The room was pitch black, except for a faint glimmer of light from a cracked phone screen, with a jagged line splitting it in two. Behind this screen was a young guy named Walid.
Walid had nothing but a boiling mind and pent-up energy under the weight of a harsh reality. Everyone around him was engaging in the favorite pastime of frustrated communities: mocking.
"Trading? This is a market of illusions.. you’re chasing a mirage, go find a real job that guarantees your daily bread!"
These words echoed in his ears like whips. But Waleed, amid the walls of his room that felt like a cell, and with weak internet cutting out every few minutes, spotted something different that evening. It wasn't a clip of an 'influencer' flaunting his luxury car; it was a dry, deep explanation of price action and market structure. For the first time, Waleed didn’t see just random lines on the chart; he saw a psychological battle between fear and greed.. he saw a language that could be decoded.
The tiny spark
He couldn't afford the luxury of risk. He spent long weeks scraping together just 20 bucks.. a cent followed by a cent, cut from his daily essentials. Those twenty dollars weren't just a number in a digital wallet; they were his dignity, his last hope, and his silent answer to everyone who mocked him.
He deposited the amount on the platform. His heart raced with every confirmation step. The twenty dollars transformed into a live trading balance.
He sat watching the chart for hours under the dim light. He waited for a precise structural pattern to form that matched what he had learned. The price was nearing a strong liquidity zone.. the indicators suggested an imminent bounce.
Zero hour.. and the trap!
He took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his brow. He placed a trembling finger on the cracked screen and hit the 'Buy' button.
In the first few seconds, the price moved up.. a faint green flash appeared. Waleed felt an indescribable rush of victory, and a smile began to form on his face. He thought the game was easy, that the impossible had bent to him.
But.. in the world of money, silent news is the deadliest.
And suddenly, without any warning, a giant red candlestick appeared.. an 'institutional' candle terrifying as a knife piercing the chart, plunging it into the abyss. The price crashed in a split second. The green flash disappeared, and the screen ignited with a deep red, dripping with fear.
Waleed's features changed, the blood drained from his veins, and his eyes froze as he watched twenty dollars evaporate at a crazy pace.. balance dropped: 15.. 10.. 5..
And the phone began to vibrate violently with a looming liquidation notice!
Has Waleed's journey ended before it even began? Were those who mocked him right?
(Stay tuned for part two to find out the disaster that happened in the following seconds..)
