Story

"Talabat" driver. Cleaning Airbnbs. Tea boy. Babysitter. Valet.

I even sold popsockets.

For a long time I thought none of it counted.

Now I think it's the most honest part of my story.

Those jobs taught me how to work under pressure, deal with people, and keep going when nothing was certain.

I'm proud of every version of myself that showed up for them.

At 21, I moved back to Qatar alone. No job. Barely a home.

Not because I had money. Not because I had a plan.

Because I wasn't ready... and I went anyway.

I walked more than two hours from work to home because I couldn't afford the ride.

I worked three jobs at once to live and cover tuition.

I won't pretend it was healthy. It wasn't. I wanted to quit...

but these built the person writing this.

It's not my job to control the outcome.

It's my job to try... to wake up and get a little better, even 0.0001% a day.

I've lived on that belief till today.

I've seen it hold.

I got offered jobs in Qatar.

Good money. A real start. Everything I'd worked years to reach.

Almost everyone told me it was a mistake.

You won't find better. Don't throw this away.

A few believed in me. Most didn't.

I left anyway... and moved to Canada with nothing figured out.

Again.

Because I expect more from myself than comfortable.

I felt every rejection, every silence.

And I stopped asking why is this so hard for me...

and started asking why is this so hard for everyone.

That question is my purpose now. → Junior

You don't need to have it all figured out.

You just need to start... wherever you are, with whatever you have.

You will see bad days.

And I've come to believe those are the days you'll look back on with pride.

Not despite how hard they were.

Because of it.

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