I am a Secular Humanist
I consider myself a 100% honest day-and-night laborer, working not just to live, but to help others truly feel alive

I am a person who sees life through a positive lens. There are many things I love to do, to see, and to experience.
I love science. I love innovation. I love to experiment.
I love to read and to write, to think and to dream, to speak and to listen.
I love watching the sunrise in the morning and the moonlight at night. I love feeling music wash over me, and breathing in the wind as it rolls in from the ocean.
I love gazing at clouds with a quiet, empty mind, and running thought experiments when sleep escapes me in the middle of the night.
I love flowers in spring, rain in summer, falling leaves in autumn, and the chill of winter.
I love sleeping deep into the night and waking up late. I love solitude, and I love the company of people.
I love the peace of the countryside and the noise of the metropolis. I love good books and romantic films.
I love the land and its nature. I love people. And I love to laugh.
“Humanity First” is the guiding principle behind all my actions. I am a dedicated advocate and defender of human rights, committed to building a world of peace – one that transcends divisions of religion, race, nationality, language, borders, and color. I have deep respect and love for animals, plants, and the natural environment.
My family was economically poor, yet they always encouraged me to pursue education and the quest for knowledge. We lived in a remote village blessed with natural beauty – lush fields, quiet rivers, and vibrant greenery that made every season feel magical. But reaching school wasn’t easy. The roads were muddy and barely walkable, especially during the rainy season. Each trip felt like a battle against the elements, but we pressed on.

I purchased my first computer in the final quarter of 2003, during my university years – a chapter marked by struggle and perseverance. Financial constraints made it impossible for my family to afford a computer. Out of the 31 students in my class, only three, including me, did not own one. It was a tremendous challenge, especially given how essential a computer was for our academic and personal growth.
Remarkably, I began learning programming before I even had a computer of my own. I would borrow my classmates’ computers late at night, often while they were asleep. Although not everyone was pleased, my deep desire to learn kept me going – there were simply no alternatives.
Eventually, my family came together in an incredible show of support. My father borrowed money from others, my mother withdrew her modest savings, my grandmother sold her pet cow, and I used the scholarship funds I had saved. Still, we were short of the $300 needed. So, I took on tutoring jobs, traveling to students’ homes to teach and earn extra income. Through these combined efforts, I finally bought my first computer – an unforgettable milestone in my life.
