I posted a couple months ago about an “Unlikely love story”. We, well when I say “we” I mean him, but I’m with him digitally, went from Afghanistan to Iran. He was there for about 1.5 months.
We were denied a UK visa, Turkish visa, a Malta visa, and scammed by Dubai.
He was fired from a job because the Iranian police forced him to be fired.
We had to get him back to Afghanistan, which was dangerous as there are no flights between Iran and Afghanistan now, likely due to the war. We eventually got him to Afghanistan, and there he applied for a Pakistan visa. He needs to be in Islamabad, Pakistan before 05/22/2025 to complete his biometrics for his Canadian visa application which is due 05/23/2025.
Today he traveled to Torkham from Kabul, and from there to Islamabad. He had to be at the Torkham border city, or whatever it is, before 6 PM local time, or the border would be closed for the night and he’d miss his biometrics appointment.
He arrived timely, but was suddenly offline. The last I heard from him was 8:18 AM EST. The next post, in the image, was 10:22 as you can see:
I nearly died inside. Everything we worked to achieve was nearly gone. He is ok, but he was shaken very hard. I did not ask him if that was all they did to him.
He is roomed and hopefully sleeping sound, but I don’t know. I dare not wake him because he needs sleep. I just worry if they know where he is. I worry that he’s now “registered” as a gay man in that country.
I have written the Canadian ambassador to Pakistan, but she’s no longer there. She replied to me on Twitter. I tried again after this, asking if she could use her previous influence and get him out of there. I wrote the new PM, probably another email from the actual person who replies to the emails. I’ve written Donald Trump and will write the White House.
I know the TYT family has a large range of people we can reach. I need help reaching those. Can anyone share this story to those who can help save him? We are so close, but we still have to be accepted by Canada and I do not have hope of approval.
I’m desperate. I cannot explain the feeling, the dread, I felt when I read his message to me. I physically felt like lightning went through my body. I can’t lose him.
I already feel guilty today because I have focused on work and him, and not on giving hope and love to my friends in Gaza. I need my TYT fam to help.