r/TunisianDiaspora

I'm a cool, respectful boy student looking for a individual room with students

In tunis (laffayette,passage, centre ville...)

Contact me in dm

i hate asking for this but im in a really difficult situation today

im not really sure how to explain this without sounding weird but im in a bad situation financially right now

i have a 50 dt debt that i need to deal with today and i genuinely dont have the money for it

i already tried the people i could think of and i dont have anything i can sell right now so im basically out of options

i know nobody online owes me anything and i understand why people would be suspicious of a post like this

if anyone is able to help with a temporary 50 dt loan i would really appreciate it and i can explain the situation and repayment details honestly to anyone who asks

if this isnt allowed here i understand and the mods can remove it

im just trying one last option because im honestly pretty stressed right now

thank you for reading

Today I took an Uber and the driver was a guy from Burkina Faso.

For the first few minutes I was talking to my family on the phone in Tunisian Arabic. When I hung up, he asked me:

«I'm a little familiar with Arabic. Are you from Algeria?»

I said no, Tunisia.

He went quiet for a weird moment. My first thought was that maybe he had been to Tunisia and had a bad experience, so I tried to break the awkwardness. I told him that I know things aren't going well in Tunisia and that some politicians have made things crazy, and that I was personally sorry if he had ever been mistreated by Tunisians.

He said, "No, it's not me. You just reminded me of my brother."

And then he told me his story.

His brother was a very practicing Muslim. He went to Tunisia hoping to cross the Mediterranean and reach Italy, like many West Africans who don't have many legal ways to get to Europe.

He lasted less than a month in Tunisia before begging his family to buy him a ticket home.

The driver told me he isn't doing well mentally since then. He barely leaves his room and apparently says only a few words.

One of the things he keeps saying is:

«There is no God.»

The driver was completely heartbroken talking about it.

Maybe his brother experienced things that destroyed his faith. Maybe he saw people doing terrible things and felt that nobody was being held accountable, and it made him question whether there could be any justice or God at all.

What hit me the hardest was that he wasn't angry at me. He wasn't offensive. He wasn't trying to make some political point. He was just telling me about his brother, and you could see how much it hurt him.

And honestly, I felt embarrassed.

Not because I personally did anything to him, but because hearing someone tell you that their brother came to your country with faith and hope and left so traumatized that he stopped believing in God is just... fucking heavy.

I don't know what happened to his brother, and I don't want to pretend I know the whole story. But I can't stop thinking about that conversation.

Sometimes you hear about migration as statistics, boats, borders and numbers. Then suddenly you're sitting in the back of an Uber listening to an actual person tell you what happened to his family.

And it hits very differently.

ta3rif chkoun 9addem 3liha w rbi7ha ?? na7ki sné wala il 3am ili fét ?