A few years back, I embarked on my music career and began collaborating with various Israeli figures to achieve one of my dreams and divine assignments.
During the creation of my first project, I lost many people who didn't respect my vision until I found a producer who understood it and allowed me to work freely.
I worked on it for about two years until I felt comfortable releasing the song.
Afterward, I searched for a model to fulfill the actor role in the music video.
The song was a love song in Hebrew with a sexual essence, requiring a specific script to make it visually effective.
I contacted the largest modeling agencies in Tel Aviv but kept failing because I am a "nobody."
Finding a model was challenging due to the interconnected nature of these industries, so I turned to my inner circle.
I knew a girl who was my friend's ex-girlfriend and asked if she'd like to act.
I had previously worked with her and her ex during a cinema school project.
Although I knew her, I wasn't familiar with her personality.
After offering her a decent amount of money to act in my first music video, we began working on the choreography.
We spent about three weeks on it, and I started to appreciate and love her because she was the only person who supported me in fulfilling my mission.
I invested heavily in art, apparel, jewelry, and expensive cinema studio time, even taking care of her needs like school and work transportation.
At some point, I was convinced she would be my wife.
I recall her mother praising her school performance, and I expressed my happiness in contributing positively to her life.
Everything seemed right.
On the filming day, I gathered my best friends, who are no longer my friends due to the betrayal, and we worked tirelessly for 15 hours to complete it.
I was ecstatic to finally have my first high-quality music video that would shake the Israeli music industry.
Then things took a turn.
After paying her the agreed amount, I asked her to sign a release paper granting me rights to the video.
She declined, insisting that I become her boyfriend first because the clip could jeopardize her future marriage.
I understood her concerns and took her seriously.
I truly intended to make her an offer but wanted to test her loyalty first.
This confused me, but I agreed, believing she was a good girl and I might marry her.
Despite this, she still wouldn't sign.
I gave her some time to reconsider, hoping she'd do the right thing.
During this "relationship," I began noticing red flags.
The first was when she received a call from a stranger, referring to me as her "pal."
Shocked, I took her home, and as she exited my new Mustang, she threw something at it, potentially causing expensive damage.
Two Arab men on a motorcycle witnessed this and tried to attack me, forcing me to run red lights for safety.
She endangered my life, but thankfully, I escaped unharmed.
After she pleaded for mercy, I foolishly returned to her.
The second red flag emerged when I woke up in our rented apartment, which I alone pay for, to see a Tinder notification on her phone.
Realizing I needed to escape this deceitful relationship, I contacted a girl I knew from Spain for a backup plan.
Meanwhile, the "crazy witch" had access to all my information, as we had shared our locations, email codes, bank account codes, and possibly more.
She stole all my private information from my phone without my knowledge.
Unbeknownst to me, she was involved with other men for money, making me a victim of this criminal scheme.
I discovered a note on her phone detailing a plan to destroy my life with lies.
Realizing a criminal cult was targeting me out of jealousy or perceived wealth, I planned my escape.
One day, I texted her, ending our relationship and stating I was with someone else.
I moved on before things got worse this was a 3 month relationship a month and a half as "pals" and the other month and a half as fake "union".
During our brief "relationship," she made numerous mistakes, leading to the most diabolical years of my life.
I discovered an Instagram conversation between her and my brother because, when he was incarcerated, I had his Instagram login information to check things for him.
After seeing their messages, I decided to distance myself, removed his account from my phone, stopped assisting him, and even moved away.
This made me realize that the cult she's linked to might actually be my own family.
She slept with my family members to hurt me, slandered my name nationwide, and used her mother and sisters to spread lies, claiming we were married because of a jewel I bought her.
She exploited my status as a lonely person to rally a large group of people against me.
She even used her sister's child to deceive people, saying I was the father and neglected him for a life of prostitution.
She also did something concerning my health that I'm embarrassed to share, but thank God my health is now restored and I'm safe.
She put my life at risk and concealed her illnesses from me.
Over the past three years, I lost all my friends because no one trusted me.
They chose to trust a woman and her mother & sisters over an Arab, whom they labeled a terrorist.
During this time, a criminal group made up of corrupt police officers and lawyers targeted me.
She rallied a large number of community members against me, manipulating the situation by having her friends impersonate me through bribed messages, creating fake profiles, and sending offensive messages to women I was interested in, all to ruin my reputation.
This left me clueless as to why no one wanted to work with or befriend me.
My family abandoned me, choosing her over me.
I sold my car, expecting her to damage it due to her criminal actions, since she was angry that I had discovered the deception happening behind my back.
Most importantly, I had lost my good reputation in my homeland, making it impossible for me to succeed again in Israel.
This is a message she sent me soon after the war started, when she carried out her deceitful scheme with her criminal associates and corrupt police officers who gang-stalked me for years to observe my reaction.
They were convinced I was a criminal like them and expected me to behave in a way that would allow them to imprison me.
However, I was aware of their actions.
What they fail to understand is that God has sent me as a test for them to see if they would do the right thing and protect me.
But since they perceive me as an Arab terrorist, they are just sweeping evidence under the rug.
translation:
1st message: I realize now that I dated the murderer of my people. 12 of my friends were murdered and you didn't even say "participating in your grief". Just blame my mom for being a witch you can huh? You piece of Amalek is what you are
2nd message: I share that my mother's cancer has returned and in response you say that she is casting spells on you, you son of a whore, Wait wait God knows what seed you came from and God will make sure to curse you for the rest of your life you murderous Palestinian.
3rd message: Do not approach me in any way either verbally or physically.
4th message: Everyone will know your true face, I'll make sure of that wherever you go.
I want to mention that during the three years I've never contacted her cause i knew she want to harm me and I've been asking her to leave me alone every time she contacted me, I was scared that a group of people might physically attack me.
As a result, I rarely went out by myself, and when I did, I carried self-defense items with me.
I begged her to leave my life, but she has never left.
To this day, she stalks and harasses me.
I warned her multiple times to stop interfering with my life, but she ignored me.
I hired a private investigator with my last bit of money to understand why she wouldn’t leave me alone.
He staged a scenario with a woman pretending to be my girlfriend to see if she would attack, but she didn’t, knowing the woman was an informer like herself.
While she reached out to me during the time the private investigator was handling this case, I texted him and informed him that she was still harassing me.
He responded, "Leave her alone, we don't want to make her angrier," which was the worst thing he could have said.
I had spent my last penny to get his help in getting rid of her, but when he said that, I realized he was just like her.
He probably also thinks I'm a "stinky Arab" who deserves to die, which is why he responded that way.
This left me spending a lot of money for nothing.
To make things even more troubling, she later reached out to me, suggesting we meet at a hotel where she and her criminal cult associates engage in their illegal activities, which essentially involve sex trafficking people and secretly filming them during sexual encounters to use the footage for blackmail.
I refused, as she had my number because of my business, which requires open contact.
Over these three years, I spent a lot hiding my car in private lots before selling it and changed my phone number six times in two and a half years.
She simply refuses to let me live peacefully.
She genuinely believed she was clever and that wartime was the ideal moment to attack me, attempting to sue me for being evil or imprison me for being a terrorist or other falsehoods she concocted in her mind.
I wouldn't be shocked to see footage of someone else dressed in my clothes, pretending to be me, and entering this crime hotel in order to incriminate me, as she took not only my men's clothing but also jewelry, sunglasses, and other items.
In any case, my childhood in Israel was a nightmare.
I was born into a violent family and a racist community (from both sides) as a Muslim named Mohammed.
They never cared for me and stole the inheritance my grandparents left me, believing I didn't deserve it.
They went as far as falsifying inheritance documents with the help of corrupt Arabic judges and lawyers in the flawed Israeli justice system, taking what was rightfully mine.
As the grandson of my grandparents, I know they left me a house and money because they trusted I would use it wisely, unlike my family members who are involved in criminal activities, tarnishing my grandfather's hard-earned legacy.
His wealth has already been squandered on illicit activities.
My intention was to marry and live safely here, but due to their actions, I've decided to leave this family, change my name, and devote myself to worshiping God.
I had to change my name at some point because I wanted to live in a Jewish community or any peaceful community, but not an Arab one, as they always treated me poorly.
My family always underestimated me, which made me a reserved person.
When I tried to rent an apartment as Mohammed, no one would rent to me simply because they saw me as a "terrorist."
They wouldn't say it outright, but I'm telling you this so you can trust me.
I underwent psychological treatment for this issue for years until I decided to let go and change my name.
After I changed my name, I finally started receiving better treatment, at least from those who didn't know me. However, those who were aware of my name change mocked me and laughed at my pain, spreading rumors that I had gone crazy and needed to go to a mental hospital.
Some said that I was fake, asking "how can Mohammed be Gabriel?" and all that disrespectful treatment.
What they don't know is that the archangel Gabriel delivered the Quran to Mohammed sallallahu alayhi wa sallam.
I have a deep faith in the Most High God and will always honor all of God's prophets or messengers, no matter their religion, which essentially means I hold love for Mohammed and Jesus, may their memory be blessed.
I believe this is why God loves me and protects me from harm, because I hold no bitterness or resentment towards others based on their beliefs or religion.
As I feel I'm a bit too old to study Arabic and reading the Quran in other languages might affect my understanding, I've decided to return to my roots and convert to Judaism, as Hebrew is my mother tongue and I was raised among Jews.
Initially, I read the New Testament in English, and it is a beautiful book. I was amazed by the sacrifice Jesus made for humanity.
I completely identify with him because that's what this community did to me.
No matter how good I tried to be, they always schemed and plotted against me.
However, Jesus already bore the pain that I was "supposed" to feel after this great betrayal, so I am grateful to him for taking my pain away.
Afterward, I purchased the Quran in Hebrew, which is interesting, but it feels somewhat different since it's not in the original language.
Nonetheless, I thoroughly enjoyed reading it and was amazed by the strength and passion that Mohammed, sallallahu alayhi wa sallam, received from Allah and his dedication to Allah and His words.
Lastly, the Torah has been a part of my life since school, as I attended an Israeli school.
Even the street names where I lived with my family were very spiritual or religious.
I can't make a general statement about the Torah because I'm still deeply studying, investigating, and practicing the religion.
I'm currently in a hermit mode season to truly delve within and experience the spiritual relief that comes with understanding the truth.
I attended a conversion institution affiliated with the government that assists individuals who wish to convert, and I had a great experience overall.
However, one aspect I disliked, and which might lead me to consider converting to Christianity instead, is that the conversion process doesn't solely depend on you.
You must bring a Jewish family from your community to testify that you spent all the holidays with them and provide a recommendation, which is mandatory.
If you don't have an external family with whom you've spent holidays, it's a waste of time.
As I am the most disliked person in my town, or perhaps the country, it's difficult for me to open up and seek help.
It's hard for me to explain that I was Mohammed because I know that if people discover or hear the truth, they will reject me as I have been rejected throughout my life, no matter where I've been in this country.
So, I decided to take a break and reconsider Christianity.
I wrote this article because I am about to release a new song, and as part of my decision to combat racism, I have chosen to stop creating music in Hebrew until justice will be made.
This is a protest against the injustices I faced from a corrupt community and family.
I have removed all my Hebrew creations from all platforms and am embarking on a new journey where I can feel more at peace to return to creating and developing my skills.
Due to the community making me dislike attention, the song will be released directly in this article by the end of this month.
Stay true to who you really are
The original Juice.
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