It is September 29, 2022, and I am sitting in my hideous room in a hotel in Pakistan’s capital, Islamabad, waiting for my Afghan passport to arrive back from the British Embassy. Despite so many hardships, taking so many risks and working so hard to leave my home in Afghanistan and arrive somewhere safe, I have no hope that it will contain a British visa. Thousands of miles to the west, in Britain, there is education, opportunity and, most importantly, no one waiting to force me to be someone I am not or torture me for being myself, a gay Afghan man.