Storytime: i was almost kidnapped for child trafficking, a thread:

Before i start this thread, i wanna clarify that I'm not making fun of kidnap/trafficking victims... this is MY experience, it is 100% real, and i like to process this traumatic experience through dark humor...

Okay so i was 11 years old and i lived in Saudi Arabia at the time... unfortunately, in this country pedophilia is normalized and alot of thirsty perverts exist due to the suppression caused by the strict conservative laws made by the government... this is facts btw

Because of that, my parents NEVER let me out of the house alone because as i said i was 11 and they've heard alot of horrible stories about kids that disappeared and shit like that... point is: this country was horrible and unsafe, eventhough we lived in Downtown Riyadh

One day, it was my friends birthday. I still remember his name was Yazeed. He was a Yemeni kid and kinda my bestfriend in school. He wanted us to spend the day at the mall for his 12th birthday. I was so excited because his mom called my mom and she accepted.

Unfortunately my happiness didn't last very long because my mom wanted to escort me inside the mall for safety...i found that very problematic and embarrassing because i was already bullied for being f@ggy and Lebanese... i didn't want to add "mommy's boy" to the list... no ma'am

I started crying. It was a nightmare for me. I nagged alot until my dad came up with a solution; they will drop me off outside the mall, give me a phone, and I'll call them for assurance once i meet up with my friends and the mother inside... we were all satisfied with this plan

Now the real shit starts... thinking about it alone makes me anxious because i think about all the horrible things that could've gone wrong... here we go...

My parents dropped me off at Al-Faisalia Mall... we rarely went there because we didn't enjoy it very much as a family... but who cares now? Fuck my family. I finally felt like the independent man i was destined to be... anyways i walked to the arcade section to meet my friend...

Here is when shit gets weird... i didn't recognize the mall at all when i went in... eventhough i've only went there like 2 times before, I've always had a good memory and i knew something was off... i brushed it off and after 10 minutes, i finally found the arcade section.

My friends weren't there yet. I was early anyways and i assumed they were on the way... at this point, my parents were blowing up the phone... i picked up and i lied to them; I told them that i catched up with my friends and they can leave. I didn't have any other choice (1/2)

Because that would mean they'll come inside and wait with me... i couldn't let that happen and sacrifices had to be made. (2/2)

I waited for 15 minutes and my friends still didnt show up! Here is when i realized that I'm not an independent man, I'm an idiot 11 year old qu€€r that got himself into trouble... i got anxious but i decided to wait an extra 15 minutes before i call my parents (1/2)

Because maybe... just MAYBE, my friends will show up and i can act like all this never happened and I'll spare myself from SEVERE punishment

After 5 minutes or so, a group of 3 or 4 men approached me... they were Gulf Arabs by the looks of it and the ghetto type... they asked me about my name and why i was alone... being the stupid lil boy i am, i answered every question they had and i described the situation i was in

They stressed on the question if i was alone way too many times but i was so naive and thought they were genuinely worried about me... they told me they know Yazeed and they will take me to him... i was soooo incredibly desperate so i happily agreed

Thinking about this now worries me because i can't believe i was that stupid and r€t4rded like this can't be real... Why did they know Yazeed suddenly and how did they sell that to me? They used Pre Islamic Arabic witchcraft methinks... or I'm just incredibly dumb

i walked along with them and they didn't communicate with me... it was awkward... they just made sure i was walking with them and they surrounded me while walking like they're a barrier and I'm in the middle...at the time i didn't think about it but now i remember...

I was honestly getting kinda scared... It started to occur to me that i shouldn't have walked with them. I should've called my parents or at least be honest with them from the beginning... i was overwhelmed with the feelings of fear and guilt. I've never done this before.

Just as i was feeling those feelings, the guys took a turn and walked me down an isolated corridor that lead to only 2 destinations: the bathrooms and an exit door... that's when i started panicking... i finally talked with a crying voice and asked them what was going on... (1/3)

They started to calm me down but i didn't buy it this time... their dilect wasn't understandable which made it even scarier. They were panicking too because they started to argue between each other on how to handle me. I've never been more scared in my life... (2/3)

One of the guys was grabbing me by my shirt, as he was distracted with fighting the other 2, i quickly freed myself and ran for my life. I didn't look back. I ran to the nearest public gathering in the mall and i reached for my phone. I was crying like crazy. (3/3)

As i dailed my father's number, i heard my mom from the distance. She screamed my name and i could see her and dad running towards me... i finally felt safe and sound. The nightmare was over. They saw how shocked and traumatized i was and started questioning what happened.

I didnt joke in this part because writing it is honestly hard enough... i still remember it vividly and it still fucks me up till this day what could've happened to me, and what unfortunately happened to countless other children.

My memory is foggy on how I managed
to tell my parents the story but I did. As it turns out, my parents dropped me off at the wrong mall and they came back to pick me up after Yazeed's mother called mom to ask her where i was. My mother was crying and kept on holding me...

Mind you only 30 minutes passed since my parents dropped me off at the beginning... so the day barely started, and mom insisted i go to Yazeed to enjoy the rest of day after this experience. She stayed with me and dad went to the police.

Because i was a kid, my brain ignored what just happened... i could've been raped or sold as body parts, but here i was enjoying my time with my friends like its nothing!!!

After we got home, my parents punished me by taking away my PS2 and grounding me in my room for the whole week... i guess i deserved it... yeah i really did... i shouldn't have lied in the first place. Don't lie kids.

End of thread: if u made it till here you're a LEGEND purr!!!

N E ways please be careful and remember children are stupid and shouldn't be left alone... if u enjoyed this thread please like and retweet so i make more of them... i have alot more stories up my sleeve.