Born to survive, not just to live.
In a mud-brick house with no light, no water, no safe roof only the sound of war.
The eighth child, in a secondhand cradle, with his only winning card: survival.
From the very beginning, the world showed it would not be fair.
But he had something no one accounted for: an awakened mind and a fiery will.
When he stepped into Iran, he saw an electric light for the first time.
He felt he had come from darkness into light.
But this light was deceptive. He soon learned: no place feels like home when you are labeled "Afghan."
Humiliation, injustice, arrests, and a label that weighed heavier than any burden.
Schools closed because they were unauthorized. But the authorized schools would not accept him.
His documents were ignored, his future erased.
Yet, with a blinding resolve, he started from scratch.
Each time, he told himself, "If they don't want me, I will build myself."
He realized the system was against him, but instead of being a victim, he turned his curiosity into a weapon.
He bought a computer, took it apart, burned it out, and then fixed it.
In a world where the internet was a dream, he had a blog and Yahoo Messenger.
He wrote, built, and learned—not for grades, but for survival.
When he opened a gaming cafe, everyone said an Afghan couldn't do it.
When his shop window was shattered, he stood his ground.
He coped with those who humiliated him but never gave up.
He was a refugee, his annual permit needing renewal, and even with that, he was arrested multiple times. He was denied his rights but was still condemned; condemned by the name "Afghan."
He went to Turkey.
Two years of hard labor.
The hardest jobs, insecurity, no identity.
Then the deaths of his friend and his brother broke him, but did not destroy him.
He returned, married, worked, and fought—not for a dream, but to stay alive.
But this was not enough. Life is not just about survival.
He migrated again. Arrested again. Humiliated again.
He belonged nowhere, not even to his own homeland, Afghanistan.
This time, however, his path led him to Greece and Europe.
After years of running, he finally stopped. For the first time, with an ID card and a passport, he obtained a temporary identity. An identity that proved he existed. He was real.
This was the first step toward freedom from years of being faceless and in fear.
And this time, he decided to change the world.
Not for himself, but for those, like him, who were never heard.
He created 7 Healers. Not for profit, but for healing.
For all those born in the dust, raised in pain, but whose hearts have not turned to stone.
Now he is back, with a team whose roots are in their wounds, but whose wings are in their dreams.
He doesn't just want to sell.
He has come to awaken your sleeping conscience.
To tell you:
If you, too, are wounded, you are not alone.
If you are not, you still have the chance to be a healer.
The time for choice has come. Silence or action?