My journey, in my own words

I was ordained as a Muslim minister on May 15, 2025. My ministry is not sermons. My ministry is standing up for people who have no help — because I know exactly what that place feels like. This page is my testimony. I am telling you what happened to me, as my experience. What you do with it is your choice.

I died, and I came back

In my own home, my smart devices were turned against me. I was electrocuted twice — once by my smart thermostat, and once by my smart lock. I died, and I came back. When I came back, my memory was gone. I could not talk. I could not walk. I was housebound until the end of June, with no friends or family to talk to, and no help.

What rebuilt my mind was strategy games. I played them almost all day, and they taught my mind to work again — I beat two games in fifty-five hours. That is why there is a gaming school in my school family, and that is why everything I build gives people a choice at every step: when I had nothing, being able to choose my next move is what brought me back.

The season everything happened at once

In that same season, my identity was stolen, and the compromise reached into every part of my life. I am telling this whole, the way it happened to me, because leaving pieces out is how people get disbelieved:

• My devices and accounts: my home internet, phones, and computers were compromised. Messages changed as I typed them. Contacts disappeared. Emails were wiped, and my email and phone were shut down for months at a time.
• My medical life: my entire medical record was deleted, so doctors could not see my history to treat me. My medical insurance was hacked again and again. Referrals and transportation I needed were blocked for over a year. I live with severe, permanent disabilities, and I was denied the specialty care I need.
• My home: my electricity, cable, and smart devices were hacked. My lights, heat, and air moved on their own. Management did not believe me, and work orders sat ignored for months. When the power is cut, a smart lock can stand open — anyone can come in.
• My family: the compromise reached my son too — his school passwords, his medical insurance, and his phone and computer. He is not named here. He will never be named here.
• My money and my cases: I became involved in data-breach lawsuits after the big breaches, and I have made complaints, including to the FBI. Money I am entitled to has been intercepted. Jobs were turned into set-ups, and I had to leave them to stay safe. That is how a person ends up isolated — not by choice, but for protection.

I am still fighting. I am still not safe. So my truth goes out through my work — my schools, my ministry, and this app — in a way that does not endanger me or rush my case. Nobody else in my story is ever named here.

What I learned about help

When my identity was stolen, nobody told me who to contact, what websites I had to go through, what phone numbers to call, or what emails to send. I had to carry the message from place to place myself — police, the FTC, the Attorney General, the banks, the insurance — while I was hurting. And when I showed people my evidence, it meant nothing to them. I was treated as if I were the problem.

That is why the Identity section of this app exists: everything in one place, in order, with a private records tool that works the way I keep my own records — cataloged, dated, and court-ready. And that is why the Grants section exists: because help that charges you a fee to reach it is not help, and people with nothing cannot pay to be rescued.

Why this app is free

Everything is from my experience, from when I had no help. If I had found something like this in that season — one place, calm, free, in my own hands, with nobody able to take it from me — it would have changed everything. So I built it. It is free by my choice, for everyone, everywhere. My ministry is my work; these tools are my gift of what I learned, and nobody will ever be charged to use them.

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