I met Mr. Wafic in 1994 when I moved to the apartment building on St. Germain, Montreal. Que. He started to take interest in me and he often spent many hours in my apartment. I told him that I came back from Florida to take care of my sick and paralyzed mother, whom he very much adored. And when she passed away on June 28, 2001 he attended her funeral with my family.
At that time he was living with his mother, whom he really never cared for because she used to control his life and forbade him to have any friends. He was a loner. He also never got along well with his sister Paulette.
During that time I was taking computer courses in French and he was helping me with the language. I often came to his apartment to use his computer for homework.
I met his mother, his sister and the rest of his family, who accepted me at that time.
Mr.Wafic was unhappy living with his mother and needed to have his personal life.
I suggested that he should take his own apartment and become independent. At that time he had no particular steady job, so my son who was working for Loblaws in Ville St. Laurent, helped Mr. Wafic to get hired. He was working a night shift as merchandise clerk. It lasted a few years until he met an Arab married woman with a little boy, who lived next door.Mr. Wafic started to get emotionally involved with her and spent many hours at her house.
They were calling each other more that 100 times a month during his working hours at Loblaws. At first she was calling him on a house line and when she found out that I was living with Mr. Wafic at that time, she called him only on his cell. This was the time when I came back the second time from Florida in August of 2000, and lived with him as he requested.
While she was on Social Assistance, and working under the table also collecting all kinds of governmental benefits, and Mr. Wafic was also helping her financially. I was upset that some one illegal can come to our country and abuse our system. She was not able to speak English or French but yet she knew how to defraud our government.
I reported her to Welfare Department for fraud. This took place during the 9/11 crises.
That was when Mr.Wafic went crazy and had me removed from his apartment by the police on Christmas day, while I was preparing dinner for both of us. The police told me to vacate his apartment immediately, and so I left to live with my son. I had no idea what he told the police because he spoke in Arabic with a police woman on the corridor of our apartment. I told her to speak English or French. I live in Canada.
In the meantime, Mr. Wafic realized that he made a big mistake by getting rid off me and my family, he run after me and begged me to take him back. And so I did, being a good and considerable person, knowing that he had no friends. In the meantime, he made a lot of problems at Loblaws which got him fired. When he lost his job and had no money I found him work at reception halls as banquet server.
I eventually left the banquets, while he continued on till 2006. He was making pretty good money until one day he disappeared from Chateau Royal and never called in.
He also worked for Joe Messina at the Le Challenger Golf Club. Apparently, Joe let him go for whatever reason. I found him another reception hall Forest and Stream Country Club. He was scheduled to work a big reception and never showed up. He is unstable and unpredictable.
When last he was on Social Assistance, I felt sorry for him because he has a mental disorder, which I would consider to be bi-polar. I found him a job with my friend at Vetemont Robert, mens wear store in Montreal on part time basis, where he was doing all kinds of tasks. He also quit without any notice.
Since my brother does auctions and was looking for extra help, I took Mr Wafic with me to help my brother out. We worked together for a few days and my brother paid him $100.00 a day plus all expenses for lodging and food.
Mr. Wafic traveled with me extensively in Quebec and to the US. He never went anywhere before he met me. I took him and paid his trip to 1000 Islands and Kingston on June 2006. He was very happy to explore a new kind of life style. In the mean time he spent many years with me and my family. He was invited to our home and my brothers home where he spent time with my sister-in law and her little daughter Ashley, who adored Wafic. He was invited to her Baptism in 2005 and spend every major holiday including Christmas with us. We used to give him gifts, which in the past he never received any from his family.
In 2006 Mr.Wafic met another woman Sofia, who was a girlfriend of his best friends John whom he met while working in banquet halls. They became good friends until Sofia left John for Mr.Wafic and that was a slap in the face for John who cannot forgive Mr.Wafic for this act to this day.
Again Mr. Wafic being jobless and living on Social Assistance, his long time friend, Monique and her brother Allen hired him to work for one of their stores in mens boutique, where apparently he lost his job due to theft for which he was caught by the store manager in February of 2007. This was the last time that I saw Mr.Wafic. I was very upset with him for what he had done to these good and honest friends of mine, who helped him through difficult times. Finally he was let go.
Mr. Wafic further claims on his police report that I had 20 jobs in a year. What a lie? The year has only 12 months. In what year? I worked for Rogers and FIDO in call centers for many years. He also worked with me for Bell Sympatico in 1999, which job I found for him. I always worked for telecommunications companies.
He further states that I called anonymously with verbal abuses to his mother, his sister, his friends and Sofia. How can I call and for what purpose if I dont know their phone numbers, which was stated on my police report. And what friends is he referring to?
I dont know any of his friends since he never introduced me to anyone. I introduced him to my friends, who have known him for many years.
My son invited him to his Birthday party on Sept. 30th, 2006 and he showed up without any gift. My bother paid for his dinner and then he left without spending any time with my son and my family. He rushed out without saying good-by to my friends.
He also owed me money and which he was not going to pay back. I had to run after him. I called him several times on his cell and he refused to answer. He made me go to the store where he was working and he was not there. He played games with me.
Finally I had no choice but to tell the store manager and I caught up with him and he paid me back
After February 2007, I never spoke and saw him again.