Hi , i’m mo , i’m 25 years old , i’m from the middle east , i like Movies , long walks and hikes on mountains , i like to game alot , and i like building computers in my spare time , i’ve always been a joyous kid until it dawned on me when i became 16, i made some money through Bitcoin and then withdrew them (41k approximately) a long time ago , cut my bed mattress on the side and started shoving money up there until one day my dad found out , he took everything from me and said it’s gonna be in safe hands for me when i grow up , and because i was so naïve at that time , i got jacked by my own blood related father…
by the age of 17 , have talked to my father multiple times about buying a car for me , he refused to buy me one until i was 18 and passed my grade , which i did , and he bought me a car that i never got to enjoy , a 2003 318i BMW , summer came and i started nagging more about taking my car out for a ride , he refused every time , saying stuff like “the car needs an oil change” or “there’s no gas in it” and i would always fight back saying “i can pay for gas” or “i’ll change it’s oil” and he would refuse anyway , after a while it became clear to me that it’s a lie , the car always had a tank full , new oil , so it was just excuses of my abusive father for not letting me go anywhere , and i’m not the kind of person to go on joyrides all night , drink or drugs or anything , i just wanted to have some fun.
fast forward a couple of weeks , I started taking the car out discreetly in the middle of the night , i would go everywhere , see some sights , smoke a cigarette and have some coffee and stay up all night contemplating the beauty of nature and it’s stars , usually alone , sometimes with a couple of friends , i would then get the car back to it’s place every time , with a gas tank full , and literally park it as it was just to be extra careful , a couple more times went by unnoticed until my father woke up in the middle of the night and didn’t find neither i nor the car keys , i came back after a couple of hours and he was there , in our apartment’s entrance , looking at me with cold angry eyes , i didn’t even get the time to explain or apologize , he beat me to a pulp , broke my nose , fractured my rib cage for taking “his car” out without his permission , ever since i’ve avoided my father , my mother on the other hand did the exact same mistake , she took it out once because she wanted to go to her ill mother , when she came back she had scuffed the car’s side skirt. he got very angry at her and started smashing the house to bits and pieces , my mother is no longer his wife , she had divorced him 3 years ago , left my father in tears because it turned out she cheated on him , my mother also left me and my siblings , my brother (11 y/o then) and my sister (4 y/o then ) which i both have took care of ever since their birth , especially my little sister , my whole neighborhood says as if she’s my kid , i grew too fond of my little sister and i still am ,
fast forward a couple of months , my mother went nuts as well ! She started avoiding us every time we called her , she started avoiding the times we came to her place (which is at my grandmother’s home) , and then after a while all came to me clear when she woke me up in the middle of the night calling me telling me to come take my 11 year old brother or she will throw him out in the streets , keep in mind that my Grandmother’s house was 11 kilometers away from my own , needless to say , i rushed out for my brother and ever since , we no longer speak to her , and she never calls , she is married now , been married for 2 years , my father in those two years have been quite calm , i thought he had changed , maybe my mother’s divorce impacted on him , maybe it was for the best , keep in mind all of those years i’ve been a servant to my family , Not looking out for myself , not exploring myself nor the world , not doing what every other kid my age is or should probably be doing , my dad then bought a 2011 Mercedes W204 also known as a C200 , or a Cclass 4-cylinder car , i’ve had never drove on of these before and my father said he’d sold the bmw and bought this with some of the spare money (from my spare money that he wrongfully took ages ago), nevertheless ! My father told me i should take it for a test drive , it was a fun day and it was the only day i ever bonded with my father about anything , i thought for myself “well i’ll be damned , my father HAVE changed” , so anyway i started servicing my family even better , doing everything and anything my dad asks me to, even if it meant me jumping out of a 7 story building , if my father said do it , i’d blindly do it. just to gain his love and trust, maybe in a couple months notice my father would give me the car keys and say kind words to me like “go , my son , wherever your heart desires , do , whatever you want to do with your life”,
or so i thought , i was a naïve person again , i fell in the same pit , my father became rather even more abusive afterwards , so i started looking down on my life , depressed , oppressed , i wouldn’t do my chores , i would just have a bullet of negative thoughts ricocheting inside of my cranium , constantly thinking of killing myself , until i woke up from it with the help of many dear friends of mine which were always by my side to support me emotionally and mentally ,i snapped out of it , thought of my sister , my brother, my grandmother (father’s mother, which is unlike her son , very sweet to me , she’s the one that built me , caressed me , took care of me ever since i was a little baby) , and thought of me being dead , how would my family feel ? Who would take care of my sister ? who would make sure she’s well fed ? She’d done her homework ? Well bathed ? who would be there for her when she grows up ? my deadbeat father ? No. only i can be there for her.
all of these thoughts , and the ones that really hit me this year the most were the thoughts of stealing the mercedes out a couple of times , hell , i’m 25 , I am my own man , why won’t my father let me be ? if he isn’t willing to give it to me nor my money with full grace , might as well do as i please and deal with the problems later , a couple weeks pass by and my father gets work overseas for a month in C’ote D’ivoire , abidjan , for a whole month ! so i went with my plan , i packed my father’s things up , i tidied everything before he went , showing him i’m gonna be responsible , he insisted on having both of my siblings at my grandma’s house for the time being , and it was excellent for me , i would be able to take the car out for the whole month , no questions asked , no one would know , and so i did , and every 2 or 3 days i would go to my grandma’s , get some grub in me , making sure my siblings are OK , Making sure my grandma doesn’t need anything , and then going back and forth in the car. Trying to sell a computer here , a couple of trades there , tank always filled to the brim , mid day to mid night , cruising around, becoming my friend’s taxi driver when in need , free of charge , i would make sure my ex-Security coworkers reach home safe , i’d take them back to their homes at 10:45 , and so on , life was great ! Action packed ! No boring days, no repetitive days , every day was a different day , father would call me up every couple of days , i’d check up on him, telling him i’m being an obedient man, cleaning around the house doing my chores and looking for some ways to put money in my pocket , 2 days before he came back , i thought of mindlessly drifting around town , which i escaped from miraculously multiple times , but not this time , i had an accident that changed my life for the worse , thankfully i have not done any physical harm to another creature or human , only materialistic harm , financial harm , i still freaked out , my friends came over the car crash site , i was way over my head , my brain started to fuzz , i smoked 4 packs that night, immediately i called my uncle and told him what just happened with me , the car lost control and the wheel was too soft to touch , a single notch to the left and the car would unbalance , and so he came , called my father to tell him the news and my father’s first question was : “ is the car too damaged?” , i literally went hysterical, my own father didn’t even care if i’m alive or not , if i’m injured or not , which thanks to god i wasn’t , he screamed at my face over the phone , saying how he would beat me to a pulp once he comes back , keep in mind that we have insurance and it covered up the expense to fix the parked car i went into , but the Mercedes needed 2,600$ to be fixed , i was still in shock the whole time , my uncle took the blame , said he was the one driving to the police , they tested him for drugs and alcohol , nothing came up , he got cleared , he told me to go home with my friends and take it easy on myself , told me everything will be okay , my friends drive me home , i reach for my keys to notice they’re not there , i have my friend break and enter my house because my keys literally flew out of the window into the unknown when the car accident happened , and i sat down on the sofa , sat down for 10 days straight , father’s flight was delayed that’s why it took him 10 days instead of just 1 day to come back , and for the whole time, i was sitting , sleeping , eating , drinking from the same sofa , not even getting up to take a leak , if my friends wouldn’t come every single morning to get me food and take care of me , my father would have came home to my dead body with shit covering the floor probably , nonetheless, i accepted the fact that the accident was irreversible, nothing i could have done , my father comes the next day , beat me to a pulp as promised , broke my nose again , severely hurt me , my body was filled with cuts and bruises , he also broke a metal bar to my before broken ribs , a wooden broom to my head , my skull looked con-jumbled , deformed , i had a lump on the top of my head just like in the cartoons , and he proceeded to humiliate me for the next month , knocking me over , kicking me , of course i couldn’t handle it anymore , i fought back , broke his working arm in two places , my father had started to get some white stuff on his face coming from his month and he nearly died because of me , because i was so put up with him , because he wouldn’t listen to me , he created a monster , i took care of him for the next couple of months (this was at the end of 2021) , we never spoke about it again , i never hit my father again , and i started feeling like another person completely , i just didn’t want to become what my father projected on me , i didn’t want to become this angry version of myself , it was too dark , it was capable of doing impossible things , and i couldn’t really escape it , my father would have called the cops on me , put me in jail , but he chose not to , and i for one couldn’t have the guts to do it , or to escape my own prison , which is home , because i constantly thought of my siblings and how hell their lives would be with such an abusive father , fast forward to 2022 , he got another work overseas lined up , no car , dad already sold the mercedes instead of fixing it , and even if there was a car i wouldn’t have thought of doing this again , i got scared , i would think twice before i drive any car , mine be it or a friend’s , so i kept working on pcs , over the course of the past month , i sold my PC for a quick 500$ buck to ail myself and see what i can do with them , keep in mind that my 41k had become around 29k and were left at my grandma’s in the safe for safekeeping , and my grandma didn’t know it was my money , and even if she did , she wouldn’t go against my father , firstly because he’s her son , secondly because she too have had alot of problems coming from my father , so she never wants anything to do with him , so i never thought of taking some of my money back and working with it , investing in it , keep in mind also , that in the entirety of the past 3 months i also asked my father for allowance and for investing money because i had some ideas lined up , and he refused every time , he didn’t trust me at my highest why would he trust me at my lowest ? So i did take upon myself to ail myself all by myself ,sold my pc for 500$ , made around 2k , father came back around 11 days ago , and the first thing he noticed was my computer missing , i told him i did this and that , and he started abusing me yet again , i cried , i told him it was because he wouldn’t let me do anything , i pushed him and ran for the door but he beat me up , he took my freshly made 2k , he calmed down for a moment , played with my heart , and then beat me again , saying how i’m trash , i shouldn’t be allowed to live , and that I’M setting a bad example for my siblings , which have seen me get whipped with a belt , they ran to the bedroom and slept theirselves off , and ever since i’ve been having trouble , sleeping , thinking , i just do chores around the house with my father being a deadbeat telling me to do this and do that , i would have been able to get him the whole world , i have no feelings for him any longer , i avoid conflict and confronting him , i just bow my head down and do what i’m told for the sake of my brother and sister , my grandma scolded me for being like this and told me to find me a way to make some money and escape the household , maybe even flee from this country to another , start a new life , she promised to look after my siblings, and that’s the only thing that brung serenity to my existence , i have alot of things going through my mind , alot of projects that i can do , and make money from , from NFT project to a simple e-hookah meant for restaurant use , i’m think of myself as a very intelligent person , but with poor life choices , and i’m begging for someone to invest in me on the condition of me paying back whatever is invested in me whenever i am able to , be it a month , a year or 10 i would make sure i pay back every dime , and even give a big bonus if my life drastically changes to the better. I have alot that have happened in my life , alot of them that have weighed me down for so long i forgot what it felt like to be free. if it meant to provide pictures or more information , i’m more than willing to oblige , I don’t care if my life incidents get made into books or movies , i just want to break free of these shackles of my miserable life , i don’t want a donation without any return , i don’t want someone to work MY life out , i don’t want someone to provide shelter for me or refuge , i don’t want anyone to buy me a ticket out of my country , i want to be able to do everything by myself , with the help of someone’s funds , until i am capable of returning it , and if i get rich enough to help others that’s the first thing i’m going to do. even if it meant breaking my own laws , i have always been in service for those who are in need , be them the homeless or the hungry , i would always share my plate , i wish someone would be able to share some of their plates with me too. For the time being atleast. because i am a hundred percent sure my life won’t change by itself , and i am incapable of fixing it myself without the correct tools. It’s a long way to fix my life , it could take me 30 years or till the day my father dies , i don’t resent him for what he has done to me , i just don’t have any more feelings towards him , so i would like to ask nicely one more time , please help. and i’ll make sure i make it up to you someday. I know i’m not the perfect candidate , i know there’s people out there suffering more than i am , i know i may not be worth it as much as other people who may be brighter than i am , better than i will ever be , i just hope someone can help , whomever. and i am very sorry for the longest ever life story ever told.
I hope whoever reads this can be discreet about the whole situation, i’m not looking for any more problems. Walls have eyes , and the streets have ears. my fake facebook handle is https://www.facebook.com/jele.ctronics.9 , i want to keep myself as low-profile as it gets. if a good samaritan shows interest i’d be obliged to tell him my identity , and i’d wish hackers/doxxers wouldn’t creep up on me. I beg of you.