I'm intrigued about the fight and the broken jawbone. Details please. What triggered the fight, how many were involved, and did you manage to inflict just as much damage to the opposition?
Oh man, where to start. Can't even really believe that that was me at a time. I was around 18-19 at the time and was going through my rebellious phase after taking a gap year switching from medicine to IT. I grew up in Mankhool with with the locals who didn't have much to do since the government paid for everything and when work was needed they just flunked out of school after the 6th grade and joined the army for a 7000 AED job (around 2000 dollars US) which was huge at the time without having need of any qualifications. Also the UAE had no conflict with anyone so basically it was paid vacation.
We had many rival gangs from Bur Dubai, Hamriya, Hor al Anz etc but the worst was from Satwa (the place behind Burj Al Arab) which consisted of Iranians (FOB or otherwise) who didn't have much to do all day since they weren't given passports or actual official recognition and were invalid to work or earn a living. The guys were ruthless and we had many a "fight" with swords, knives and what not. There was many a case with guys being lured and stabbed minimum 30-40 times for paltry reasons (now that I think of it) but I digress.
By the time I was 18, I had made quite a rep for myself and was somewhat accepted as an untouchable by mere mortals at the time. So I was at the Karama Park (opposite Lulu centre) with a girl I was dating for the first time. She was really into me and I was just sitting there taking in the praises and how great I was when suddenly a football hit her. There were some 15 year olds playing and of them came to claim the ball rather rudely. She looked at me as if to say "How can you let me be disrespected like that?".
I was still really high from the adulation and I asked him to apologize to her, to which he gave a really unsavory reply (because he didn't know me and my street rep) in front of the cow worshiping me and I slapped him really hard (there was an actual echo) for his insubordination. They all dispersed after that and I went on but the girl called her best friend and told her of the situation, who was the gf of my best friend and somewhat the leader of the group just in case things might escalate (was really grateful later for girls gossiping in this specific instance).
All I remember is her screaming "look out" and suddenly I am bombarded by punches and kicks from around 13 guys, I tried to fight back as much as I could but went into the embryo position of protecting the head and midriff area in case of an ambush. So there I was getting the crap beat out of me when from my horizontal position I see my "homies" running out from the car to my rescue. The guys dispersed just as fast again but we did manage to get a hold of a couple of them whom I paid back in full.
I told my posse to go and wait for me at my best friends house (as I was full of adrenaline and feeling extra heroic at the time), put the girl on the bus and walked back towards home to clean myself up and recover a bit. I still remember the shrieking from the many females outside (and there were always at least 20-30) Lulu center shocked at my blood stained face and clothes.
I sat on the cement couch outside our main door to recollect my senses and then went in. I barely reached my bedroom when I was out of adrenaline and fainted. Next thing I remember was my brother taking me to emergency and me claiming to have fallen down the stairs to avoid further problems with the police.
The worst part of all of this was that I lost my favorite pair of shoes during the whole ordeal.