u/Frosty-Bet8566

I don’t even know how to sugarcoat this, so I won’t.

People see Dubai as lights, money, luxury, fast life… but they don’t see what happens behind that image. Long hours. Pressure. Loneliness. Situations that test you mentally and physically.

This isn’t a place that gently teaches you life it throws you into it.

You deal with stress that builds up silently. You push through exhaustion because you have no other option. You learn to handle things on your own because there’s no one coming to save you.

Some days, it feels like you’re just surviving, not living.

If you’re someone who gets overwhelmed easily, who needs comfort and stability all the time… think twice.

This city demands toughness. It demands patience.

It demands that you keep going even when you don’t feel like it.

But at the same time ,it also shapes you.

It either breaks you or builds you into someone stronger than you ever imagined.

Just know what you’re stepping into.

(This injury happened in my company accommodation on 30/4 . Things got out of control with a coworker. It wasn’t just an argument, he physically attacked me. I didn’t even expect it. One moment it was words, the next moment I was bleeding.

Companies don't even care about you, because for them you are a piece of shit for them.

Sometimes I feel like why the hell I came to this country, to get beaten to death.

To be Frank most of the companies in Dubai are like this , doesnt care about employees

Please always choose a Good company🙏

Live a respectable life not as a slave)

I don’t even know where to start, but I need to get this out somewhere.

A few years ago, I got into trading thinking it would change my life. I thought I finally found a way to prove myself, make money, and build something on my own. But instead, it slowly destroyed me.

Loss after loss.

At first, I told myself it’s part of the process. Then it became stress. Then it became anxiety. I started losing not just money, but confidence,peace, sleep. I would sit alone replaying every mistake in my head, thinking “what if I did this differently?”

I felt like I was falling behind in life.

And then, in the middle of all that chaos, I met Aroohi ( she is trans woman)

I didn’t expect her to become so important to me. But she was different. She was honest in a way people usually aren’t. No games, no fake behavior. Just real.

Slowly, she became the one person I could breathe around.

Even when everything in my life was going wrong, talking to her made it feel like things were still okay.

Then I made a decision I came to Dubai.

I thought this would be my reset button. New country, new life, new mindset. I told myself I’ll rebuild everything here.

But Dubai wasn’t easy.

People think coming here means success, but they don’t see the reality. First i was in a Sales job actually it's a commodities trading company, my first shock was within 2 months the company got closed due the fight between partners.

 Then i joined a metal manufacturing company as a material supervisor, it's kind of labour job.

The long hours, the pressure, the loneliness, the mental exhaustion. Living in company accommodation, feeling like you’re stuck in a loop work, stress, sleep, repeat.

Some days I felt like I wasn’t living, just surviving.

And in the middle of all this, something happened that changed me even more.

In between this, Aroohi needed her vaginoplasty surgery.

I can’t even explain what I felt during that time. Fear, helplessness.. but also clarity. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. Not my losses, not my situation, not my stress.

Just her.

Even in my condition, I did whatever I could to support her. Financially, emotionally, everything I had, I gave. It wasn’t easy at all. But when you truly love someone, you don’t calculate. you just act.

The day she came out safe, I felt something I haven’t felt in a long time.

Peace.

Real peace.

But life didn’t stop testing me.

My parents didn’t accept everything  my choices, my relationship, my situation. Standing up to choice was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. 

I respect them, but I also had to choose my own life.

That conflict inside me… it still hurts.

And just when I thought I was handling enough, something happened recently that broke me in a different way.

I was in my company accommodation here in Dubai. There was an issue with a coworker. It started as words… but suddenly it turned physical.

He attacked me.

I didn’t even process it at first. One moment I was standing, the next moment I was bleeding. I had to go to the hospital, get scans done, just sitting there wondering how my life ended up like this.

I came here to rebuild myself.

Instead, I’m dealing with financial losses, emotional stress, family pressure… and now even physical assault.

There were moments I just sat alone thinking 

 “How much more?”

But here’s the truth.

I’m still here.

I didn’t quit trading and rebuild yet but I didn’t give up either.

I’m still struggling in Dubai, but I’m still standing.

I got beaten, but I’m not broken.

And through all of this, one thing kept me going: "HER"

And maybe a small part of me that still believes I can turn this life around.

I don’t know how long it will take.

I don’t know how hard it’s going to get.

But I know one thing 

I’m not done yet.

If you read this till the end, thank you. I just needed someone to hear my story.