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272 pages, Hardcover
First published September 24, 2019
But that Edinburgh night, as the beautiful girl in the hijab held my hand and reassured me of Allah's unconditional love and I stood in front of her in a sequin leotard and a melting face of sapphire glitter, I felt as if I finally belonged.
To my knowledge, this character existed in no version of Cinderella throughout history, but I was ecstatic nonetheless. For I was going to be premiering the never-before-seen role of ... the Fairy Godmother's gecko. You heard it. A gecko. In Cinderella. My first foray into show business was to play a GECKO in a story that had nothing to do with geckos.
How could I tell him I was proud of him for coming out when I could only feel shame for my own sexuality? Surely a flamboyant, public drag queen would feel nothing but warmth and joy for their best friend finding the courage to come out in some part through their friendship? Instead I felt bitter that my queer positivity could help someone else find happiness when that very same queer positivity was ripping me ever further from my family.
'Actually, no Mum. What you did was fucking homophobic and has made me a paranoid, often depressed person with severe mental health issues. Most parents would be proud of a kid who has had the life that I have - you're only embarrassed.'
In fact, in Middle Eastern households, you'll often find the mother as the mouthpiece of the patriarchy; while the father silently benefits from his male privilege, the women are left to enact the structures that the men profit from, perhaps even dictate. My dad's apathetic response to this entire odyssey pointed to the fact that it mostly fell to my mother to be the bearer of the patriarchal hand - as such, I had always punished her more in my mind.i would've liked to read more about Amrou's gender exploration, in terms of their identity rather than presentation. they do state that they identify as nonbinary and use 'them/they' pronouns, and mention dysphoria a few times. but, i wanted a bit more attention to the gender aspect, since they discuss their sexuality a lot. this would've made Unicorn: The Memoir of a Muslim Drag Queen a five star read in my eyes, but of course, there's no need for Amrou to include more about their gender and i'm grateful for how honest they are already.
There were Muslim men in female Islamic robes and a trans woman wearing a hijab, and I thought about little Amrou in Islam class, and how I wished I could tell them that one day they'd be sitting in a room full of other queer Muslims, and that love, not eternal fire, awaited them.
I soon found myself among a group of queer Arabs and Muslims, flaunting the costumes of their pasts in true queer glory, many in drag, belly dancing to the Middle Eastern sounds that had raised them (and for some, excluded them). Layla was by my side, as if in that moment out traumatic associations with our heritage were suddenly silenced, and all we felt in front of us was love, solidarity, and beauty. The two runaway Arabs had finally reached their destination.