A Transgender (True Story)

My name is Andrew. From the beginning, I used to play with girls. Whenever I play with the boys they always used to troll me that I have girly nature and that God should have made me a girl. Due to these reasons, I started hating the boys. I always used to think that boys are bad. They just know how to troll and how to call bad names. On the other hand, girls are best. They can feel you. They can understand you. They can feel your pain.

In the beginning, I was unaware of the fact that I am “Transgender”. I always feel wondered playing with the girls. I feel fresh whenever I talk to girls or I play with them.

I was the topper of my class. I always used to stand first in class. I have never seen failure in my education till my 4th class. My gathering was also with girls in school because they have an awesome and unique nature. I have spent most of my years with girls happily.

And then the bad day of my life came. That day completely broke me. The day I comes to know that I am not a boy I am transgender. I was known to it very well that a transgender is considered a culprit and garbage in my society. People use bad words for a transgender. It was very difficult for me to accept the reality that I am transgender. But what can we do against nature or the order of Allah/God/Jesus?

In my childhood, whenever my mom used to go outside I always used to apply her lipstick on my lips and her makeup accessories. I was fond of making different things at home like sewing clothes and doing makeup on my face. Red lipstick was my favorite. But now purple is. I often used to sit with my mom to learn some embroidery. My mother always used to insult me on these activities: “You are a boy, not a girl. Be like a Man. Be a gentleman”. But I have spent a lot of time on these things at home.

I was also a perfect dancer. Dance was my style. But my mom and dad never tried to understand what I want to become and what my hobbies are. They have always criticized me with people. But criticism was my life because I was garbage and the culprit.

One day my father caught me dancing at a family event. He was very angry that day. He beat me with his belt and kick me out of the house in the mid of the night. I was so scared.

Severe cold, horror roads, Darkness, Silly wind, and strange silence scared me. My questions in mind were killing me

“Andrew! Where to go?”

“Andrew! What to do?”

“Andrew! What will happen”

But there was no one for me to help me out. I had to face that situation alone and I did so.

That was a hell day for me. I went to a man nearby my house and asked for help. He gives me a place to live as his slave. He asked me to perform all his work at home and I accepted his all terms and conditions because there was no other home for me to live, eat and sleep in. I started living there.

After some days I met with another transgender like me. We became friends. We used to meet daily in front of our street.

One day, he asked me to visit his place. I went there. There were a lot of other transgenders. I told them I am also transgender and sick of this society in which we are just considered garbage. They all became my fast friends.

After that, I started living with them. I learned a lot of new things from them. The most important thing which I have gained from them is confidence.

Points of people and society are baseless without your attention. Do whatever you want to do. Don’t think of society and people. Let them bark. Be your boss. I am living my life happily now and I am the head of a transgender group in my city.

Life is very beautiful if u live it in your way. Don’t copy someone. Create your idea and let the people copy you. Don’t feel shame in your profession. Be proud of whatever you are.