Between the covers of this book, I try to write my true trage-
dy at San Jose University and the most ferocious events, spe-
cifically from October 2023 ,1, until today. I depict how the
forces of evil allied, joined forces, and wrapped around me
like the arms of an octopus wrapping around its prey to
devour it. I also embody the extent of my suffering that
melted in the crucible of injustice, where there are mali-
cious machinations, satanic tricks, and administrative cor-
ruption. For example, they made legal fallacies, suspended
my salary, deprived me of health insurance, let university
employees manipulate me, took arbitrary measures against
me, constantly persecuted me, and tried to get rid of me
without human motive for racist reasons that no human
mind can imagine. They would harm my dignity as an Ameri-
can citizen. They also work to destroy the societal value
system as a whole. All this and more is detailed within the
pages of this book.
I became at the end of my rope after my rights were lost, my reputation was
tarnished, and my financial and social situation was weak when my ex-wife
seized the opportunity to open two accounts at Wells Fargo Bank without my
knowledge in 2012. Moreover, in collaboration with a bank employee, she
forged my signature during my illness and heart transplant in July 2016. My
ex-wife kept withdrawing large sums of money from those accounts. After
discovering the two accounts in 2018, they were closed. As a result, this
matter left a bad reputation in my financial situation and significantly
harmed me. Due to this, I fell into significant problems, including being de-
prived of financial transactions with the bank and being refused any re-
quests I submitted.
Moreover, funding sources stopped, and many of my projects stopped with
them. My request to open an account for my publishing house was denied de-
spite having all the necessary legal papers. Then, I submitted complaints to
the bank to investigate the matter, primarily related to the crime of forging
my signature. Still, the case has not been decided so far, and my complaint
has not been answered nor investigated as if I were screaming in a desert
where no one responded to my call or felt my suffering. The ugliest thing is
the inhumane treatment that the bank employees at Wells Fargo used to deal
with me. The bank took arbitrary measures against me and my commercial
accounts and regularly disbursed vast sums of money to several institutions
without my consent. The bank deliberately spent vast sums of money on my
ex-wife, who withdrew my savings and money without my permission and
knowledge, not to mention the mistreatment by the bank employees.
The first six months of living in the apartment were passed peacefully with-
out any disturbances. However, after a while, I faced many problems when I
moved to a new apartment. I met issues with the apartment owner due to
negligence and delays in maintenance dates, which led to huge losses and
damage to my stock of food inside the freezer for more than three months,
which increased my financial burden. Moreover, the people there could have
been more cooperative. They refused to carry my things or purchases into
the apartment because it was on the second floor. Not to mention the racist
behavior against me in emails and correspondence, as if there was an organi-
zation or paid people behind it.
To make matters worse, they sent me a petition from their attorney demand-
ing 420$ in fees, which I had nothing to do with. I called my attorney for
twenty minutes of legal advice over the phone for 110$. He advised me to pay
the amount and that there was no need for problems because I would not be
able to buy or rent a house if I did not pay. The amount has now reached one
thousand dollars, in addition to the losses resulting from neglect of mainte-
nance, estimated at five hundred dollars. It cost me over 1200$. The apart-
ment rent is about three thousand dollars per month. You paid it on time. I
have the case number filed against them at the police station because the
apartment affected my health. Moreover, I asked them to repair it at my own
expense. Still, they refused, and no one listened to me, so I decided to leave
this place if I received all my dues in total and had an official certificate from
them guaranteeing my residence in an apartment unsuitable for human
living.
My tragedy at San Jose University began when I was invited to
attend an interview for my university appointment in July 2002.
During that time, I met a university professor called Gilda Pour,
who was of Iranian origin and was working at the university. She
begged me not to accept the university’s offer to work there. Un-
fortunately, I did not take her advice, and I received the letter of
appointment after the university dean assured me everything
would be fine. I met many Silicon Valley scientific groups encour-
aging me to live in the area. Then, I returned to my office at Lin-
coln University and received a phone call from a university facul-
ty member who spoke to me rudely and told me there was no
place for me at the university. What a bad start! I immediately
called the dean, who asked me not to worry, but after I returned
to the university, I was surprised that he had left after a short
period. This book includes many examples of ill-treatment by
some university faculty members, except for one or two people
who treated me kindly and one of whom arranged a convenient
place to stay at the beginning of my stay in San Jose.