u/unknown781011

Hey everyone,
I’m currently looking for jobs in the UK or US and I’m not really sure where to start as an international applicant.
I’m looking for companies that are open to hiring people from outside the country and, ideally, can help with visa sponsorship.
If anyone has experience with this, I’d really appreciate any tips on where to look, which websites or companies are worth checking, and how you guys went about it.
Thanks!

قولو لي قصص عن كفاحكم ووصولكم لحياتكم اللي تبونها
احتاج اسمع لاني باكثر لحظة منهاره فيها واحتاج something to motivate me

ليش صعب على الاهالي يتقبلون رغبات ابنائهم ؟ ليش العادات والتقاليد والحياة الخارجيه اهم من مشاعرنا؟ ٨ شهور عايشه زي الجثه
ابكي كل يوم
متضايقه وبنجن من الضيقه لاني مغصوبه اتزوج ونهاية هالغصيبه بدأت اخطط للاستقلال النهائي عنهم
ماعاد اقدر اتحمل العيشه معهم ولا حتى اتحمل اناظرهم ولا اقدر اتحمل البيت
خطتي قاعده تاذيني لاني اعرف انه بينتهي فيني المطاف بلا تواصل معهم اشعر كأن كل الدنيا فوق صدري واحس باذى فضيع بسببهم احس ابي اموت احيانا
بس محد يفهمني ولا احد يسمعني
طول عمرهم يعاملوني باسوء معامله ولما غصبوني وتمت الملكه صارو يعاملوني كويس وصرت احس بنجن اكثر منهم

Hey everyone,
I just wanted to vent a little about what the last six months have been like for me.
One thing I’ve learned is that life can completely change in ways you never imagined.
I grew up in a place where traditions and what people think matter more than the people themselves. As long as the neighbors don’t talk, everything is considered “fine.” Whether I’m actually happy or not has never seemed to matter much.
I’ve watched so many of my dreams disappear right in front of me.
I was really good at basketball. I even got recommended by my academy to coach two different teams. Both teams made it to the finals and won. The only reason I was able to do any of that was because I lied. I’d tell my family I had work or a course, because if they knew the truth, they would’ve stopped me.
I also loved programming, computers, and building things, but I barely had the chance to join anything because… I’m a girl.
I kept trying to reach the life I wanted, but there’s only so much you can do when every step depends on whether your excuse works.
I had to leave a career I genuinely loved because I was pushed into becoming a teacher.
I was actually a good teacher. My students loved me, and I’m grateful for that. But I never felt like that was who I was.
Every single day felt like fighting a silent battle just to stay connected to the person I wanted to become.
I also spent years trying to improve my relationship with my mom. I won’t deny that she helped me in many ways, and I’m thankful for those moments.
But then came forced marriage.
I said no. Over and over.
There are so many reasons why I don’t want to get married, but the biggest one is that I’m simply not mentally able to handle it.
Nobody listened.
Everyone kept pushing.
Every person I turned to for help either couldn’t or wouldn’t do anything.
It felt like every dream I had was dying.
Eventually I started believing that maybe… I just don’t belong here.
If I stayed any longer, I honestly felt like I’d either lose my mind or become a body with no soul left.
The hardest part wasn’t leaving.
The hardest part was realizing that leaving probably meant losing my family forever.
Where I come from, choosing your own life can mean they never accept you again.
Even if all you’re doing is chasing your dreams.
Every time I looked at my mom, my heart hurt because I knew there might come a day when we’d never speak again.
Part of me still wonders if she could’ve done something… and why she didn’t.
Depression completely changed me.
I spent days locked in my room.
I’d wear the same clothes over and over without washing them.
There were dirty dishes, food, and cups everywhere.
The funny thing is, I used to be obsessed with keeping everything clean.
Nobody really noticed how much I was falling apart.
It made me feel like other people’s opinions mattered more than their own daughter.
Things are finally starting to get better because I’m working on leaving for good.
Living there is destroying me.
If there’s one thing I want parents to understand, it’s this:
Please don’t push your children to the point where they’d rather spend the rest of their lives without you than continue living under your control.
Sometimes leaving isn’t because they stopped loving you.
Sometimes it’s because staying is slowly killing them.

I forgot the combination to my suitcase lock, and my passport is inside. What’s the best way to open it?

I’m 24, and I’m living in a place where someone like me -a lesbian - isn’t accepted. But honestly, that’s not even the biggest thing crushing me right now. What’s destroying me is that my family is forcing me into an arranged marriage. I’ve been with a girl for six years. She’s not just my partner she’s the one person who has ever made me feel seen, safe, and understood.

Since I was a kid, I knew that one day I would have to leave my home to survive. Not because I don’t love my family, but because staying means losing myself completely. And now that moment is here, and I feel like I’m drowning.

My family is pushing this marriage on me like it’s nothing. Like my life, my heart, my identity don’t matter. I even reached out to the guy they chose. I told him the truth that I’m being forced. And he told me he feels trapped too, stuck under the weight of family expectations and “men’s honor.” We’re both caught in something neither of us chose.

My mental health is falling apart. I panic out of nowhere. I get dizzy. I can’t sleep unless I take pills. I feel like I’m living in my own body but not in my own life.

And now I’m seriously thinking about leaving home. Not as a threat, not as a dramatic moment but as a real, necessary step to save myself. I’m ready to walk away, even if it means losing contact with my family. But the only thing stopping me is my mother. I don’t want her to wake up one morning and find me gone. I don’t want to break her heart. I want her to know, gently, quietly, that I’m leaving. But I’m terrified that if I tell her, she’ll try to stop me or tell the rest of the family.
I’m exhausted. I’m scared. I feel like I’m running out of time and options.
I just need to know how to leave in a way that keeps me safe, without destroying my mother, and without putting myself in danger of being forced to stay.

انا افكر استقل عن بيت اهلي لاسباب كثير ماراح ادخل بالتفاصيل ولك البيئه سيئه بشكل لا يطاق
مد اليد شي طبيعي ووارد داخل البيت ويستغربون لو ما صار
صراخ واهانات يومياً ويمنعونك من اقل الاشياء اللي لك حق فيها
عموماً انا مصممه اخرج لراحتي النفسيه والعقليه لاني للاسف صرت ما انام الا بمهدئات ونوبات الهلع فضيعه اعصابي مشدوده انفي يصب دم طول الوقت احيانا ما اقدر احرك يدي اليسار للاسف مستواي نزل بحياتي العمليه وعلاقاتي بدت تخف بسبب اني صرت نفسيا غير مرغوبه مع اللي حولي لاني طول الوقت كئيبه
راجعت بكل المستشفيات بحثاً عن حل ولكن ما اقدر اتعايش مع بيئه قاعده تدعس علي
قدمت ابتعاث وبانتظار القبول وبيكون سبب رائع اني اطلع عشانه - رغم انهم ١٠٠٪؜ بيرفضونه ولكن باخذه حجه اهرب فيها منهم - ولكن لو ماجاني الابتعاث
كيف اطلع من هذي البيئه؟ ارجوكم احتاج حل قاعده افقد عقلي