Born in Arbil, Kurdistan, in 1995. Jozef was the fifth of 12 children born to his father, Alibaba Mehmet. As a father, Alibaba was very strict, insisting that all of his children live in the same house under one roof, so that he could monitor a rigid religious and moral code. He treated his children, especially the boys, as if they were adults. He demanded that they become self-sufficient at a young age. Jozef, however, barely came to know his father before his parents separated. After his family split, Jozef's mother took him to live with her new husband, Muhammad al-Fasaad. His mother's and her newfound husband had three children together, and Jozef spent most of his childhood caring for his half-siblings and attending school.
At the age of 13, Jozef was recognized as an outstanding student. Due to this, he received an invitation to join a small islamic study. His mother was told Jozef could earn extra credit, and promised that he'd memorize the entire Quran, a prestigious accomplishment. The group quickly lost its original focus and instead the students received education in some of the principles of violent jihad. The teacher who led the study group taught the children the importance of a pure, islamic state. Their teacher explained that the most loyal observers of Islam would institute the holy word, even if it meant death and destruction.
Jozef knew killing in the name of Allah was wrong, and disrespectful to both the Prophet and God. And so he sought to leave that life behind him. Forced to grow up quickly, Jozef, a fifteen year old boy set out to reach his cousins who had found refuge in Sweden a few years back. Unfortunately the process was not as simple as he had thought and he ended up on the streets of Arbil, Kurdistan. A young man forced to fend for himself on the streets of a country where if caught stealing you'd lose your hands, was not something Jozef was looking forward to. He made his way out of the province to see if his father would take him in, Jozef was met with nothing but lectures and slaps for the disapointment he had caused by leaving school.
After two weeks of stealing bread and berries from the local markets he knew he could not go on like this. He sat in the gutter, surrounded by rats and shit, and contemplated suicide. Thinking that he would never make it out of the country that he had come to despise, life seemed meaningless. He even thought about going back to the study group, but the fear of being made an example of was enough to halt him.
By a stroke of luck he found a large group of young men planning to migrate into Europe to reap the benefits of welfare. Pretending to share their beliefs, both religious and moral, they crossed the turkish border and journeyed to the Black Sea, where they crossed by boat. A grueling month-long journey from the shore of Ukraine, through Poland, Germany and Denmark, finally landed him in Sweden.
Once he had arrived in Sweden, he was given a bed in a large refugee camp with hundreds of other broken young men. After spending a few months in the camp, he was placed in a foster home where an elderly couple would become his guardians. Jozef felt safe for the first time in over a year, although he couldn't relate to his new parents, he still liked them very much. He went to a special kind of school where he studied the language. In his free time he explored his new country, he visited landmarks and historical places, even churches, which he had never seen back in Kurdistan.
Hanging around the youth clubs he made plenty of friends who spoke both Arabic and Swedish. Spending time with his new friends, he was introduced to the criminal side of Sweden. How easy it was to make extreme amounts of money surprised him. Jozef was given a cellphone and a bag full of drugs, every time he got a text all he had to do was set up a meet and give them some drugs. It was the easiest money he had ever made and the power of money allowed him to buy all the things he never had; cellphones, clothes, shoes and expensive watches.
Making money became an addiction, and with money came violence. Junkies starting owing him more and more, he had to do something about it or he would be the one to pay for all of their debt. Pursuing debt was a chore for Jozef, not because he was afraid but because it was time that he could be spending making more money. He worked his way up the organization and devoted years of his life to the business. After hustling on the streets for close to five years he was offered to do a trip to eastern Europe, where he would deliver a large amount of drugs. He did this trip two times every month and made more money than ever before. He was happy with where he was in life.
In the beginning of July 2017, the delivery Jozef was making was due for Chernarus. His plan was to stay for three days and then go back to Sweden. The delivery went well, as always, the going home part did not. The CDF stopped him near the border and forced him to turn back. Trying to follow the backroads out of the country only made things worse, he got himself lost and ran out of fuel. Hearing the announcements over the radio that an unknown infection had spread globally and realising that everything he had worked for the past ten years meant nothing really took a toll on him.