mr-wolfenstein

[mr-wolfenstein]

COLD WAR II: FINAL WARNING

This wasn’t bullets—it was psychological warfare. Stress as the weapon. He thought he was the boss? Wrong. I’m the one who ends men like him.

I’ve buried enemies before. This? Just another corpse in the making. Saw right through his weak moves. Toyed with him just to watch him crack—wanted him to slip up so I could stomp him into the dirt.

Lit the fuse and let him explode. Words? Yeah, I weaponize them. Drove him straight into madness��easy.

Truth is, I don’t want enemies. Came here for peace. But him? He’s earned annihilation. And I’ll take pleasure in wiping him off the board so I can finally breathe clean air.

Gave him chances. Turns out? He’s the lowest scum I’ve ever dealt with.

Now it’s official—court’s in session. Time to mop the floor with his pathetic existence. Pray hard, because the trap’s already sprung.

Lower your flag. Surrender now. Monday? That’s when your reckoning arrives.

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اولا ما شاء الله عليك الله أكبر أكيد ربنا يحفظك ويزيدك بس هو أنت طول عمرك كده الشخص اللي أنت عليه حاليا دايما تسعى وتحاول تكون أحسن نسخة من نفسك ولا ده جه بعد شويه صدمات وإدراك؟

الله يعزك امين واياك يارب

الاتنين يا انون.....

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Legendary... And Unfinished.

Yesterday’s fight was just the opening act. I knew there’d be a second round. I walked into the snake’s den with my eyes wide open—every step calculated, every move lethal.

This isn’t my first war. I’ve been fighting these battles longer than these clowns have been alive. Abdulhakim doubted me, whispering to Ali, "Mr. V isn’t gonna survive this."

Wrong.

Ali knew better. "Mr. V looks quiet, but he’s gonna rip them apart."

Today, I uncovered a conspiracy—a pathetic little trap set for me. So I played along. Let them think they had me cornered. And then? I sprung my own trap. Wrapped them all up in their own lies, tied the noose tight, and handed them the rope.

I reported every last one of them. Now? They’re finished.

The best part? They never saw it coming. Never expected me to be out there, inspecting under the scorching sun at the hottest hour of the day. "No one works at this time," they thought.

Fools.

I do my job regardless. I don’t break. I don’t bend.

And the funniest part? After last night’s battle, they came crawling, begging for mercy. Pathetic. If I were them, I’d have taken the loss like a man—not groveled like a whipped dog.

Another fight won. Another war I didn’t ask for. I walked away not because I had to, but because I chose peace over bloodshed.

But let’s be real—no one wins every battle. And for the ones I lose? May Allah have mercy on me.

This place? This soulless desert of backstabbers and snakes? I hate it.

I Want To Go Home

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how did the interview go in ramadan?

That was long ago,...

I was accepted, and I'm ADNOC Approved since that moment...

Thanks for Asking

[mr-wolfenstein]

Sharp Claws... Unleashed.

It’s been too long since I’ve carved anyone up with my claws. Too long since I let them taste what happens when they mistake silence for weakness.

When I walked away from Petrojet, I thought the sky would collapse. Turns out, it was just a goddamn job. I left because I refused to let that place consume me—refused to let my life be swallowed whole by the grind.

Now, at this new company, there’s a hollowness. Like quitting an addiction and still craving the poison. Petrojet was a toxic ex—abusive, draining, suffocating—and part of me still misses the fight.

But I woke the hell up. Realized I have a life. That I can breathe, walk, exist without the weight of that place crushing me. That job wasn’t just stealing my time—it was eating me alive.

Then came him. Some middle-management mutt who mistook my calm for submission. Thought my silence was fear. Stood there, barking at me like I’d cower, like I’d tremble just because he had a fancy title and I was the "new engineer."

Big mistake.

He had no idea what was coming. No clue that beneath the quiet, my claws were itching for a fight. I tore into him—professionally, unprofessionally, brutally. Left him stunned, scrambling, bleeding from words sharper than he ever saw coming.

I could’ve gone harder. Could’ve let him really feel the rage of every day I ever swallowed down. But I didn’t. Not because I couldn’t—because I didn’t care enough to.

And yet, the whispers started. Colleagues calling me a "superhero" because no one had ever shut him down before. Pathetic. All I did was reply. If I’d really wanted to gut him, there’d be nothing left but scraps.

In the end? Just another garbage Monday. Another wasted fight. And through it all, one truth burns hotter than the rest:

I Miss Home.

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Everyday's Misery...

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Did I cross the Line?

Brave young men fall too...

Once you do this, there's no turning back. the door seals shut behind you—irrevocably, mercilessly. I didn't listen, I escaped cause I didn't feel valued anymore...

When I left, I thought that I would find the Peace Of Mind I always desired. Turned out to be the most scariest moments in my life.

I face the whole world everyday. I carry the burdens of doubt every single time. I hate these WHAT IFS? what if everything fails? what if I mess everything up? what if I can't have the peace of mind again?

I miss Home So Much.....

I miss these old fragments of Peace I used to enjoy. It has been like 63 days in UAE and I have not felt the slightest glimpses of peace, and since I left I felt these Cruel Loneliness That's eating me from the inside out. I keep asking myself " What Peace Used to Feel?"

When I go to sleep I get these panic attacks of these responsibilities dragging me down, bending my spine until I kneel beneath their weight.

Do you recollect this one peaceful moment in the back of your mind Mr. V? The Truth is No....

What if I didn't resign at all? I guess there's really no coming back from this. I feel like I'm burning Alive.....

I miss Home So Mush....

My hands shake as I write this, but no air comes—just the same crushing weight. Again, it's just me... alone... against everything. I've done this before, stood in the fire and fought. But now?

I'm petrified

[mr-wolfenstein]

وحشتني

???

[mr-wolfenstein]

You okay?

Nahhh,...

[mr-wolfenstein]

Today's Misery...

[mr-wolfenstein]

يعطيك الف عافيه اولاً

ثانياً انت عايش فين ؟ او شغال فين

ثالثاً ازاي قدرت تطور الانجلش بتاعك وتنصح الي عايز يطور يعمل ايه

شكراً علي وقتك ورد لما تبقي فاضي :)))

الله يعزك و يباركلك

انا حاليا موجود بالموقع و هو Habshan Oilfield و ده موجود ف الامارات.

انا ماخدتش كورسات ولا حفظت كلمات الموضوع جه معايا اني بتعامل مع اجانب كتير و بقرا English كتير بس.

العفو اتمني اقدر اساعدك

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This is the most scariest fog I have ever seen....

I think this is the most closest scene to how I feel toward each step in my life....

I'm so glad I took these pictures..

[mr-wolfenstein]

Morning with the GPT

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[mr-wolfenstein]

Act V

It's about to be Legendary...

To this new Act Of Survival...

النهاردة كان يوم اجازة من الشغل. ابتديت اني صحيت بدري و صليت. و جزء مهم من الرحلة هو الهدوء. الصمت اللي بتلاقي فيها رزانة حقيقة في التفكير. للاسف المسؤليات الكتير كانت بتحرم الواحد من هدوء يقدر من خلاله انه يرتب حجات كتير او يحس انه يقدر Just Breathe.

قررت من النهاردة اكل Healthy, قررت اني حتي لو تعبان هكمل. قررت اني هفضل اعافر. انا حقيقي لازم الاقي وسيلة جديدة عشان انا شخص مسؤل ولازم الاقي طريقة ا Cover بيها مسؤلياتي.

كان عندي كام Screenshot من البلوج القديم. البلوج اللي كان فيه اجمل رحلة سعي في حياتي. قعدت اقرا ال screens و انا حقيقي مفتقد جزء كبير من الرحلة دي. كنت اتمني اقدر الاقي البلوج ده بس للاسف مفيش اي Remains منه.

حتي الاشخاص اللي كانوا اصدقاء ليا خلال السعي ده اختفوا بلا رجعة.

النهاردة الساعة في مصر اتقدمت وده حقيقي شيء جميل عشان كدا فرق بيني وبين مصر بقي ساعة واحده.

النهاردة و انا بجري زميلي ف الغرفة بيقولي متضغطي علي نفسك اجري حاجه بسيطة. مرديتش عليه بس كل اللي كان عندي ليه هو اني

I need to break my body before it breaks me.

و انا بجري انا جسمي كله اصلا بيوجعني من امبارح. بس اللي هو انا مينفعش اخلي الالم ده يوقفني. انا عانيت الام اكبر من كدا بكتير. و مينفعش استكين لاي الم و استسلم تاني ابدا.

بكلم مصطفي ف التليفون بيتصل يطمن عليا. ف بيسالني عملت ايه ف الانترفيو بتاع ال Approval بقوله والله لسا ال Approval Letter و اصلني امبارح. قالي مبروك. بقوله الله يبارك فيك. بيقولي ايه الدنيا كانت سهلة. قولتله لا خالص. الراجل سالني اسئلة بسيطه كنت عارفها و رديت فيها و الباقي كنت اول مره اسمعه ف كنت بفكر و ارد مكنتش برد علي طول. وده كان مخليني مش راضي عن نفسي. مصطفي قالي ما شاء الله وبعد كدا قالي انت يا V دايما بتحسس الواحده انه مقصر اوي. قولتله ليه. قالي انت متخيل معني انك تدخل انترفيو في حاجه مشتغلتهاش و تفكر و تجاوب صح دي قليلة. قولتله بس مش كبيره اوي يعني هي توفيق ربنا ودعاء مش اكتر انا بدون ربنا ولا شيء.

الفتره دي محتاج نستعين بالله جدا. استعين به و استحضره و اتمسك بيه. و اواجه بيه ايامي القاسية الجاية. و هو معايا كدا كدا يسمع ويري.

النهاردة يوم كويس. بس لسا الاداء هيتطور اكتر من كدا في المذاكرة.

To Be Continued Wolfly...

Mr. V

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Just wanted to let you know I’m proud of your progress. I’m sure this comment adds nothing to your journey, but reading about it and watching you rise back up is inspiring. Keep wolfing, wolfy!

Thank you so much for your words. It did motivate me. I'm flattered.

Only through Actions, we can move forward.

Thanks A lot.

Wolfy..

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Revolutionary...

We're back in business, but this time, we are fighting for our self redemption.

Let's rebuild wisely more wolfy this time....

[mr-wolfenstein]

Act V

It's Time For a Revolution...

عدي علي اخر مرة حسيت بيها ان كل العوالم بتاعتي At Risk وقت طويل جدا. بقالي فتره طويلة جدا في Comfort Zone و علي قد ما كانت مريحة علي قد ما كانت Toxic.

من كام يوم كدا كان الوقت المناسب ان الواحد ي Resign و دي للحقيقة كانت The Scariest Jump I ever Made.. I feel Petrified...

الحقيقة ان كل ال Systems بتاعتي at Survival Mode... و زي كل حاجه فيها Alarm في ال Phase بتاعت System Break Down....

بقول لنفسي It's not a step down. دي Step Forward. ممكن السبيل الوحيد للاحسن اني اتخلص من ال Toxic Comfort Zone اللي قتلت جوايا Warrior Spirits كانت لسها قادرة ت Fight More...

من هول الصدمة وانا في حالة Break Down. و كمية ال Let down words اللي سمعتها كانت مؤذية بشكل بشع.

How Does it feel to know, that I don't care and I choose to rise.

خرجت اجري النهاردة بعد فتره من استيعاب الصدمة اني ب Fall down..

Agony consumed me—every fiber of my being screamed in torment. My heart was a furnace, searing my chest with each ragged beat.

My legs trembled, brittle as glass, on the verge of shattering beneath the weight of my own resolve. Each breath was a battle, my lungs collapsing, too frail to carry me even five more steps.

Even my kidneys burned, as if scorched from within by some merciless flame.

I was drowning in pain, a writhing thing begging for respite—just a moment to gasp, to still the fire. But then, the crushing truth: there would be no mercy.

Life does not pause for suffering. It drags you forward, bleeding and broken, and if you falter now, you will not survive what comes next.

So I moved. I burned. I endured.

Discipline—not hope, not courage—was my only salvation. The iron will to press on when every instinct screamed to collapse.

Consistency—the relentless march forward, even as the world inside me crumbled.

This is not perseverance. This is revolution. The old self must die in flames so the new may rise from the ashes.

The past must be torn down, shattered, so something stronger can be built in its place.

No more weakness. No surrender. Only fire. Only will.

The reign of pain ends now.