بسم الله والحمد لله والصلاة والسلام على رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم
In the name of Allah, all praise is due to Allah, and peace and blessings be upon the Messenger of Allah
All praise is due to Allah alone, Who guided me to Islam and then guided me to the understanding and methodology of the Salafus Saaleh (Pious Predecessors), when prior to this, my life was in shambles, chaos, self-destruction and recklessness. I lived my life without concern whether I lived or died. I was a beligerent, angry and increasingly violent alcoholic. I used to get high and gradually turned from innocuous to harder drugs, hiding my spiral from others. Throughout my childhood and into my mid-late 20s, I created violent, rage-filled artwork. Artwork depicting murder, dead children, and women. Everyone around me thought it was for the shock value, but in reality, it was a coping mechanism for the environment I was raised in, for the rage that simmered beneath the surface.
That pain took root early. Since I was a child, I grew up with the wound of being stabbed in the back by my father, who was, in my eyes, my hero. That illusion shattered at the age of five when I witnessed things I didn’t fully understand. To my innocent mind, it felt like betrayal and abandonment. It was around that time that I decided art would be the outlet I poured all my energy into. Unknowingly, it became my way of escaping the chaos and turmoil. As my family fell apart around me, I became consumed by my art, spending hours in isolation. I didn’t care about anything else.