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Sometimes, anger feels like my biggest weakness.198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyqN9PzV412
I’ve never been like this before — sitting on a bench at a police station, bruised and exhausted, trying to calm the storm inside me.
I need to control my anger.
My name is Paari, and I’m an engineer. It’s been three months since I moved to Kuala Lumpur. My company transferred me here because of a staff shortage — but deep down, there was another reason I agreed to come.
My family.
To be honest, I still don’t know who to blame for everything that happened — this society, my family, myself… or God.
I am a transgender woman.
When I first began noticing the changes in my body, I didn’t understand what was happening. But the day the doctor explained everything, I finally knew. Still, I couldn’t imagine how my family or friends would react. I knew what society would say — the gossip, the judgment, the shame my parents would feel.
I was terrified, not for myself, but for my family — for my younger siblings, who would have to bear the cruel words of others.
I had seen this pain before.
My neighbor, Saagan, was the happiest person I’d ever known — full of laughter and light. Everyone loved her… until the day they discovered she was a transgender woman. Overnight, their smiles turned into whispers, and her family abandoned her. In the end, she took her own life.
That day, I made a decision — I would never let my family go through the same pain. Not until I was ready.
So I kept it hidden. I moved away. I took a job in Ipoh first during my probation, then shifted to the KL branch after three months. Everything went according to plan. But that plan also meant living in disguise — going to work as someone else, and returning home only to be myself within four walls.
I thought I could handle it. Until another kind of pressure began.
The classic Indian family tradition.198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyfQoGlzZxS
Once you have a job, the next mission begins — marriage.
Every call from my mother turned into a lecture about marriage. It reached a point where I started avoiding her calls unless it was something urgent. I stopped visiting relatives, stopped attending functions — because every conversation led to the same question:
“When are you getting married?”
My friends were different. When I told them I wasn’t interested in marriage right now, they simply nodded and changed the topic. That’s what I love about them — they understood without needing explanations.
But fate had its own plan.
Last night, after a long day at work, I decided to reward myself — my favorite ramen noodles and a few episodes of my favorite Korean web series. The perfect night in.
Then I heard a noise from the kitchen.
Someone was there.
My instincts kicked in — I grabbed my hockey stick and confronted the intruder. It was a thief, trying to escape through the back door. I fought back and screamed for help. Neighbors came rushing over… and that’s when I realized.
I wasn’t in my disguise.
Every single person saw the real me — the real Paari.
And among them… was my sister. She had come to surprise me.
But the surprise was mine.
The police arrived soon after. They took the thief, and I ended up at the station, shaken and silent. My parents came too. My heart pounded like a ticking bomb, ready to explode from fear and shame. I expected anger, tears, questions.
But instead, I got something I never dreamed of — acceptance.
They didn’t yell. They didn’t judge. My parents held my hands and said, “You don’t have to hide anymore. Come home soon.”
Even my siblings promised to stand by me — not just today, but for the rest of my life.
For the first time, I felt peace.198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5KprP425lJ
The question that haunted me for years — “When are you getting married?” — no longer mattered.
Because I’ve learned something more important.
It’s okay to be who we are.198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxCSNjmG8aI
Because at the end of the day, the people who truly love us — love us unconditionally.
and then Add to home screen.