I grew up chasing freedom. Or at least, what the world told me freedom looked like.

Money. Cars. Properties. Crowds. Success, they said, was how many people clapped for you.

But it was a lie.

The truth? None of it mattered until I built myself. My first real property was me—my mind, my body, my soul.

Every dark chapter had its blueprint hidden inside. Breakups taught me self-respect. Addictions taught me discipline. Losing everything showed me what can’t be taken away. And every time I thought I’d hit rock bottom, the foundation was being poured for something greater.

Construction sites trained my hands. Competitions carved my body. Building companies tested my will. But it was guidance through Islam that finally stripped away the false structures and rebuilt me in truth.