My History

My name is Imran Maruf Abdala and today I am telling about my history every
individual has a unique history that shapes their identity and influences their
perspective on life. My history, like many others, is a tapestry woven with threads
of triumphs, challenges, and personal growth.

And my history begins when I was born in 2001 E.C into a middle-class family in
a city called Harar and now I am 15 years old, when I was born my grandfather
liked to call my name Obama because at that time the first black African president
was elected in USA but my father insist to call me Imran because he liked me to
be called by this lovely name.

My father works as a teacher and Dean in the Rift Valley College and my mother also
works at the same place that my father works as a teacher, my childhood was filled
with love and support. I was fortunate to have parents who instilled in me the
values of hard work, honesty, and perseverance. They encouraged me to dream big
and pursue my passions.

As I grew older, I faced various obstacles that tested my resilience. Life struggles
taught me the importance of determination and self-discipline.

In high school, I started listening to top billionaires that allowed me to explore

different perspectives. Through literature, I delved into worlds beyond my own
experiences and gained empathy for me to know how to become rich.

High school opened new doors for personal growth as I embraced opportunities to
engage in many online learning, and I thought deeply the technology is growing I
didn’t want to be replaced by robot and I wondered if I became a software
engineer, software developer or things like that I will be playing some role in the
future and I decided to be the one who think before doing anything.
As I continue writing my history, I am excited about what lies ahead. With each
chapter yet unwritten comes new opportunities for growth and self-discovery. My
history is not just a collection of events; it is an ongoing journey towards
becoming the best version of myself.