Inside the Azadzoi Web: Greed, Deception, and the Cost of Clout

Some lies are quiet. Some schemes are hidden behind smiling faces, family ties, and flashy social media posts. And some truths? They demand to be told.

Pashmon Azadzoi: The Ethics Preacher Who Crossed the Line

Pashmon Azadzoi speaks openly about morality, justice, and the emotional devastation caused by outing someone’s sexuality. He talks about the lives that can be destroyed, the harm that can ripple through families, and the weight of such betrayal.

I know that weight intimately. My little brother is gay. I have fought to protect him. I have defended him from hate and harm, from judgment and violence. I know the courage it takes to live openly and safely.

And yet, Pashmon did exactly what he preached against. He publicly outed a family member on Instagram as gay based off of a DM and called that person’s wife — a new mother — a “beard.” He deleted defending comments, left derogatory ones, and blocked me when I reached out for a statement for this blog. Calling a woman a “beard” shows your actual hatred of women and the disrespect to this new mother.

Pashmon preaches ethics, but his actions are a textbook example of hypocrisy. Accusing someone publicly of being gay is defamation. Labeling a new mother a “beard” is defamation. Social media clout does not excuse harm. Ethics demand accountability, and Pashmon failed.

He wanted a story time to preach to his viewers, but in the process did every single thing to the family member that he said was done to him — but to a much larger crowd. Pashmon, you have shown to play a victim in any conversation we have ever had, but these actions had to be called out. I will be lending my legal team to the family member if you continue to speak on their sexuality, which for the record is straight. Please retract the cyberbullying of posting this person’s face and name. That was a choice.

Please know you and I became personal when you chose to continue to work with John after pretending to care about what he did to me. You chose money and opportunity over what was right — and this is your pattern that you weave while you preach otherwise. Namaste.

Clout, Chaos, and a Network of Distraction

While Pashmon’s posts dominate timelines, others in this network chase attention in tandem. Elias, Backtash, Omar, and Kasem flood social media with posts, seeking validation and clout while the real harm unfolds behind the scenes.

While Elias pretends to be an ultra-luxury investment and real estate guru, he was actually a part of Capital Cove — the company that took a payout when it sold Linda Flora to Pearl City.

I don’t normally insult, but you are a little shit that films himself disrespecting his mother openly, and for that you deserve a spanking. Elias, already on a reckless path with an arrest for dangerous driving, follows in patterns of poor judgment mirrored in the financial chaos. Elias and friends took John’s recipe and made it even more sloppy. Omar and Kaseem, please run from this kid because he is going to be the reason you lose your integrity. You guys preach on Section 8 and here you have part of the family taking advantage of the program. More on that later.

Backtash, Pashmon’s younger brother, operates alongside these players in Capital Cove — yes, I found the documents tying you to Capital Cove. Their online games are distractions — a smokescreen for straw buying, loan manipulation, short selling, and investor theft that devastate lives in real dollars.

John Azadzoi: The Architect of Loss

John Azadzoi is calculated, strategic, and relentless. From marrying Mo’s brother’s wife to secure her U.S. citizenship — then divorcing her — to leveraging Section 8 housing for personal gain, John treats relationships as tools.

Yes, John married his brother’s wife and then married his first cousin. The Section 8 housing granted to John’s now ex-wife and sister-in-law could go to people who truly need it. The “ex-wife” stays legally unmarried to reap the benefits while living elsewhere with the brother, Mo. You guys are messy — and guess whose tax dollars pay for the abuse of the system? Ours.

I’m so tired of hearing, “Well, if you didn’t have the money to lose, you shouldn’t have invested it.” That narrative completely misses the point — and frankly, it’s insulting. This wasn’t some reckless gamble; it was a deal built on forgery, deception, and calculated manipulation.

Let’s not skip the part where the deal changed almost immediately, forcing my investment to balloon to five times what it started as. I didn’t keep putting money in because I wanted to — I did it because walking away meant losing everything. So, I sold what I had. I took out loans. I maxed out credit cards. I did what any responsible person would do when trying to protect the investment they were told was safe.

That money wasn’t play money — it was built with my bare hands, flipping homes, growing a business, creating something from nothing. Imagine what half a million dollars could have done for me and my family over the years — the stability, the growth, the security — if it hadn’t been swallowed by someone else’s lies.

And through it all, he didn’t care.

He didn’t care that my newborn was in the car when we met. He didn’t care that I almost lost my business — the one that supported 30 employees and their families. He didn’t care about the days I couldn’t get out of bed from depression or the humiliation of having to retell my story — to family, friends, law enforcement, lawyers — over and over.

People love to imagine that only the naïve get conned. But I’m not naïve. I’m smart, capable, and have built things from the ground up. What I encountered wasn’t “a bad investment.” It was a con artist who knew exactly what he was doing — exploiting trust, desperation, and good faith for profit.

So no, this isn’t about money I “shouldn’t have risked.” This is about fraud, forgery, and a predator who knew how to play the system. Victims don’t lose because they’re careless — they lose because someone decided their integrity was a fair price for someone else’s greed.

The home on Linda Flora that cost me my investment is still sitting for sale. The bank cannot manage to sell it because it is absolutely destroyed. It has been on the market for almost two years. What does that tell you? Failed investment or complete destruction?

Speaking of failed flips, recently other victims have reached out: homes had to be rebuilt at massive costs due to hidden flaws in his remodels and corners cut. Decks collapse. Secret water damage. Failed disclosures. Millions of dollars wasted. The scope of destruction is ongoing. I don’t think there is a house completed that was done with integrity.

Property Trails and Intentional Chaos

Where do these properties end up? Into the Mohseni Trust. Names shuffled, papers notarized, and documents left unanswered. The trail is messy, confusing — almost intentional.

I gave Henna a chance. I reached out, offered her the opportunity to come forward and clarify her role. She remained silent. Trust is sacred. Every source I’ve protected, every detail I’ve verified — and yet, accountability remains absent. Elias, are you running the trust?

Andy tried to scout cyber companies to hack this site, desperate to silence the truth. Yang Hu, admitted straw buyer, has ignored repeated requests for comment. This network operates in chaos, and their distractions serve only to hide real crimes: fraud, theft, and deception.

Choosing Yourself Over a Last Name

I do not hate this family. John’s actions do not define them. They can choose themselves, their friends, and their path. Loyalty to a last name is optional. Choosing truth over bloodline is courage, not betrayal.

Through conversations about Islam, Afghan culture, and the values of integrity, I’ve seen that alignment with values matters. If your actions contradict your beliefs, you are misaligned. Choose yourself first. Your family will adjust. Do not hide behind a name already tarnished.

Forgiveness, Accountability, and Moving Forward

I forgive John — not because he’s sorry, but because I need to. Forgiveness is for me. I hope he seizes the opportunity to right his wrongs, restore what’s been broken, and act with integrity.

No amount of clout, money, or manipulation can replace a moral compass. Integrity is earned through accountability and contribution, not deception and theft.

Gossip Girl, XOXO

Sometimes I have to remind myself to keep a little site integrity, because honestly, this family needs to calm down — I’m starting to feel like I’ve accidentally become Gossip Girl.

XOXO, truth edition.

Please, relax. The truth will come. The punishments will come. The Netflix doc will come. And when it does, you’ll all have the same chance I gave you — to come forward.

I don’t post for fun. Posting is a chore. It’s exhausting, not empowering. The comments begging for more sit in a pending box I rarely want to open. I’m done feeding energy into chaos. I’ve found peace in knowing that this has become a waiting game — and the clock is ticking whether I’m online or not.

The last time I posted, someone decided to threaten me. Cute, right? If speaking the truth to protect others gets me harmed, at least everyone will know where to look. I’m divinely protected — always have been.

What’s wild is how many people reach out now. They expect to find someone broken or bitter, but instead they find someone kind, grounded, happy. They see the real mission of this site — to protect others and speak truth, even when it’s uncomfortable.

A few days ago, I received a voicemail asking if I “want to die.” That’s been turned over to authorities. I’ll say this once: I have no enemies other than most of you reading this. I’m loved by almost everyone I meet. I live in alignment, I do good, and I move with purpose. I would never hurt myself, and I would never leave my family — so if someone is having tempting thoughts to silence me, please think again.

For the record, I have many people from many agencies looking out for me. I have cameras everywhere I go — inside, outside, my vehicle, everywhere. I go almost nowhere alone. I have safety deposit boxes and clouds with everything stored. I even have recorded “Pashmon Style” story times that are based off each blog that will be shared and most definitely go viral — so trying to silence me will only make me louder.

I would also like to share that I have the biggest family that put me on a pedestal with three very big brothers and massive support. My father has an arsenal big enough to take down a medium-sized country. Please do not be a fool and make my family an enemy. They would do anything to protect me, my mission, and my honor. They have stayed out of this to let me fight this battle via the law, but if I were ever to be harmed, that would change.

I am not stupid. John just ran a good con. Could you see the headlines: “Fraudsters try to silence truth teller just for her to tell it to the entire world” — with a photo of a smiley Caucasian woman. I don’t make the rules, but I play by them. Imagine the attention that would get? So, don’t mess with me.

No — this isn’t drama. This is accountability.

And for those who’ve mistaken exposure for entertainment — trust me, the truth is louder than any post I could ever write.