I’M THE WARGUY, BORN IN KABUL’S BULLET AND ROCKETS STORM, LEADING A GLOBAL VENTURE! In 1989, Soviet jets screamed as my mom birthed me in a shack—no hospital, just war’s chaos. She birthed me straight into terrorism—thanks, Mom! I did anything for family, heart on the line. At 7, I picked pistachios from the Hindu Kush mountains and sold them for cash. At 8, I hunted birds with an AK-47, selling feathers for cash. By 10, I was a drug dealer—ha, hardly! I picked opium, sold it at the market, bought gums and cookies in the city, and flipped them in villages. Then 9/11 hit—changed me, changed the world, carved my identity. By 12, when we came back to Kabul from Badakhshan where we refuged from terrorism, I was an alien landed on Mars. No clue about computers or English, I self-educated, learning non-stop like an AI machine, then started my first company teaching and making money. At 15, I helped shoot movies, landed a kid star role, but ditched it. At 16, I joined U.S. military Special Ops—fighting terrorist money with raw skills, working with over 64 countries, mastering the language of war and diplomacy—dodging IEDs and bombs, surviving by Mom’s prayers. At 18, I built my second company, renting cars to U.S. firms paving roads. Terrorists came for me—I landed in America with generals and a special visa, honored for the fight! I seize opportunity in every situation and turn it into success. War Built Me. Now I BUILD WINNERS.