Before the birth of Jesus Christ something like seven hundred years before, a poetess born on Greek island called Lesbos. Her name was Sappho. Her poetry was about women. The reason she wrote poetry about women because she loved feminism. She wasn’t interested in opposite sex. She always enjoyed company of same sex I mean females’ company like herself. It has been two thousand and seven years and lots of people doesn’t know about this, that Lesbos is Greek island and Sappho was born there. Because of her birth place even now a days the girls who make relationship with females or with same sex we called them lesbians.
When I was telling this historical fact to my friend Alap Arslan, he got shocked that a word has that much historical background.
He said, “Tourani, why these women love other women”.
I said, “Like men love men and boys love boys similarly women love women and girls love girls. Arslan you read genetics, you must know about it, it’s related with genetics. You know homosexuality exists in our genes”.
“Tourani, I have read genetics but to explain these things I don’t use science or fine art as a reference. I don’t know what kind of hobbies you have, genetics, philology, and so many other things. By the way there must be lesbians in our country”.
“This is quite natural thing as people call it unnatural thing or act. According to genetics it’s a natural process”.
“Tourani this genetics made you crazy”.
“No Arslan, you are wrong, genetics didn’t make me crazy albeit it opened many parts of my brain”.
“I don’t know which phases have been opened. Okay just prove it, the genes of homosexuality exist in which chromosome and how they transfer in another person”.
“To be very honest with you I don’t know exactly about this but I know one thing that the genes of cancer and heart diseases exist in 13th and 19th chromosomes”.
“How can you say about this so authentically”?
“Because I have read about this and they have proved it few months ago”.
It happened many times that Alap Arslan and Tourani’s discussion ended without any conclusion, at last they had to leave their topic of discussion. Even today love of female with female didn’t end to certain conclusion. So Arslan took permission to leave.
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Alap Arslan went to Australia to complete his education. Over there he got married with Australian girl. He started living there permanently. Suddenly he felt home sickness so he decided to come back to Pakistan. One day Arslan and his wife Kathy were busy in some bazaar doing some shopping, unexpectedly Arslan saw some known face. He got shocked. His wife got surprised as well what happened to her husband. Until yet many things shocked her, but this was new thing. Arslan thought the person who is sitting in restaurant is Tourani. He turned around went to that gentleman and asked him, “If I am not wrong your name is Tourani”.
Tourani heard his voice and said, “Arslan sahib, it’s me Tourani”.
Arslan introduced him with his wife Cathy.
Tourani said, “This isn’t the right place to talk, let’s go home”.
Arslan said, “Not now, we are in hurry. You give me your number, I will call you”.
Tourani swiftly wrote his home and mobile number on piece of paper and gave it him. Arslan folded that piece of paper and placed it in his pocket and took permission to leave. On the way back to home he told his wife Kathy about Tourani. What type of person he was. What is he now? Kathy didn’t get anything. She was listening quietly Arslan, what he was saying.
Arslan pressed the bell of Tourani’s house. After a little while Tourani came out form his house. His hair were withered, he didn’t shave for many days. There were black circles around his eyes. He was looking older than his age. It seemed like that he is passing through some agony and pain. Maybe he has become some poet or philosopher. Or maybe he has become revolutionist. In a little span of time many questions raised in Arslan’s mind.
Tourani said, “What are you thinking. Won’t you come inside? It’s not the first time that you are coming to my home”.
Arslan entered in his house. Tourani’s mother was standing right in front of him. He said, “Aslam o Alayum”.
She said, “Wa Alayum Aslam. You live long my son. You didn’t bring your wife with you”.
“No, ammi (mother). I am seeing my friend after such a long time. I thought we will talk freely without her. After saying this Arslan and Tourani went towards’ drawing room. As Arslan sat on sofa the first question he asked was, “Tell me how your genetics is”.
Tourani said, “We will talk about this later, tell me, would you like to have tea or you would like to eat something”.
“Yar (friend) Tourani I will have tea first than I would like to eat something than again tea”.
After hearing this Tourani went to ask his mother to make tea. When he came back, Arslan repeated his question again.
Tourani said, “Yar this genetics stuff is all rubbish, I don’t like this subject”.
“What about genetically caused diseases and habits, what happened, everything is finished”.
“Yes yar everything is finished. You tell me, how is going on in Australia. Everything is okay? I heard about you that you went there for studies and then you got married there”.
“Yes yar, everything happened quickly. Tell me about you, are you married or still single”.
“You can say yes or no”.
“It means”?
“It means that she is in love with someone else”.
“Then leave her”.
“I want to leave her but she doesn’t want to leave me and she doesn’t want to marry, she can’t do it either, she just wants to have friendship”.
“Why she wants to have friendship, if she was in love with someone else than why she got married with you”.
“Arslan to be honest with you, friendship is an excuse; she is madly in love with that someone”.
“Your family know about this”.
“Yes everyone knows”.
“What you have thought”.
“I don’t know what should I do, I think I should leave on her own and I commit suicide”.
“You have any physical relationship or”?
“You are talking about physical relationship; she doesn’t even allow me to touch her. She says that don’t touch me I am someone else property. Every part of my body belongs to that someone”.
“And he loves her as she loves him”.
“Not he, she”.
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