One of the very good people I met while living in Canada was a Muslim man from Iran who I can easily name a friend. He was the first person, that I casually met, who I told I was gay. Never, not once, was he judgemental or did he make a disparaging remark--always positive, always demonstrative in his friendly affection. Unfortunately, he was in the country illegally and while many vouched for him, including the national TV station he worked for, he was eventually deported with a promise of legal immigration. All of his friends made positive remarks and comments, but like my own, I'm sure they were empty ones, hopeful but without promise, knowing how governments work. I received one letter from him and it began: "What is hell? I am living in it."
I miss him to this day.