Listen first.
There is something I want to say to all the readers. Yes, to you — the one reading my story right now. Maybe you have already judged me. Maybe in your mind I am already a criminal, a villain, a mafia.
But before you make your final decision… listen to me.
What do you think… the girl you call your girlfriend — do you really believe she is truly loyal to you?
Put your hand on your heart and answer.
Do you honestly think she belongs only to you? That her loyalty will never change? That no matter what happens, she will always stand beside you?
Hahhah…
My brother, if you think that, then your thinking is very wrong.
And not just your girlfriend…
Your friends?
Do you think your friends are truly loyal to you? That they will never leave you? That if tomorrow you fall into trouble, they will stand in front of you and protect you?
If you still believe that… then you are still very wrong.
I used to think the same way.
I believed friendship was the purest bond. I believed love was honest. I believed that if a person was decent and respectful, the world would treat him the same way.
But listen carefully…
This world is not a world of decency.
This is not a place where people live by heart. Here, everyone comes with a purpose. Everyone has their own benefit. Every relationship stands on some kind of need.
As long as you are useful, you are good.
The day you become a burden, you are bad.
Today people think I am a bad man.
The police call me a criminal. They call me mafia as if I was born for crime. When people hear my name, their voices become low. They say I have become dangerous.
But they don't know…
The biggest reason I became mafia is them.
Yes — them.
For the very thing they blame me, they are fully responsible.
No one is born a criminal.
No mother teaches her son to pick up a gun one day. No father dreams that his child's name will be written in police files.
Every human being is born innocent.
There is no hatred inside. No revenge. No desire for crime.
Then slowly, people change him.
Situations change him.
Humiliation changes him.
Injustice breaks him.
And when a person breaks… he either disappears, or he becomes something else.
The same happened to me.
You might be wondering what really happened.
Was my only crime that I slapped the son of a local inspector in college?
That's it.
One slap.
I didn't shoot him.
I didn't attack him with a weapon.
I didn't plan anything.
Just one slap.
But maybe my biggest mistake was that he was not an ordinary man's son.
He was an inspector's son.
And in this world, that difference is everything.
If he had been a common person, maybe the matter would have ended there. But because his father was in the police, that slap echoed straight into the system.
The next day, everything changed.
People's eyes changed.
Those who laughed with me yesterday now walked past me in silence. The friends who used to sit with me suddenly stopped calling.
The police attitude changed.
They looked at me as if I had committed a serious crime. As if I had killed someone.
The college administration also chose the easy side. They didn't look at why I slapped him.
They only looked at who I slapped.
And that was enough.
One slap changed my identity.
Yesterday I was just a normal student. Today I became the troublemaker. The aggressive one. The bad influence.
So tell me…
Was it my fault?
Or was it the system's fault — the system that only recognizes power?
If he had been weak, maybe it would have ended. But when the powerful get hurt, they don't forgive — they respond.
I will say it again —
No one is born mafia.
He is made.
He is pushed.
He is isolated until he is left with only two choices — either bow down… or change.
I refused to bow down.
And maybe that was the real beginning.
Today, whatever I am… however I am… it is not only because of me.
People have their share in it.
Those friends who disappeared when things got difficult.
Those who knew the truth but stayed silent.
And those police officers who protect power in the name of justice.
Maybe that is why I no longer trust easily.
Not in friendship.
Not in love.
Not in decency.
Because I have seen that these words exist only when everything is going smoothly.
When the storm comes… everyone searches for their own shelter.
And the day I slapped the inspector's son, I had no idea that the slap would not just land on his face…
It would land on my life.
That one moment changed the direction of my entire life.
People say I have changed.
But the truth is…
I did not change.
I was changed.
And this story is that simple.
One slap.
One system.