"The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a child and then, by his absence, left the child fatherless and then Godless."
I am Jedwin Asia, a Filipino who has been living in Manila since the time that my biological mother took me here from Saudi Arabia.
I was told that I was born in Riyadh in 1988. I don’t have a Saudi birth certificate because my Mother did not declare that I am a son of a Saudi national. Several days after I was born, I was told that she flew back to Manila and brought me along with her. As soon as we landed, she contacted one of her friends and decided to give me away for good. That friend became my Family and they have adopted me ever since. My foster Mom explained to me that the reason why my biological mom took me here is because she was trying not to get in trouble with the law for having a child out of wedlock.
My biological mother’s name is Yolanda “Yolly” Roldan but it could have also been Yolanda “Yolly” when she was in Saudi Arabia. From what I was told, she either used to work for my Father or my Father’s family. My foster Mom also shared that my biological mom told them that my Father, a Saudi from Riyadh, did his best to find me but eventually gave up perhaps when he realized that my biological mom will not let him see me and was only contacting him for money.
I was told that my Father is a good man which is also why I want to meet him. I am already 34 years old but I always feel like an outsider, with no real identity. I love my foster Family and they mean the world to me but I always yearn to be a part of something that connects me to where I came from. I am not looking for my Father to demand the missed child support, I am financially stable and have a wife now. I don’t need to depend on anyone for anything.
I was told that his name is Gaib (or could be Kaif) with a last name that sounds like Al Koweydi though I am not sure if that is how it is spelled or not.I was also told that he owned a PO Box in the 80’s or 90’s, PO Box 3701 in Riyadh. This was how my biological mother got in contact with him, at least I think so. I also learned that my Father, at the time that my biological mother knew him, was either an Immigration Officer/Police or an Airport Police officer or something similar and that he and his family lived near where the National Guards were. I am just not sure if “National Guards” is an outpost or a government office.
At this point, these are all the information that I can share. I don’t think my biological mother will still be able to remember other information that she missed to share with me but I will still try to ask her from time to time. I really hope to be reunited with my Father.
Hey guys..this is a post from Khalid. He has decided to reach out to the website and wanted to share his story about what happened when he made contact with his father. This is what he had to say:
My government name at birth is Khalid Ahmed Stroup. My father refused to sign my birth certificate and he told my mom that he didn’t want me holding his last name. He told her never to tell anyone that he is my father and he said that he’d help from A far. After he went back home in Riyadh, he kept in contact with me until I was twelve years old. He only called me once A year if that and he’d whisper to me over the phone telling me that he loved me. He’d try to talk me in to going overseas almost every time we spoke but my mother told me so many bad things about Saudi Arabia. She didn’t want to lose me. she thought she’d never see me again. I turned down my father’s request to have me live with him because I didn’t really know him and all that my mother said. He wanted to get me out there and change my birthday so it looked like he wasn’t married when I was born.
My mother always talked to me about my father’s royal status and one time I asked him if he truly was A millionaire prince and he told me that he was and said I’d be rich too if I went out there. He offered me the world. He promised to make me rich and that excited me but my mother and my step father interfered with me going to live with him. I remember when I was around 11 years old, my father called and said that his mother was dying of cancer and her last request was to see me before she died. She was taken on A plane out here to the U.S. and was in A hospital in San Francisco. My step father spoke with my dad and he claims that my father wanted him to help kidnap me. My mother and step father made A big deal about it and they didn’t let me go see my grandmother when she was on her deathbed. Eventually my mother changed her phone number and not long after that, I was put in the system. I was in and out of institutions my whole life: JuvenileHall, group homes, jail, and prison. I went to prison for defending myself against someone who attacked me with A broken beer bottle and while I was incarcerated, I made it A set goal to find my father when I got released. After I got out, I started messaging a lot of people with his last name in Saudi Arabia. I’ve came across a lot of relatives who judged me and put me down. No one wanted to get involved and practically all of them were very rude with me. It took me a couple years to actually get my father’s phone number. I don’t think I would’ve got it if I didn’t have DNA proof. I don’t think a lot of them took me serious but once I took the ancestry test, A first cousin of mine who knows my father very well gave me his number. I sent my dad a long paragraph expressing how I feel, and how I wanted to be apart of his life. Everything I said was from the heart. I really needed someone to turn to. I was going through A lot in my life and I felt Alone. I was craving for my father’s love and acceptance. I wanted to be accepted in to the family more than ever! I thought for sure my father was going to block me but he didn’t. He responded back to me, then he had A friend of his call my phone. I spoke with his friend and he said that my father understands what I’m going through and that he was thinking about me A lot after I messaged him. He said that my father wants to be apart of my life but there’s complications.
The man asked if him and my dad could have A face to face meeting with me in the states so they could discuss the issue at hand. I was skeptical him calling it a meeting but I agreed to meet with them and they said they would be in the states within 60 days. We had a plan to meet in the Bay area and my father’s friend asked me not to have any contact with anyone on social media until they met with me. A couple days later the covid pandemic came out and there was a hold put on international flights. About A week or so later, I received A phone call from my father. I was so nervous when he called because I hadn’t talked to him since I was A child. The conversation we had turned out to be really good. He seemed like A kind person with A big heart. He kept telling me how much he loved me and how he wanted to come to the states and give me A big hug. He said I’d always be A member of his household. He even asked to speak with my mother and they talked for awhile. After that phone call I had with him, my life fell completely downhill. I ended up homeless and I asked his friend to see if he could help me. He said he spoke with my father and he promised to give me some money so I could get on my feet. I gave his friend my bank info but I got nothing. I started giving up on life and I ended up incarcerated again. I was sentenced to four years with half in prison for criminal threats. I just recently got released and I’m back home on summer homeless on the streets. I reached out to my father again through WhatsApp. I explained everything that’s been happening with me and my current living situation but once he read my message, he blocked me. I reached out to his friend. The middleman, and he ignored me.
I thought my dream of actually meeting my father was going to come true. I thought I was actually going to be able to meet him for the first time and I thought that he was going to change my life around for the better but that didn’t happen. I’ve always been bothered from the fact that my father is a very wealthy man who grew up in a 64-room mansion and I’ve always been poor. I became homeless for the first time when I was 16. I’ve had a lot of obstacles in my life and I’m still going through them. Everything I’ve encountered inspired me to write a book about my life. I might not be able to be in my father’s life but I have the chance to share my life story and be heard. I’ve been told by a lot of people in the family that my father’s a millionaire. One person said he’s a billionaire. When I was 19 years old I came in contact with someone who went to school with my father and he told me that my dad was rich. I don’t know if he’s in the billions or millions but I honestly just wanted to get to know the man. I was never after his money. I would be happy just to have a roof over my head and gave my life together.
Ancestry.com DNA results showing Al-Sudairi nameKhalid
This post is on behalf of Guadalupe. This is to remind you, Ahmed Yousef Alshayeb, from Al Hofuf KSA, that you fathered a daughter during your 2 year relationship with Guadalupe while you were here in the US for school (remember the ring you bought her?). Your daughter’s name is Alondra.
Apparently, after your daughter was born, you decided to cut off contact with Guadalupe and when she tried to reach out to your family, they blocked her on social media.
This is no way to treat the mother of your child. So to you, and the Alshayeb family..shame on you
Terri has reached out to the website in hopes of locating her father. This is her story:
This is my Father, Ahmed Al Dossary. I was born April 14th 1978 at Lake Forest hospital in Lake Forest, Illinois. I was given up for adoption at at about a month old, and was born without a thyroid. My mother was only 17 years old and a runaway herself, he called her Malik (meaning Angel in Arabic.) Her name was Angela Martin.
I was born Terri Lee Martin, the man who signed my birth certificate was his best friend/ cousin. I think his name was Fahd. or something similar. Details of the man who signed it are, birthday June 1955, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. My father gave my older “adopted” sister an arab barbie to be given to me when I knew the truth of my adoption. I didn’t know I was adopted until I was twelve, I didn’t know alot of truths until Christmas a few years ago.
The things I was told about Ahmed was that he liked horses, cowboys, Andy Kaufman. He could speak 7 languages, and that he did want me. However, he wanted to take me back to Saudi Arabia and raise me muslim.
My biological mother refused to marry him or leave her country. I was about a month old when she found out that I was born without a thyroid, and her guardian’s ex-wife and husband adopted me. She was originally hired to be a nanny to their two youngest boys nanny. My adopted brother Mikey was particularly close to him. I’ve been told he was part of the royal family of Saud. I’m telling this for the sake of identity and not because I want anything more to actually know who he is, besides a face in a picture. Honestly, I’ve lived almost 43 years without him and if he still chooses to not walk through a door I opened for him, it’s on him. but it is opened, and I want him to know he has 2 gorgeous grandsons age 17 and 14.
If anyone has any information about Ahmed Al Dossary, his daughter is trying to contact him. You can email the website at saudichildrenleftbehind@gmail.com
This was a topic I recently addressed on social media. Lately there’s been a recurring trend from women and adult children I communicate with who are interested in coming forward with their stories but are afraid to because of a fraudulent misconception. This prevailing falsehood is just one out of many in a series of lies and deceptions used on the women by these Saudi students during the relationship to get what they wanted, so I feel the time has come to bring up some essential truth.
From those questionable “trips back to Saudi”, to fabrications about his real name, age, which country he’s ‘supposedly’ from, not to mention those fairy tales he spoon fed you about how he was going to put a ring on it, these fly by night Saudis have long since borrowed from the same playbook.
One major deception that has long been perpetuated I so often hear from women who want to come forward, but may be hesitant in doing so, is this:
“I want to find my child’s father but I don’t want to cause trouble for him and his family” This is something I hear from women who are interested in getting the rights due to their child (and rightfully so) but are apprehensive because of their fear of offending these pieces of human garbage who left them in the most selfish way, alone and destitute with a baby. With that said, since when should his or his family’s feelings be taken into consideration? I have news for you, the trouble already started long before you got pregnant. These guys were excited to come to your country and it wasn’t because of school. Secondly, who do you think molded this loser in the first place? Make no mistake..if his family did find out about you they’d no sooner rally around him like soldiers and some lowlife uncle of his would be the first to call you a slut or a whore before hanging up. So whether its going to cause trouble isn’t the issue. They could care less if you attempt to expose them or not, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so comfortable leaving in the first place. The only trouble lies with the fact that he left you high and dry without any financial support. When it comes to how the families of these deadbeats think, the golden rule goes like this..their sons are king, their sh** doesn’t smell, and no woman with a baby is going to change that.
This way of thinking is also deeply ingrained in how the Saudi government has handled this issue historically and as of late…(If you want proof of this, try calling a Saudi embassy and see how the condescending know-nothing on the other line responds). They don’t care about what the father did, you and your child’s welfare, or anything. It’s a secret club and you aren’t in it! Which leads back to the all time famous myth….
“If anyone finds out you’re pregnant I’ll get in trouble” LOL. Did he bother to mention this the whole time he was wooing you during the relationship? This is an emotional microchip they implant into your heads to insure they’ll get out of the situation without accountability. This was no more apparent than when I was growing up when I would tell my mom I wanted to find my Saudi dad, to which she would reply in hysterics “YOU’RE GONNA GET HIM KILLED!!”. A reality check: He’s doing great. He’s living the life back in Saudi, comfortably reveling in the false image he’s cultivated for society. He’s enjoying nice expensive vacations and the finest of leisure money can buy, and while you and your child starve he’s getting fatter by the minute from all the greasy Al-Baik and lamb he’s devouring. Not to mention the many women he’s dining and having affairs with while he’s away from his wife and kids.
In short, you’re doing your child no favors by keeping quiet about these mens transgressions. Being nice and considerate about their feelings isn’t going to help you to afford the diapers or formula for your newborn, or pay for the numerous doctor’s bills if your child is faced with lifelong health issues..or the never ceasing worry how this might be the month you and your kid end up on the streets because you can’t afford the rent. Remember, these guys operate in a singular way. They had a plan when they went abroad to target you for enjoyment, and they have a plan to cover up their deeds if they’re allowed to.
مرحباً بالجميع، هذا المنشور من شمليا والتي تقوم بالبحث عن والدها السعودي الذي لم تقابله قط واسمه عبد الرحمن عزيز الهزاع وهو من سكان الرياض. لقد كان هنا في الولايات المتحدة في العام 1977 في مينيابوليس ، مينيسوتا ، حيث التقى بأم شامليا ، واسمها هو ايرتينيس برانتت ، وأيضاً في منطقة بحيرة الدب الأبيض حيث كان قد التحق بالمدرسة هناك
إذا كان لدى أي شخص معلومات بخصوص المدعو عبد الرحمن عزيز الهزاع، فإن ابنته انتظرت حياتها كلها للاتصال به.
Hello everyone, this post is for Shamelya who is looking for her father, whom she has never met. His name is Abdul Rahman Aziz Alhazza and he is from Riyadh. He was here in the US in 1977 in Minneapolis, Minnesota, where he met Shamelya’s mother, her name is Irtense Parent, and also in White Bear Lake, MN where he attended school.
If anyone has information in regards to Abdul Rahman Aziz Alhazza, his daughter has waited her whole life to contact him.
We received correspondence from Divine Domingo in regards to her father, Hazza Ayesh Al-Rosan from Riyadh. After numerous attempts over the years to get in contact with her father, he has yet to try to contact her at all or acknowledge her as his daughter. This is her story…
Hi,
My name is Divine Domingo and like everyone here, I am also an illegitimate child of a Saudian guy. My father is a Shiek in Saudi Arabia and I just learned that he is also an ambassador of good will (Sounds good right?) .
To make my story short, my mother used to work for him as a maid. According to my mother, my father loved her. Fast forward, my mother got pregnant (it’s me). Once my father knew that my mother was pregnant, he asked my mother to go back to the Philippines (where she lives) and promised her that he will come visit her after 3 months. So many months has passed my father never showed up and when I brought out to the world, my mother keeps sending him my photos and update about me but never get a reply. When I was like 12-14 I can’t remember exactly but I started to have the interest to know my father so we started searching for him. We went to a Saudi embassy in the Philippines and what they did is they just took all the evidence my mom had like photos business cards and never responded to us. Few months ago I tried to find any resources that could link me to my father and o found email and phone number. I called the office and I never get to talk to him. Sent him emails but I never get a reply. Soon I realized and it actually sinked into my heart that my father really abandoned me purposely. He intended to leave me and never cared for me. I had a rough childhood and to think how rich my father is up till now, with all his richness and resources, he could live a good life knowing one of his own blood is out there struggling to make it to life. How could he accept the label “ambassador of goodwill” if can’t do a goodwill to your own blood? What kind of a human being is that?
Now I that I accepted that my father will never recognize me nor ever cared for me, I will stop all the drama and I want the world to know that this guy on the photo, is the worst father I have ever known in my life. I am so disgusted by him and I wish that this letter will get to him. I know he have received all my emails but this time I want the world to know what kind of a person you are.
Mr. Hazza Ayesh Alrosan, This is for you.
Your Neglected Daughter, Divine Domingo
*****UPDATE 2/20/21*****
So, this started when a man by the name of Talal started messaging me in October to help me reach my father. He also said I should get paid based on what happened to me with the condition of getting 10% of what is collected. He seemed to be a very nice and polite person but there are many things about him that I found really suspicious. He never wanted to identify himself and only communicated via text.
He asked me to delete my story online until an agreement was reached so that he has evidence for his sincerity that he is in contact with me. I said I would like to keep my story up until this is done. He said he collected some information about my father and that his company and he said it suffered a huge loss 3 years ago and the court in Riyadh confirmed that the company has financial claims in the millions.
He also said my father told him that he would help me and pay a total amount of $100,000 to walk in the affairs of my life.
Let this sink in.
An important thing I wish to add is while all this was happening, I would occasionally be given information by Saudis who were familiar with my dad’s business and they were all telling me the same thing: that he was worth billions, and had a penchant for purchasing rare expensive camels.
Talal suggested to ACCEPT IMMEDIATELY because the system in Saudi Arabia is never going to help me according to someone he knows.
He said I only have 2 ways:
1. Acceptance of $100,000-$200,000 and this is a sure way.
2. To file a lawsuit against Mr.Hazza, but the judges will consider this a lost case.
I did not agree with the amount and I told him I will file an Alimony case but he said they wont care because Saudi Arabia does not hear such cases (Is that so?)
He said according to what he knows about Saudi companies is that his company suffered heavy losses and some of them have declared bankruptcy and according to what he heard; my father’s company will be among them. For these reasons, he said they are hesitant in the amount that we discussed. I was in doubt about every thing this guy was saying and even tried to get someone else’s help too, but it did not work. So, me and Talal continued the negotiations with my father.
Because of all these stories Talal told me, I ended up agreeing for the amount of $300,000 because they said that’s the best they could do BUT with the CONDITION OF SIGNING AN AGREEMENT. They said this agreement should be signed in the Embassy of Saudi Arabia in the Philippines because of its legal nature. I told him there is a pandemic and I don’t want to travel anywhere. Then they said they would travel here to Canada and sign the agreement in the embassy in Ottawa. So I said ok. But I also told them that now that the technology is so good, why they can’t just send me the settlement through wire transfer and I could hire a lawyer to take care of paperwork or whatever that needs to be taken care of.
This is the draft of the agreement Talal sent me that I should sign before receiving the money. It stated that I should remove any “BADLY INTENDED STATEMENTS” that were uploaded by me “AS THEY ARE FALSE”. They also want me to declare that “I AM NOT HIS DAUGHTER” and “I SHALL NOT FILE A PATERNITY LAWSUIT AGAINST HIM”. Then, if I violate this contract, he will be entitled to take legal action against me, I would have to return the $300,000, AND ON TOP OF THAT, I HAVE TO PAY HIM EXTRA $2,000,000!!!! HAHAHA! This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen in my life
WOW Father! Oh My God! You have neglected me all my life, never provided me anything, no food, no shelter, no education and when you get your chance to finally reach me, you are going to do this to me??? Unbelievable!! He even uses the word “DISTURB” like I am a disturbance to his existence! First and foremost, father, or Mr. Hazza ayesh Alrosan , or هزاع بن عايش الروسان, whatever they call you, I wont be here if you did not made me in the first place! Do you think I wish to have a father like you? Think again.
Anyway, so I told this guy that I am not signing that contract because it is garbage. I told them that they have to modify the agreement. So Talal sends basically the same contract; it says I’m still going to be liable but not for 2 million, this time only 300,000 (so I would have to payback the amount of my settlement).
When I try to translate, there is something in arabic that states: “I will be liable for legal fees if my father tries to sue me” but it is not in the English version. And I asked him why there is a clause like this? And he said “Just in case you break the contract”.
Right then, I knew I don’t have a good feeling about this.
I told them, I will only sign an agreement in English only. I had endured months of them changing the plans at the last minute. After endless broken promises, and then this, I changed the amount to $500,000 and that they will only send my settlement through wire transfer. They offered $400,000 I said no.
Then they said, ok $500,000, English version but they said, they will not send me through wire transfer. They said they want to travel here to Canada and I have to sign the agreement inside the Saudi embassy to make sure of my identity. Hmmm… Knowing what happened to Jamal Khashoggi, I will not go in their Embassy if they could simply just finish this transaction through wire transfer, lawyer could take care of the identity validation. Why would they want me to go in their embassy?? This kind of agreement doesn’t need to be signed in their Embassy. Why? It doesn’t make sense to me. Do they have other plans? I’m sorry but I’m afraid for my safety and I will never meet them anywhere. They started this; they should finish this, but I will not fall for their plan to lure me into something I don’t know. Not at all!!!
And the big question..who is Talal? Why was he sent?
He has never shown himself, I have never talked to him on the phone, and we only communicated via WhatsApp texts. So, is he a good person who only wants to help me and get a 10% of what is collected or did my father send him to me to fix this mess???
The answer is: “I don’t know!!!”
And, lastly, for my father, Mr.Hazza Ayesh Aba Alrous, هزاع بن عايش الروسان Shame on you!!
It seems, though, Mr. Hazza isn’t too poor for his collection of camels:
Today Divine messaged the website and it seems mystery man “Talal” has been identified. Through a reputable source we have come to discover that the man’s name is Talal bin Mujez Allami AlEnzy. Apparently, Talal is a fan of the website and enjoys making threats against women who are looking for their father
First of all…hi! It’s been a few years, and since the site is up and running again ( more on that in a minute ), I figured I would give you all an update on our situation. As of my last writing, my son Joseph was only 3 , and I was scouring everywhere trying to find any kind of medical info I could, from allergies to diseases that run in his lineage. Things looked and felt a little bleak, and I had serious doubts about the future.
Fast forward 5 years, and things couldn’t be more different. Joey is now about to turn 11, and is as healthy as can be. He was diagnosed as being on the autism spectrum upon entering kindergarten, but he has not suffered in the slightest. He is fascinated with temperatures, measurement scales , and all things scientific, as well as learning words in as many languages as possible. He doesn’t seem to care about a lot of the typical things 11 year old boys tend to, but that’s just part of what makes him unique. He is happy, healthy, and growing faster than I can stand.
We moved from Ohio down to sunny Florida in the summer of 2016, and I can tell you with no hesitation, trading in snow for beach sand was the best decision we have ever made. We actually get blue skies down here! Joey misses the cold, but doesn’t complain when he can ride his bike 365 days of the year. You can’t put a price on that.
Shortly after we became former Ohioans, Trump was elected. Not by me or my husband mind you, as neither of us can stand the Cheetoh in Chief, but after 8 years of relative normalcy, it seemed like every leader we had abandoned all pretense of humanity and decided a free for all money grab was what we elected them to do. 3 years into his reign, and all it seemed all Trump was capable of doing was careening between lies while dismantling every safety precaution Obama ever put into place. All that would have been disastrous enough without a plague-like virus descending on the entire human populace, but, alas, here we are. And that kind of brings me to my point. Why did I bring the site back?
It was not an easy decision, to be sure. It was a strain on my time, my family life, and a drain of resources, both personal and financial. But after being cooped up in a state of quarantine / enforced social distancing, I realized how much I craved a return to normalcy. To being able to go outdoors, to parks, to beaches. To have real human interaction beyond my kids asking what time I was making dinner. And, after speaking to some old friends who decided to help me with content and administrative duties, I decided to reopen the site. Because I know the kind of relative discomfort I and others may feel by being isolated is nothing compared to the upheaval my life went through when Joey was born, and his biological father promptly disappeared. I know that kind of hurt, and I take a little comfort in knowing that I can provide A) a little help, B) a place to tell your story and vent if needed, and C) a sense of community, so that people in my situation know that they are not alone. Keep in mind, I started the site originally because of how close to home this issue hit, but that is not the case any more. Joey is in a loving home, with a proud adoptive father, loving older sister, and a mother who would give the world to see him happy. He will never want for anything, nor most likely ever have any need to question what happened to his father. There are lots of children out there, however , who will not be as lucky, and when the time comes, they will deserve answers. If I can help in any way to provide those answers, then I will rest happy. I want to help others that are where I was, because I know not everyone will be as lucky as me, so maybe I can pay a little of my luck forward. I look forward to tomorrow much more than ever before, and will be talking to you again soon.
الي عائلة سلطان عبدالله عسيري ،، / To the Family of Sultan Abdullah Asiri
السلام عليكم
الي عايله سلطان عبدالله عسيري ،،
هدا الابن عار علي هذه العايله. في عام ٢٠٠٩ شهر ٥ كان سلطان يدرس في الجامعه وخلال هده الفتره رزقه الله بمولود وهدا سهل جدا اثباته عن طريق الطب المتقدم والتحاليل. وعندما ولد ابنه يوسف قال انه سوف يتكفل بمصاريفه وسجلاته …الخ. ولكن للاسف لم يوفي بوعده. لان يوسف سوف يكمل ٣ اعوام بعد شهر. في الواقع يوسف بشوش الوجه وطفل جميل ومليئ بالسعاده. سلطان هو من اختار هدا الاسم لابنه ليحمل اسم العايله. وللمعلوميه ان النيه في داخلي ليست طمع في سلطان للزواج به لان هدا سوف يكون ضار علي ابنه يوسف. وانا سالت وطلبت السجلات الصحيه لابني يوسف. وحاولت ان احصل علي هده المعلومات من سلطان ولكن لم استطع. وانا علي استعداد ان اتواصل معاكم في هدا الشآن. الرجاء الاتصال بي
Comment from Sultan to Joseph – تعليق من سلطان الي يوسف
“I was and still suffer from studying and homework..
I wish you a wonderful and enjoyable life, my life is very difficult, and still very difficult, all the decisions that I have made were so difficult, non was simple. But, I love you and I love your mother, and I wish you all a wonderful life.” Written by Sultan Abdullah Asiri
(English Translation)
To the Family of Sultan Abdullah Asiri who reside in Riyadh Saudi Arabia.
This letter is to inform you of the actions of your son Sultan Abdullah Asiri has and still continues to shame your family name. In may 2009 while Sultan was studying at the University Of Findlay, he fathered a son. This can easily be proven with DNA.When Joseph was born he said he would always help financially and he would make available his medical records. To date he has done neither of those things. Joseph will be 3 years old in May, he is a bright wonderful child that is so full of happiness. My beloved husband has chose to raise Joseph as his child and Joseph has taken his last name. Please know my intent is not to marry your son or have him be a father in any way that would be detrimental to the child. I do ask for any medical records that are relevant to my sons health be available. All attempts to get this information from Sultan have been exhausted. I am willing to communicate with you on this matter, Please contact me at http://atomic-temporary-28980739.wpcomstaging.com/
Thank you.
If anyone can help get this letter to Sultan Asiri or his family it would be greatly appreciated as he continues to ignore the mother of his son, pretending that they do not exist.
UPDATE. 11/07/2012
I have learned so much in the past year, the ups and downs have been enough to try anyone’s patience but through all the hardships I have found the most amazing people. They have been my saving grace during this difficult time. The family we have created and the bonds we share will last a lifetime.
Our numbers seem to keep growing and yet the Saudi Govt. is yet to take any action in disciplining their own people when they study abroad. The young and old men in our website still continue to live their life as if they were proper Muslim men marring virgin wives. The word whore is often used to describe the women effected. Family’s of these men ( Sultan Asiri’s family as well) when they are informed about their sons behaviour have a reaction that baffles us in the west. Pretending the problem does not exist seems to be the way some Saudis deal with a problem that is staring them in the face.
The majority of the women and adult children are Muslim and are raising their children alone. My dilemma there is with my own son is the fact that my sons father uses Islam as his excuse for his neglect and total abandonment of his son. How as a mother can I raise my son Muslim when his own father says that is why he hates his son? Why would I raise my son to ever believe that actions like that are acceptable because he is a male muslim? How can he pray to Allah and beg him to know his father while his father is praying that he never has to hear the name Joseph Martin or Jenniffer ever again. My son deserves better than that.
A Note To Sultan Abdullah Asiri.
Sultan,
I try to think back to a time when you and I were inseparable, up all night just talking about anything and everything that would pop in our heads. Hanging out with Fahad, Falah, and Tareq laughing so hard we thought we would die. You were in love with me and I you.
When I became pregnant you insisted I kill our child if I wanted to keep you you then showed me how important I truly was by sleeping with every girl you met and telling them you never knew me and you have no children. In the beginning people believed your lies and tall tales……then they get a look at your son and they all immediately know that you were a stone cold liar. Your defence was so unoriginal and comical….”o ya I know her she is crazy she says every saudi is the dad” REALLY??? First off look in a mirror and you will see what Saudi is the daddy. Second you KNOW you were the only man I was intimate with!! I was madly in love with you. I remember a time you lost your scholarship and were broke and homeless, I was struggling to put food on the table for my children and I took you into my home paid your bills washed your clothes and fed you. How is the favour repaid? You get your scholarship back after 8 months of living off me and my family and you go out and spend 3,000 dollars on a big screen tv for your new party pad while I have to get on welfare just to feed and clothe our son. I begged you for 10 dollars for diaper s and you flew into a rage saying you whore you only got pregnant so you can have my money, I tell you what let me send you a bill of money spent on Joseph thus far and see if the thousands of dollars I spent and the 0$ you gave seem logical at all.
When I created the website I hadn’t heard from you in months, when you found out about the website you broke into my house and hacked my computer with a key-logger and stole Joseph birth record. I had often wondered why you stole Josephs birth record? A few weeks ago I got my answer when you sent me the e mail with a picture of Josephs birth record saying I am a liar because your name was not on the birth record and my husbands name was put on file as his father. Sultan you know why I didn’t want your name on his birth record.
Now I can explain to the readers as to why.
I didn’t want Sultans name on the official birth record first and foremost he threatened if I did he would kidnap Joseph and I would never see him again (RED FLAG) With all the international child custody horror stories out there I refuse to ever give him access to my son when he is threatening to take him if I put his name on file or tell anyone that he is the father. Then there is the issue that Sultan did not want anything to do with his son, why on earth would I put his name down….Sultan does not deserve the honour of being listed as a father he is clearly not father or husband material. When I was presented with the fact that my husband could adopt Joseph and be put on his birth record I jumped on it. My husband who wants to be a father and loves every second he spends with his little arab prince deserved to adopt Joseph and be legally considered his FATHER. The safety and well-being of my son is to important to have a mad man listed as his dad. The day is coming where Sultan will be forced to do a DNA test and no amount of scheming lying and hiding will help. I look forward to the day I can post the results.
Just by some small miracle you are secretly wondering about how Joseph is doing in past couple of years……
Sultan he is still so short….he is going to have a little man complex….sound familiar?
His favourite colour is green and he loves to watch Yo-Gabba_Gabba & Pocoyo.
He loves spaghetti and pizza and can eat as much as a grown man. Sleeping with his blue blanket and pillow I made him for Christmas is a funny event every night. You would be so proud of how smart he is he can count all the way to a thousand and knows how to count by two’s threes excreta. Scary smart!! He loves to sing and dance to every day often on the black coffee table you left in my house. The sensitivity to clothes you had as a boy he shares, nothing scratchy on him or he will just strip all his clothes off ..even in public 🙂
Joseph is the poster child for cuteness. I do feel bad that you will never know what a light he is in this dark world. You will never know what it feels like to feel the world crashing down on you and have those small hands wrap around you in a hug and seeing the eyes of an angel looking back at you while he smothers you in kisses making all the troubles melt away. You have no idea what you have lost, the feeling of happiness you always wanted are not wasted on Matt, who is teaching Joey to be a little man. We get to see the child you refuse to and you have nothing to show of your life. I hope you will contact me about Joseph. Open your heart to the one person in your entire life who will want to know about you. He is your son…..please don’t have hate in your soul for an innocent child who did nothing wrong but have us as his parents.
Saudi Children Left Behind 