimes difficult subject. WELL WRITTEN. So well written that your post came to our attention in DREEMPORT. I've chosen your post today to receive a VIP Curation Vote!
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I don't know who shared my post in dreamport but I m very happy about your compliments. I really write this story by my heart. Thank you very so much for this regards.
That's a wonderful story.
Sometimes I question why I'm a woman I could have easily been a male. That was not a big deal for God.
But when I see transgender, it gets even tangling, why they are being treated so. If god has "created everything in pairs", then where do they lie in that pair. Why don't we find anything about them other than dancing and begging. They are living in a whole different world، a world full of cruelty and misery, for which each one of us is accountable for.
Again you did a great in choosing the topic and narrating it.
Keep it up!🦋
I think we should be great full to Allah that he created us in a best way. Infact every creation of Allah is wonderful. Everyone has his own role in this world.
This is so touching, I wish I could just give Qasim one punch in the face for what he did. But a mother's love can never be overemphasized, Zamda made sure that her son was safe and indeed Almas did kept him safe.
But that uncle Raju Baji is not a good person as well, he too deserve a punch in the face 😂
Using your name in the story makes it more interesting
Having a baby that doesn't fall in either of the category is a painful experience for parents. Nevertheless, there is no fault of the baby and parents are supposed to take care of their child.
You have written a wonderful story @moaz-sabir ,demonstrating a harsh reality of the society. You gave the child your name. It demonstrates how attached you felt to the character.
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