“Never give up before death” – This is the rule I live by, written on my whiteboard alongside my plans, my education goals, and my dreams. It’s a simple principle, but it has carried me through storms that would have broken many others.
It All Began
My career didn’t start with a grand vision or a clear path. It started with a conversation with friends – people I loved and trusted. I was young, eager, and full of hope. I had some money, skills, and kindness to offer. But sometimes, the closest friends hurt me most. My resources were taken, my trust was broken, and I learned my first hard lesson: not everyone who walks beside you is walking with you.
The scams came next – online and offline. People I thought were genuine turned out to be shadows. Each betrayal stung, but each one also taught me something invaluable about human nature and about protecting myself.
The Opportunity I Let Slip Away
Right at the start of COVID, when the world went into lockdown, I discovered video making. I started creating content on YouTube. Back then, there were only a handful of creators in my community doing this kind of work. I was early. I was positioned perfectly.
And I got views.
People were watching. The algorithm was noticing. I had stumbled onto something with real potential. But this became what I now call my biggest mistake – I left it.
Four years ago, I walked away from YouTube.
Why? The reasons seemed valid at the time. My family didn’t support it – they didn’t understand why I was “wasting time” making videos. I didn’t have my own device to work with consistently. When I finally managed to get a phone, it wasn’t suitable for quality video production. The obstacles felt insurmountable.
But here’s the truth that haunts me: if I had continued, if I had pushed through those barriers, I believe I would succeed now. Those early views could have grown into thousands, then millions. That small community I was part of has now exploded – and I’m not part of that success story.
I left before the harvest, after planting the seeds.
This is perhaps my deepest regret – not the scams, not the failed businesses, but the dream I abandoned by my own choice. The opportunity I surrendered without a fight.
The Business Years: Trust and Betrayal
Despite these setbacks, I ventured into online business across multiple countries in Asia. Something remarkable happened – people trusted me. They sent money before receiving products. In a world that had shown me so much deception, others placed their faith in me. But I must be honest: I failed them too. I was scammed again during this period, and the business collapsed. The weight of that failure sits heavy on my conscience even today.
Searching for Success
For two years, I immersed myself in digital trading, convinced this would be my breakthrough. Two years of charts, strategies, losses, and lessons. Two years that ended without the success I desperately sought. Some would call this failure. I call it education.
Then came engineering – another path, another hope. But I made a critical mistake: I listened to others instead of myself. I chose subjects I neither understood nor enjoyed. The classroom became a prison of my own making, teaching me perhaps the most important lesson of all: your journey must be yours alone.
Finding My Voice
Then digital skills became my new frontier. I learned article writing, pouring myself into mastering the craft. Three years passed. One project. Just one. Most people would have quit. But I had my rule, my whiteboard, my unbreakable promise to myself. So I continued.
Then came the startup idea – I had a vision, a plan, a fire in my belly. I found some co-founder, or so I thought. But once again, I chose wrong. Money flowed out, nothing flowed back in. The startup never executed. The dream remained just that – a dream written on my whiteboard, crossed out but never erased.
Who I Am Beyond the Struggle
There was a time when I had many things that brought me joy. Cricket – the sound of leather on willow, the tension of a close match. Football – the beautiful game that needs no translation. Traveling – discovering new places, new faces, new possibilities. Birds – their freedom, their songs, their simple existence.
Society has a way of stealing these joys from us, doesn’t it? The mental scams are sometimes worse than the financial ones. They rob you of your peace, your hobbies, your lightness of being.
But I still have my village. I love it deeply. And I still have my walks – most of my time spent walking alone through the streets, thinking, planning, dreaming, processing. Those solitary walks have become my meditation, my therapy, my strategy sessions with myself.
The Whiteboard Philosophy
My whiteboard isn’t just a tool – it’s my anchor. Every plan I write there becomes real. Every goal I list gets tracked. Every task I note gets completed. In a world that’s constantly shifting beneath my feet, that whiteboard is solid ground. It’s where chaos becomes order, where dreams become action plans.
Another Project, Another Chance
Today, I’m starting another project. I don’t know if it will succeed or fail. I don’t know if this will be the one that changes everything or another lesson in disguise. But I’m moving forward anyway.
May Allah help me in this journey.
This isn’t naive optimism – it’s battle-tested faith. Faith earned through failure, strengthened through scams, purified through pain
I’ve Learned
If you’re reading this and seeing your own struggles reflected in mine, know this: The path to success isn’t a straight line. It’s a maze filled with dead ends, wrong turns, and people who will lead you astray – sometimes on purpose, sometimes by accident, sometimes with love in their hearts.
Sometimes the biggest obstacles aren’t the scams or the failures – they’re the opportunities we abandon. The YouTube channel I left behind taught me that timing and persistence matter more than perfect conditions. I had no device, no support, no equipment – but I had views, I had momentum, I had a chance. And I let external circumstances steal that from me.
If I could go back four years, I would tell myself: “Keep making those videos. Find a way. Borrow a phone. Record at night. Ignore the doubters.” But I can’t go back. I can only move forward with the wisdom that comes from regret.
But you keep walking. You keep your whiteboard. You keep your rule.
Never give up before death.
Because somewhere between the scams and the successes, between the failures and the lessons, between who you were and who you’re becoming – that’s where real life happens. That’s where character is forged. That’s where your story is written.
Mine is still being written. The pen is in my hand.
And I’m not putting it down.
This is my journey. Imperfect, ongoing, and real. What’s yours?
The Journey of Never Giving Up - My Story of Resilience
My journey of resilience is a story of failures, scams, lost opportunities, and unbreakable faith — my real life reminder to never give up despite life’s toughest challenges.