“I Survived the System — But Barely”

There are mornings when the sunlight feels heavy, when each breath reminds me of the years stolen by false criminal harassment complaint in slander, libel, bad faith malice by Dr. Sabina Ashraf Parimoo accusations “utter of threat to cut her legs along with her husband” just to beat CPSO discrimination complaint and procedural cruelty in court without evidence where I was treated nothing less than animal in Superior Court of Justice Ontario where no human should have to pay costs for flawed opinions on misstatements of opposing party lawyer Mr. Peter Gordon Leigh who is aiding his client in criminal conduct and Superior Court of Justice allowed this to happen against me which I find worst abuse in my life, more worst than child abuse.

Since the false police complaint by Dr. Parimoo, I lived under constant threat — my name twisted, my intentions misread, my humanity dismissed.

This is not just a legal story; it is a human story. It’s about what happens when a single malicious act and a system’s indifference collide, and Court knew what all was going on and they allowed it. They knew I was criminally defamed, they knew abuse was taking place against a disabled human being.

⚖ When Truth Became My Crime:

It began with a malicious false Peel Regional Police complaint by Dr. Sabina Parimoo — words weaponized to destroy, not to seek truth.

Those lies sparked CPSO discrimination complaint for refused medical appointment in bad faith to Ayesha Amin, which was authorized by Mr. Tariq Kantroo the husband, a false criminal defamation police complaint, and defamation action against me, court filings and procedural abuse of misstatements and sleepless nights.

As the case expanded, so did the procedural abuse: motions filed without notice, affidavits built on fiction, judges overlooking my evidence because I was self-represented, minority immigrant, my religion, and my where I am from my background.

Every time I spoke the truth in court, the silence in the courtroom grew louder. I was not allowed to speak and was talked over by the judge when I spoke over and over again.

💔 The Invisible Wounds:

People see me running my restaurants, smiling for customers. They think I’m fine.

What they don’t see are the nights when anxiety keeps me awake or the mornings when courage feels like an act of survival.

I live each day knowing that one person’s malice almost erased my existence.

I’ve stood on the edge of despair — but every time, I’ve chosen life, truth, and faith in a higher justice.

🔥 The System Failed Me — But It Didn’t Kill Me:

I will not pretend the system was fair. It wasn’t. Superior Court is dispute centre it is abuse centre our government created. Every day was abuse for me to fighting malicious proceeding which was book of misstatements.

I saw evidence suppressed, lies rewarded, and arrogance celebrated. This is our Ontario system created to protect the elite rich.

But I also discovered something stronger than their bias — resilience.

I realized that survival itself is protest.

That standing tall after humiliation is victory.

That every document I file, every word I write, is a declaration: You cannot erase me.

🌍 Why I Write:

I write for those who’ve been silenced.

For every self-represented person who’s been mocked for defending their own case.

For anyone who’s faced institutional bullying dressed up as “procedure.”

No human being should endure what I did — to be dragged through falsehoods, left without protection, and gaslighted by the very system that claims to protect fairness.

Justice is not a privilege for the powerful; it’s a right for all.

And until that becomes reality, I will keep fighting.

✊ I Am Still Here:

Yes, I have scars.

Yes, I have fear.

But I also have purpose — to expose injustice, to demand accountability, and to build Self Rep, a platform where every voice matters.

They tried to bury me in paperwork, prejudice, and lies.

But they forgot one thing: I am the seed.

And no matter how dark it gets, I will keep rising.