My name is Mohammed and this is my story I was born in 1992 in Jordan the Middle East I was born to a modest family consisting of an Egyptian father and a Jordanian mother a family of which I'am the only child
My father sent me to a private school and my life was normal until one day when the police stopped me while I was walking home from school I was 17 years old at the time The police officer asked me about my ID and I told him that I did not have one That led to my arrest I was detained until I verified my name and identity It was a terrifying situation for me and finding out that my name did not exist in the police database did not help to alleviate matters The officer asked me several questions to ensure that I was not a criminal or perhaps wanted for a crime Upon realizing that I was a student he released me
This event was the turning point in my life When I returned home I asked my parents of the reason why I did not have an ID like all my other schoolmates They asked me what happened and after I narrated my experience with the police officer they appeared scared and worried as they told me that I can't have an ID I asked of the reason and I was shocked when they replied that the law prohibited it After this I began to walk with caution in the streets avoiding the streets where the police usually are I also began to feel scared when I passed by the police or when I saw the police cars in the street even though I was neither a criminal nor wanted for any crime even though I didn’t break the law Perhaps the only crime I committed is being born in this country Further I started using my health insurance card as an ID card because it has my name and photo on it
Following the completion of my high school education my family sent me to the university And once again I was shocked again when I found out that I had to pay a double amount of university fees like the foreign students This existed despite the fact that I was not a foreign person and had never left the country before Also I was born in the country and my mother's nationality is Jordanian At this time I discovered that I could not get the nationality of this country or get any rights to help me live in peace here And when I say rights I mean the simplest rights ever like the right to have an ID get a driving license the right to work to buy a car or to even rent an apartment to live in I have been suffering everyday and hour from not getting these simple rights and I can't even join a charity or apply to any of the government's educational courses It feels like I do not exist and my life is miserable and sad and painful for no reason even though I did not commit a crime or do anything wrong in my life My family had lived a hard life because of the increasing stresses that we had so I wanted to help my family by providing some money but I realized that I did not have the right to work like ordinary people and I have to go to the labor office and apply for a work permit and follow many difficult and complex procedures like foreigners or even worse Further I could not get a work permit because the company or person that gives me the permit has the right to dismiss me outside this country after the permit period ends and this is very worrying and scary possibility to me and my family as I did not know any other place to go to if something happen to me and even if i find a job i cant be promoted and even if i works for years i cant ask for a certificate of experience so it's useless Therefore my dad had to work harder and harder day and night to provide me the money needed for living and paying the university fees and also for my family I couldn’t provide any help for him or do anything to support the family Being in the university rose my real worries about my nationality as I was being mocked by my university mates as the people who have my nationality in this country work in the hard jobs as cleaners and menial workers jobs which are condescended upon by our society Further the society perceives people of my nationality as generally homeless so I became so worried from getting close to the society so much so that I lost all my friends and became aloner Further when I spoke to people and they asked me "where are you from?" and I told them that I was from Egypt but born in Jordon they automatically stopped smiling and talking and started to look at me in a bad way As a result I locked myself in my room and I only left to go to the university and return home quickly I didn’t talk to anyone and I didn’t make any friends with anyone because I was afraid of being mocked from this community I was mad at the society mad at my parents mad at my life—and I couldn't do anything to fix it at all I felt like I couldn't handle any of it anymore most of the time I felt like I couldn't breathe and I just wanted to die and even if I die here my family cant burial me here they have to ship my dead body to Egypt to be buried there
I had never hurt anyone in my life Iam a good person Why did they treat me like this? This situation had lasted for days and months and years until 2014 came In 2014 the government gave the civil rights to Jordanian mothers' sons Everyone especially Jordanian mothers was pleased and happy about this and felt hope again They went to get the IDs but the procedures were very difficult and complicated and we had to sign a lot of pledges going to the police department to be verified and getting a health certificate like any stranger who wanted to live in the country but more difficult However we all followed these procedures and passed all these obstacles Finally we got these cards but the government which issued these cards did not verify and activate them Therefore we faced many obstacles when we tried to get driving licenses Moreover when we tried to get jobs we were asked to get a work permit Based on this we realized that all of this was no more than a big lie and each time they say we will activate the cards in the next couple days and its been 3 years and nothing happen and nothing change
And Now I am 25 years old I spent 6 years living alone in my room waiting for my death as I kept thinking about my black and dead future as a hopeless and useless person asking myself all the time what I did in my life to receive all this Why me? Why did they treat like a stranger or runaway? I did not commit any crimes to be punished for as badly as I am now I care about this country and I was born in this country However there are no logical answers to any of my questions and the only thing that I keep thinking about is how to leave the country especially after I met many people facing the same problems after they spent 30 and 35 years in this country with no hope or job or rights I don’t want end up like them and my dream is to leave this country and go to Europe with the hope that I will be treated as a human being again But I know that Europe does not accept people like me refugees looking for a jobs who don't have any money Especially not one who has an African nationality So it was another closed door in my face until I found this website and I saw many success stories here
I have decided to share my story here and get support to leave this country and move to Europe as I don't have any other solutions or ways to make this happen That is my sad story and I am still living it each and every day of my life Thank you very much for reading my story and supporting me in life I really appreciate your help and support.