Guy gives gay friend his babies in the bathroom

The group that calls itself Islamic State IS or Isis has a special punishment for gay people - it kills them by throwing them off high buildings. Taim, a year-old medical student, tells the story of how he only escaped this fate by fleeing from Iraq to Lebanon. In our society, being gay means death.

When Isis kills gays, most people are happy because they think we're sick. I first realised I was gay when I was about 13 or I too thought homosexuality was a sickness and I just wanted to feel normal. During my first year of college, I started having therapy for it. My therapist told me to tell friends that I was going through a "difficult phase" and to ask for their support.

I'm of Muslim background but my ex-boyfriend was from a Christian background and I had a bunch of Christian friends, whom I used to hang out with. In I got into a fight with a fellow student, Omar - who later joined Isis - about hanging out with Christians. A friend of mine told him to go easy on me because I was going through a hard time, having treatment for being gay.

That's how people knew. I think my friend's intention was noble but what happened as a result ruined my life. In NovemberOmar attacked me with two of his friends. I was just walking home after a really lovely day. They beat me, threw me to the ground and shaved my head, saying to me: "This is just a lesson to you for the moment, because your father is a religious man.

Watch what you do! I left town for a few days and didn't go to university but then I went back, and in March I made Omar angry again, this time by suggesting that non-Muslims shouldn't have to pay the "jizya", the tax paid by non-Muslims to a Muslim government. I was washing my hands in the university bathroom when he and others attacked me again.

They came at me from behind, but I recognised one of them from his green watch. It was the same group. They kicked me half-unconscious. I was barely able to walk and stopped going to university for a month. Then, in the middle of final exams, Isis took over. Omar called me and asked me to repent and join them.

I Had a Baby with My Gay Best Friends

I hung up the phone. On 4 July, a group of fighters from Isis came to my home. My father answered the door and apparently they said to him: "Your son is an infidel and a homosexual and we have come to carry out God's punishment on him. My dad is a religious man and luckily for me he was able to tell them to come back the next day, to give him time to find out whether the accusation was correct.

He came inside the house and started screaming. Finally, he said: "If these accusations are true, I will hand you over to them myself, happily. I was in shock. But my mother decided that I should leave the house immediately, and she started working on getting me out of Iraq for good.

It was midnight and she said to me: "We're leaving right now. The next day she booked me a plane ticket to Turkey and got me a visa.