DIASPORA

Too Queer for You, Too Sikh for Them, I Long for Peace Within

Too Queer for You, Too Sikh for Them, I Long for Peace Within

She reeks of vodka, slurring words under her breath and fumbling with a sash that reads “Bride-to-Be.” Her friends stare from afar and her presence makes me uncomfortable. “Hey Osama, if you are so f***ing religious what are you doing here anyway?” she yells. Her friends giggle in the corner—pushing one another forward to go collect her. My friends say, brush it off, and I realize it’s my time to call it a night.