Wednesday, 7. May 2008, 18:20:04
My Life 
It started in 1972 when an Italian girl of 15 years (my mother), she knew a young and charming Egyptian that had 20 years (my father), in the city of Milan (Italy).
It fell and after two years my mother was pregnant with me.
After 15 days after my birth in 1974, were married and that day my mother received the first slap, so my father began to pull out his true character.
For the first 5 years of my life we lived in Italy, where my mother enrolled me to asylum, while my
Father was in Egypt. When a beautiful day my father, phoned my mother telling her to do the luggage
Because we had to leave for Egypt where we reached and stabilize there, because according him I would have had a better education in a college English .So my mother prepared documents for the transfer .
This is done, my father, for reasons of work had go in Kuwait and, therefore, rather than go in Egypt, and we we a little with him. until one day, was the sister of my father to Resume because I could not be with my parents in Kuwait, but I had to go with her in Egypt for being able to enter College.
Spent one year where I lived with my aunt awaiting the return of my parents from Kuwait, in the meantime I began to attend the College
My Life in that period was happy without any problem, because I was loved by all the family of my Father above all from my grandmother (the mother of my father).
Finally arrived for my parents and so I moved with them at the home of my grandmother, where I had the
misfortune to know the true character of my father.
From here began the period most ugly of my life.
Often it my father There it and I couldn't understand the reason , often my mother was full of bruising because he , instigated by my grandmother, take it out on us into , thinking that the violent behaviour of my father was caused by my grandmother.
My seventh year of age we moved in another house, without my grandmother, and I thought "who knows if my Father will change ", but reluctantly discover that things would not be changed on the contrary made,We were massacred of cask almost every evening kicks fists etc. etc
All this began to return to my father's house, began to discuss raising the voice and beating My mother without a reason and I am tired of assist every night to the same scene, but trying to divide them but I unfortunately engulfed I too suffering the same fate of my mother, because my father was very strong , me and my mother feel the painful and full of bruising.
At the age of 8 years my mother had a pregnancy, only that the problem was that it could not continue the pregnancy for threats own seen beating suffered earlier.
was confined to bed , was in need of many treatments, and should not strive, while my father had never home, as he woke, while, dressed and crash regardless minimally nor her , do nothing less than me, leaving us only.
No one took care of my mother nor the family of my father but the people outside his acquaintances my mother, which knowing our situation we were in help.
Abstract: my father has never had a steady job and was always maintained by his family.
An evening my father returned to midnight and told my mother to prepare him the suitcase that had to go in Alexandria Egypt with his friends and did not know when he would return.
My mother was already in the seventh Month of pregnancy and its terms were not good concerned, she told him her conditions and asked him to remain, For my father and taken to kicks and punches my mother also stroke on her stomach too , done this he went away.
I shall never forget that night, my mother wept for the pain the flank and began to lose by doing blood fatigue even to walk and star in feet. concerned and powerless not knowing what to do to help and did only what I thought right regarding my young age, and that comfort her.
Towards the 2 of night feel knock the door, went to open and found myself 2 sisters friends of my mother, which fortunately had decided to come to find my mother.
Seeing her terms they decided to lead us to their house.
After a few hours that we were in their home, they decided that my mother had to go to hospital having regard to her serious conditions.
Scope in the hospital my mother bore a female who called Amal that means (Hope) only that its conditions were not good and so was the incubator WITH THE PROHIBITION OF visit.
Passed the days but the baby had need of blood and medicines so we all ginmill Egypt in search of these two things.
After 15 days, my mother warned a strange feeling as if my sister the same calling so decided to call the cousin of my father (as every day my father weren't home) and asked him to accompany us hospital, where we discovered tragically BY A DOCTOR that my father and his family, to our knowledge, had the funeral of my sister the day before, without even tell us that she had died.
Destroyed by the pain, my mother, closed in the room for a month crying the death of my sister.
It passed a month without my mother went out of the one room, then I decided to react , went in the room and with great courage the I said: "It is time she leaves dad, it is time for lathes in Italy I'm tired to see you suffer! ".
At last I listened to me, spoke with my father and strangely him approved with a condition, that is, I will stay with him and that he would never let me go with her. And so it was my mother had left me I was 9 years.
I not nothing of her departure, as if I without sentiments, I felt only closed and I myself I appreciate hard in my heart.
I had no rules and respect, neither for myself nor for the other.
My father was still strike me and at 11 years he left me alone for 1 year in a house almost in the desert, none of my parents were looking to where I was and what I was doing .
From 1983 to 1992 my mother visited me 3 times and the last time that was marked the end of the nightmare in which I lived.
1992 my mother had come to me and after a few days an evening asked me if I had taken the money from the stock exchange grandmother (25 pound) and I said no, because my mother had given me at her arrival 500 pound and had yet in my pocket 470 so could not be was me, then told me to not leaving until arrival of my father and I obey.
The following day I stood up to 7 morning, and I found my father attacked in my neck in the process to strangulate me , while I was losing the meaning my mother went and she saved my life.
My mother summoned all the family of my father, my father and a brother in law of my father (who was a captain of the police of Cairo) and said to all let me return in Italy with her, OTHERWISE WOULD denounce my father for attempted murder and had little to choose was leaving me from, so it was I went back at 17 years old in Italy under weight of 10 kilos, under shock, and with nervous exhaustion.
After 7 years after my departure Egypt, my father became review because it was married to another Italian and as the saying goes "the wolf loses the hair but not the habit", began to do to her and her daughters (and my half-sisters the greatest one had from a previous marriage after my mother), the same things suffered by me and my mother.
We rode him, I, my mother and my girlfriend (now my wife), for that reason not to ruin everything on and learn from its mistakes, when he was to raise his hands on us, "only this time he hadn't before him a fearful child but a strong man and without fears" i stopped him , without strike, but only looking fixed in the eyes and not to mention, he understood and hadn't the courage to react, and I took my mother and my girlfriend and dinners we went and I never saw him again .
In total, at the end, my mother underwent 9 abortions in RESULT OF beatings and violence suffered and I have the body with a bit of scars.
22 October 2006 my father died (say, for remorse) and I on 15 February 2007 I visited Egypt and so I was able to deal with my past and above all the family of my father, where taunt them everything they did together with my father to me and my mother and for the first time baked fear in their eyes.
So I have taken a revenge and I made my dream as a child at the age of 9 years, namely to tackle and refer suffered injustice of gaining the respect wanted from relatives of my father.
Dear friends this is not a film well my history or better the negative side, today I'm married and have one child , I'm happy and thanks to my past I'm stronger, difficult to bend and oh, I hate the cowards and bullies.
You do not be sorry for me, I only want to show you one of the worst side of the man, arrogance and cowardice I hope that my story can help .
By Hassan Alessio
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