Rozi

The Man Who Kissed a Boy by the Bridge

by Rozi Shah

Herein follows yet another testimonial by a young man who is different from his peers in his country (and it must be said, his peers among all mankind, which is to say all men and boys in this world at the present time, if not those in the past) not by the nature of his sexual inclinations, but by the degree of his authenticity, his truthfulness, his honesty. He joins the five dozen or so contributors who have preceded him in the project, a handful of honest men and boys in a sea of dissemblers. It may be arrogant to be so brusque, but the quality of the participants should be acknowledged. 

Andrew Calimach, Ed. Bucharest, March 11th, 2025 

My name is Rozi Shah, I belong to a small town located in Baluchistan, Pakistan. I am 19 years old and a college student currently studying in the 12th class. In my family, I have my father who is a tradesman, my mother who is a housewife and I have one older brother and one older sister. My family is not a well-off family. My father as a tradesman has always looked after us, our bellies and our education. My mother is a very kind woman who loves us all, and my siblings are great with me. There was no sadness in my life for the last few years because I had a great family and that is all one needs, but then something happened in my life that changed everything forever. 

I am a very normal kid, my preferences were just like any other boy. In my society I was interested in girls. I had a crush on a girl at the age of 13 which ended badly as one of my friends approached her and left me brokenhearted. My story as a man lover started when I was 14 years old. When I was in 9th grade, I remember I had to walk for hours to school as many of the

surrounding villages had no school. So we had to walk for hours to the nearby town to attend school. I had a friend named Kamil. He was from the town where I went to school. Kamil and I were the duo of our class, I usually called him out to walk to school every day, we shared a desk, and we played together. This story is not about Kamil and me. 

One day, when I was going back home with Kamil, we stood at his door and continued discussing the project we were given. Maybe hearing the chatting sound outside, a man around 29 peeked outside and said, “Oh, Kamil it’s you. I wondered who might be standing here.” Kamil responded, “Bhai, me and Rozi were discussing the project we were given.” The man looked at me in

such a way like he was trying to recognize me. Kamil said, “Bhai, he is Rozi, he does not live here, he comes from the next village.” He turned to me and said, “He is my brother, Taseer.” With a shy smile I said, “Salam Alaikum.” He walked out and replied, “Waslam, Rozi. I was thinking, how have I not met you?” 

He shook my hand and slowly pressed it. I smiled shyly and he said, “Lunch is ready, come join us.” I said no, he insisted, “How can this happen? Kamil, you fool, why did you not bring him inside instead of standing here outside?” Isaid, “No bhai, thanks for inviting me over. I must go or I will be late reaching home. my parents would get worried.” He did not want to let me go but I made excuses and went away. That was my first encounter with Taseer, that summer day he was wearing a sleeveless shirt and a shalwar. During that conversation I had my eyes on his chest and arms, they were very strong and a bit hairy. While going home, the image of him that moment I saw him flashed back in my mind, but after some walking I completely forgot about him. 

I did not take him seriously, though he had given me a subtle signal by pressing my hand. The next day I went to school, as usual I called Kamil. He called out from inside, “Wait Shah, I am coming, just a minute.” I stood by the wall. It was embarrassing, I was picking my nose. Taseer peeked out the door and said, “Ohh Rozi, come inside and have some breakfast.” I pulled my finger out of my nose and said, “Salam Alaikum, no bhai, thank you I have eaten.” He said, “After a long walk that must have been digested.” Before I could say anything Kamil came out and said, “Let’s go, Rozi.” I smiled and walked away. I turned back and saw him looking at us. I told Kamil , “Your brother is very nice.” He said, “I don’t know how you found him friendly, he is a very serious man.” 

I looked back confused, and a suspicion came into my mind about why a serious man was so kind to me. I did not give much thought to it and I walked to school. When going home, I said goodbye to Kamil and went down the street. After a few minutes, I ncountered Taseer standing. As I knew him I greeted him and walked away, he too walked with me. He had a spade and said, “I am going to water our garden.” I smiled. He said, “So how is Kamil at studies.” I said, “Good.” He replied, “How about you?” I replied, “Can't say good or bad, normal.” He asked, “Does Kamil have any relationships?” I replied, “NO, No he is focused on his studies you know.” He replied, “What about you, any classmate, girl, boy or anything.” I quickly replied, “No, no, no one.” He smiled, “Do you like anyone?” 

I was very uncomfortable answering. I just remained silent. As we walked one of his friends on the roadside made a strange sound. He looked at him and smiled and said to me, “Don’t mind him, he is teasing me, he might be thinking we have something.” I looked at his friend and I said nothing. 

I was walking thinking, “Why is he with me? Does he have any bad intentions I should be worried about?” I was thinking that I should go by the road instead of the jungle because he might hurt me. He came with me till the bridge that separated our villages. I went alone from there. I was suspicious that day because of him being friendly and walking with me to the bridge. I thought he was waiting for me. But as a young boy singing, kicking and imagining I went home. Him accompanying me till the bridge went on for quite some time. Every day I got confused, for a while I started thinking maybe he was just doing his work, he was not leaving me or saying anything. To be honest, the attention, the suspense and his small talk had made a place in my mind. I was attracted to him but I was not sure if I would love him. 

On August 23rd, the same happened but it was not as I was used to it. That day when I passed his home, he came running, calling my name. I stopped and waited for him. He approached and we greeted and quietly we walked. I was unaware of why he was so quiet today. We looked at each other and smiled followed by silence. We reached the bridge and he said, “I should go back now.” I said,” Thank you.” he replied, “We don’t say thanks to good

friends.” I smiled and walked away. He was still standing on the bridge. I went through the bushes and could not see him. I felt someone was coming through the bushes. I looked back and saw Taseer. He was out of breath and he asked me to stop. I stopped and he came near me, he placed his hands on his knees and breathed heavily, “Rozi, I have to tell you something, I don’t know if I should.” I looked at him and he said, “I should not drag it out, I have been holding it in for some time now. To be honest, all these times I came here daily just to be with you. I know I am not the most beautiful man but if you will consider it I have some very special feelings for you. I don’t know how it happened or why it happened but it happened at first sight. I don’t know what you will think of me now.” 

I froze there right in front of him and he too could not face me, he said, “Think about it,” and quickly went away. I did not understand what just happened. Everything happened so quickly that I could not even react to it. Anyway, he was gone and slowly I started walking back home. What was that? Why did he say that? Is it even right between man and boy? And why would he love me? 

With lots of questions and suspense, I went home. I did not take it too seriously, I thought that it was just a matter of one day and everything would be back to normal in just a day or two. After that day I did not call Kamil out, sometimes I passed by his home early and sometimes I had to pass late. I took alternative routes. One day Kamil insisted we should go together and that day I saw Taseer, he stood at the door quietly. I was expecting he would ask something or walk with me but none of these happened. I looked back and didn’t see him. My heart sank, I felt bad for no reason. I don’t know why it happened but I was expecting him. I looked back again and again to the bridge but no one. I went home, I opened my book and I was thinking about him. My mother who noticed it said, “Rozi, close your book or Satan will read it.” I looked at her and smiled. She said, “What happened, you seem so lost?” I replied, “Nothing Amma, I was reading.” She replied, “No my dear, you were not. If you are in trouble, tell me.” I assured her that I was fine. She said, “Close your book and clear your mind of whatever it is and then study, otherwise you are just staring at it.” 

I did as my mother said and went out. When my father came in the evening, I searched for man and boy love on his mobile. Some very welcoming and some very bad things came in front of me. I read some gay stories and some worst blog posts. None of them was worth my attention because I lived in a different society and it was different. I cleared the history and gave my father his mobile back. I lay on my bedding and did the wisest thing. I thought, what do I want? And that was more important than what others said. I thought for a long time and I actually felt good to be honest because I was betrayed by a friend with my crush and my heart said to get involved with Taseer, maybe at that time, it was just a temporary emotional fix. I decided to say yes. 

The next morning all neat and clean, hair combed and shoes polished, I went to school. I called Kamil, but Taseer came out, said nothing and walked away. I turned back, he was standing, and secretly from Kamil I nodded a yes to Taseer. He looked at me with a smile and in a gesture with his hand he confirmed that was a yes to him, and I smiled and nodded. With a big smile, he had his small celebration and I too smiled and walked away. Kamil noticed my involuntary smile and said, “What is so funny Rozi, you have been smiling.” I replied, “Look at you clown, you look funny.” He said, “Shut up Haramkhor,” and we both with a smile went to school. 

Saying yes had changed everything very quickly. I could not help it, but a smile appeared on my face as I thought of him. For no reason, he came to my mind and made me smile. Maybe that was love which I hid from. This was beautiful, unlike the bad things of the stories I read online, it was not anything bad, it was making me smile and happy. I never knew I could fall in love with a man and be happy. I never looked into that part of my life, but now a man was attractive to me. Being adored and cared for was better than being sad in a one-sided love back then. 

Later that day I went back home and, like in the old days, Taseer was waiting for me. The moment I saw him, I was a bit thinking about how I might look, and what he said. We greeted and walked, all the conversation was a normal one, and he did not make me uncomfortable in any way. Maybe I made him uncomfortable by replying with yes and no only. I felt warm and filled till the bridge and when I went away from there again the loneliness took over me. Was I alone? Am I getting addicted to him? But anyway I went with a smile, unlike the other day. At home, I was happy and lost in thoughts. I think that is very common, that in the early days of first love people smile for no reason and are carried away by thoughts just like that. A sensation in my heart, a sweet one that brings a smile. I was noticed again and asked again but this time I was not confused, not worried, I was happy and I was at peace with

myself. I became self-aware. Usually I did not take any care of myself as school was very far and every morning I needed any excuse not to go to school, but gradually that ended.  

To be honest, no matter if it rained, or it was hot, or I had a headache, I would go to school happily and dressed very neatly. My relationship with Taseer was getting better day by day. His presence around me made him an important part of my life.  

To be honest, I never had enough time with Taseer, not because I did not want to but because the situations were against me. The only time to see each other was in the morning, and the time to spend together was only when coming back from school. Time was a treasure for me, especially those with Taseer.

One day when I came home from school, Taseer came along with me. He was waiting in the hot sun. He greeted me and we both started walking, and he asked, “So how are your studies, Rozi?” I replied, “Hmmm… so, so, not good not bad.” He replied,” Why, am I distracting you?” I replied, “I was not brilliant even before you. Picking up this heavy bag on my back and coming to school then going back home like a donkey.” He replied, “Don’t call yourself that have you seen yourself how beautiful you are? Don’t call yourself a donkey at least.” I said sarcastically, “Yes, ugly fat nose, dark skin, and curly hair.” He replied, “Ahh, do you see yourself like that? Rozi, you need to see yourself through my eyes, my cute boy.” I replied, “Give me your eyeballs or at least tell me.” He with a smile said, “I see the most beautiful creature ever born. Just look at you, how would anyone not love you?”  

I smiled and said, “Stop buttering me up, Taseer.” He said, “Look, you are like that, even my truest feeling looks like buttering up to you.” I laughed and said, “No, no, I am sorry if I offended you.” He threw his arm around my shoulder and said, “I should die when I start getting offended by you.” I pushed his arm and said, “Don’t say that ever again.” With a chuckle he said, “Ooh my dear, who wants to die when I have a boy like you.” With a smile, I walked with him. I was afraid because looking around there were just one or two people around and whenever and from wherever we passed they looked at us. I don't know if they were just looking or they were looking with hate. I said, “Taseer, why do these people stand up and look at us from their fields?” He looked at the man and said, “Poor guy, because he doesn’t have a boy,” and he laughed.  

I became a happy boy, one who knew pain no more. I had hoped from Taseer for no reason that whatever happened, I had Taseer with me and he would sort it out. That was not just my thought but it was because of him as he always said, “Don’t worry Rozi, I am with you, whatever happens tell me.” I laughed and said, “I know you will never be there when I need you as you are from another town.” He replied, “Yes, yes, I am not saying that I will come and do your housework but I will do what I can.” I replied sarcastically, “And I will die for you. Now say who is better.” He said, “My dear, fools die for each other, otherwise live with each other. I just want you to be with me no matter what.” I replied, “I cannot come to school all my life to meet you. I will leave this school one day.” With a smile I looked at him. He was sad. He said, “You will, but you know whatever we start, it has an end.” I punched him in the belly and said, “Don’t say that.” Holding his belly he laughed and said, “Ok, ok I will not say that.” I said, “Don’t laugh, I will seal your eyes with elfi and mouth if you say that or look at another boy.” He said laughing, “My dear no one looks at me, I am ugly. “ I replied, “Yes you are, and whatever you are … you are mine now.”  

He laughed for a long time and hugged me, kissed me on my forehead and said, “Don’t worry, my boss. I will do as you wish.” I was being sarcastic, but I really meant that, not sealing his eyes and mouth, but I was serious about the rest. And that kiss, his warm lips and his warm breath on my forehead drove me crazy. On Sundays, it was not a good thing, I should have loved Sundays like a normal kid but I actually hated them because the school was closed and I could not see my lover. One Sunday, we had made plans to meet at the bridge. Without saying anything, I went to the bridge and waited for him. When he came he suggested we should sit in the bushes so no one sees us. In the bushes and thorns, he sat leaning against a rock and his legs spread out. I was laying my head on his lap and we were talking and we were even quiet but never bored. One thing led to another and I rolled a bit and said, “Should I bite your banana?” He pulled himself back and held it and said, “Rozi, what are you

saying? What will you get by biting it?” I laughed and said, “Nothing, just joking.” We remained quiet and he started playing with my earlobes and then his hand went down to my neck. He bent down and kissed me. I remained still because his actions were inducing a current in my body. He kissed my eyes and said, “Oh my God, so yummy.” 

He was being playful and this little game evolved to more kissing. He was pressing his lips on me, we were holding hands and he was kissing me passionately. Slowly he guided his hand into my shirt and caressed my chest and belly. His finger was in my navel and I was twisting my body on each gentle touch. We were quiet but there was a voiceless sound among us both begging for more. He tried to pull my belt but I held his hand, he then kissed my lips and slowly pushed my hand away and undid my belt. In the back of my head, I could feel him hard. While kissing he lowered my trousers and he held my banana. Oh god, his touch was making me mad. These were the first touches and that excited me like it never happened before. He laid me on the ground and stood up his banana was so big that it had made his trousers like a tent. 

He rolled me on my stomach and squeezed my butt. He was doing that like he was kneading clay. He hit my rear in between. He went down and started kissing my butt all around. My banana was tight and it was hard against the dry soil. I was on my face on the soil and my rear was being kissed. Man, this was out of the world feeling. Things were getting out of control, he rubbed his penis on my butt line and pressed it on the hole but he did not penetrate it.

Maybe he knew it was painful, he sat against the rock and made me sit on his lap, and our clothless bodies were rubbing against one another. He was getting excited. He applied saliva on his thing and rubbed it against my body and his hand filled with saliva was stroking me. I was touching his banana and it made him even more excited. He asked me to kiss him. Moving up and down I could not aim my kiss on his lips, instead, unstable me, I was kissing his eyes, lips, nose and different parts of his face. I came earlier than him because it was the first time and I was excited. It felt good but later he came too. He leaned against the rock, and me in his lap.

We both sat, weak. His water was on my rear and after we got to normal he wet his handkerchief, cleaned us, and told me to take a bath when I got home. Back at home when I stripped off my clothes, thinking of what happened earlier I got hard even seeing myself and I satisfied myself.  

I felt shy for some time but everything got back to normal again. Touching and lovemaking were normal but I was getting very little of him. I asked him to walk with me for a bit longer, then a bit further and he started accompanying me until just a few miles away from my home. He always said we would get caught but thinking of the time we could have together I became stubborn and he had to come with me. I did not know we both walked into problems

together. Even when I thought no one was looking at that time someone always watched us and that happened. I insisted on hugging and kissing when he turned back. While everything remained normal we did that, but one day my older brother and his friends saw us. I was at home, happily unaware. My brother came home in the evening and started beating me like an animal with his belt. Like me, everyone was unaware of what happened to him. My father angrily yelled, “What happened, you monster? Why are you beating him?” My brother continued beating me and said, “I saw him …I saw him… I saw him …” and with each word, his belt hit my body. My father held his arm and said, “What happened, you monster? Why are you beating him? What has he done? Did we beat you when we received complaints about you?” He growled, pushing my father, “I was just naughty, not unprincipled.”  

My father was confused, my mother and sister were crying in the corner and me in the middle of the room on the floor, holding my body and crying with pain. My father told him, “Think before you utter any word again.” My brother said, “Father, you have spoiled him. I will pee on his education and on his love, better to be illiterate like me, at least I don’t have man lovers and kiss at roadsides.” My father who was red and angry, my mother and sister who just came near me looking at the belt marks, they all heard that. My father sat down, disappointed, broken and pale, asking me, “Is it true? Rozi, is that true?” My mother and sister had pulled back their hands and backed off, as I was untouchable, and my brother stood with his belt in his hand, all red. No one dared to utter a single word. Everyone wanted to hear that it was a lie. If it had been I would have said so, but it was not.  

Left alone in the room, I stood up and mixed some oil with water and salt, warmed it and applied it on the places where it hurt. I could not join them for dinner and they did not ask me. Who knows if they ate themselves? The beating was over and now a silent torture started. For three days I did not go to school. All that time I missed Taseer, not knowing how he was and thinking he might wait for me and miss me. My father was disappointed but he was

wise. He might have taught me that I could not ruin my life with one mistake, he sent me to school. I called Kamil out and his parents said from inside, “He has gone to school already.” At school, when I confronted Kamil, Kamil did not talk to me. Not just Kamil, but no one. Later that day I found out that before beating me, my brother along with his friends had beaten Taseer and the news was all over our towns.  

They had broken his arm, and left him with some bleeding cuts on his head and God knows what else, and when in that situation he went back home, those people who saw us spread the rumour or verified the news that we both went together and it was done to him because of me. Later that day, his parents also threw stones at me, cussed me and warned me that if I used that path again they would break my legs.  

I did not see Taseer after that. I continued school without friends and with taunts and giggles from the other boys. I was not welcomed in any way and anywhere at all. But slowly things just started getting normal at my house as I already said I was not so good at my studies and all that happening I failed 9th and things got worse again. Again the blame was on my love, another session of beating and anger. Sick of my existence, my parents send me to my maternal uncle’s home telling him everything about me. Believe me, my uncle is a very strict man. You would never want to live with him. Recently when I went back home everyone had forgotten everything, everyone was happy, but I have not forgotten anything. I feel everything happened yesterday, and I still have the scars I got from love. I still think about where Taseer would be now and what he might be doing? Is he fine? Happy without me? Because I am not, but even far from me I am glad he is safe now.

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 The Survey 

Calimach’s preface:

Dear friend, maybe you are asking yourself, “Why all these questions?” Especially after you have just revealed so much. We who run this project are asking NOT because we want to know more about YOU. We are asking because we want to understand more about this love. And all of you who participate in this project have a special quality that makes you very valuable when studying the nature of love between men and boys: You are brave and honest enough to tell the truth. Many lies are told about love between men and boys. I am sure you hear them almost daily. But now you have a chance to show the real truth, and to shine a light upon the outlines of this love. By themselves, your own answers are not very useful. BUT, when joined with ALL the other answers, it is like having a powerful telescope to look at the natural force that has always drawn men and boys together.

That is a very useful thing indeed. By joining our forces we can frame out a science and a philosophy of this love. YOU are the scientists, and YOU are the philosophers. By documenting your actions and your feelings you can show the world the real nature of the natural emotions between men and boys.

There are almost seventy of you now, and more are joining all the time. Just by revealing your secret love as a group, an army of lovers whose only weapons are truth and love, you have already accomplished something extraordinary, something that has never been done before in the history of man.

Andrew Calimach, Ed.

The Ides of March, 2025

What is your pen name? Rozi Shah 

What country and province did you grow up in? Balochistan, Pakistan 

What is your present age? 19 

How old were you when you fell in love with a man? 14 

1. Rozy, what moved you to take part in this project?

My pain and my bad fortune forced me to write. I have been very unlucky for quite some time and I know it is not easy that a boy at my age starts facing rejection and being beaten by his own family. I know it is hard to speak in favor of my lover and against my family but it is even harder to stay quiet.

2. Was it difficult for you to share your story, and if so, why?

No, it was not hard for me because I had seen even harder days than this one, believe me. 

3. When you had no one to talk to about your secret love, how did you feel?

Having no one is both a blessing and a curse life can give you at the same time, because having no one means that I was completely on my own in my happy moments and in my sad times but most importantly I was safe for a while, but most of the time I was lonely and I was very, very angry. I wanted to speak but no one was there to listen so I felt very lonely in this crowded world. 

4. How has revealing the story of your love for an older man changed your life, and the way you feel about yourself?

I know now when I am speaking, it means that I have gathered some courage and I feel I am strong enough to face my reality and my society. 

5. In what ways was your relationship with your lover good for you?

My relationship was good for me in all the ways, just my people’s mindset was not ood for me. My relationship made me happy.

6. Have you been harmed in any way as a result of that relationship, and if so, how?

Belt and buckle, and my family staying away from me. I was defamed and not seen as a good boy. 

7. Once you are making a decent income, will you want a wife and children?

No. 

Why, or why not?

I don’t think my family did good to me. I don't want to bring a child into this world to suffer. 

8. Now that you are a man, would you want to love a boy?

Yes.

Why, or why not?

I am helpless, I always get attracted to boys and I cannot change my nature. Even if I don’t want to, I end up liking a boy.

 9. What age boys do you like best? 

Fourteen.

Why?

I don’t know. I like that certain age very much. They are stronger and beautiful. I don't say I don’t like boys of lower and higher ages, it is just the age I like the boy most. 

10. When is a boy too old for sexual acts with a man?

Sixteen or more.

Why is that?

The reason is that when a boy gets to be 16 years old he is no longer a boy, he is a man. And when a boy becomes a man and still gets love from another man it does not remain bacha bazi it becomes another form of love, we cannot call it bacha bazi. Because a boy who was cute and innocent, at older age becomes beautiful but not for a man but to be loved by a boy.

11. If no acts of penetration of any kind take place, only intimate touching, at what age can a boy begin love play with a man?

Twelve.

Please explain your reasoning.

I don’t think that using the hand can create any issue for anyone. As it is more of a sensation than painful I think a boy at 12 can enjoy the sensation without getting hurt. Personally what I feel is that the emotions peak at this age and a boy feels the need to get love. This is the age when a boy starts using his own hand for pleasure and this clearly indicates that the hand plays an important role whether it is their own or their partner. It can be really helpful to start initially with a softer act to fulfill their desires. 

12. Penetration is very painful for boys, and dangerous. It risks feelings of shame, physical harm, and serious disease. If so, why do some men still penetrate the boys they love?

Personally, what I feel is that even if a man loves a boy's inner beauty, his behaviors and his nature and outer beauty involve the way he looks from head to toe. As a lover, a man is always fascinated with his partner’s body and maybe that curiosity and fascination makes him do that. Because a man always carries desires in his heart and people think that a lover is someone with whom a man can experience things which he cannot do with random people, and for many people this closeness and sharing private space makes love special. 

13. How do men in your town view bacha bazi?

In my town, for those men who are not involved in this kind of love, bacha bazi is seen as a crime and most importantly a sin. A man who is involved in it is often seen as a criminal by law and a sinner by religion and as a bad person. But for most men it is the truest form of love, they see it as an important part of their lives. It is very normal and very dear to such men who love boys. Then the last type are those who are with boys just for fun, as a sport for them. 

14. What is your own opinion of bacha bazi?

As I am involved in it, I will not have anything bad in my mind about it. I know the reality that it is not just an action but it is natural, we do not do it, it happens and if it is part of my genes and I cannot help it, for me it is a gift from God, that we feel attracted toward a boy or a man. So it is very natural and it is not sin for me it is love. It is not a crime or a sin; since when did love become a crime?!  

15. Out of a hundred men in your town, how many would you say have loved a boy?

Twenty.

Why do you believe that?

I said that because of my observation. That is what I have seen and what I have

observed.

 16. Out of a hundred boys in your town, how many would you say have loved a man?

Twenty-five.

Why do you believe that?

According to my view boys number more than men. As boys actively express their feelings, the number of boys is more because they are more expressive and more open, being young, while men being mature do not show much of themselves in public. That number may be more or less. 

17. Did love between men and boys, and the way people feel about it, change after mobiles became popular?

No.

How so?

I don’t think so because it is a tool. It may cause ease and hardship, like an axe is an easy tool to cut wood but it does not affect the purpose and what is done with it. The same is with love. It is very easy these days. I think emotions are in the mind and heart, not in the software of a mobile.

 18. If you have anything to say about this project, please do so.

I have said many things I was not able to say before this project, and now I feel that I am heard and my views are respected. I think my story is taken seriously and there is someone out there who is not my blood relative but he cares about how I feel here in my country. I am very thankful, all these questions were very relevant and very accurate and I felt the need for such an initiative long before. Now I am glad I am part of it. 

19. If you wish, you may share any hopes, fears, or thoughts you might have.

I hope this world becomes a good place. We always fight and disagree on small things and we are not ready to listen to each other. I hope this world becomes a beautiful garden and each of us have the right to stay here and be here happy.