IMTIAZ’S STORY
Assalamu Alaikum,
I’m Imtiaz (a pseudonym).
In my village, I was known as “Computer Imtiaz”—always fixing devices, making money, helping others. Everyone thought I was set for life. Even I believed that.
But a
fter I moved to Dhaka for work, loneliness crept in. Big city, small room, no family. My old friends introduced me to Yaba—“just to stay awake,” they said.
Awake? I was never more asleep in my life.
Soon, I was skipping work, selling stolen parts from customers’ devices. Once, I stole a laptop from a client and pawned it. The guilt was unbearable, but the withdrawal was worse. I tried to quit alone. I failed. Again and again.
My father finally came to see me and cried—he held my hand and said, “I taught you how to walk. I didn’t teach you how to fall like this.”
That day, I went with him to AMAR Home.
At first, I resisted. But over time, through group counseling, faith-based healing, and reconnecting with my values, I started to understand: recovery isn’t about willpower—it’s about surrender.
I surrendered my ego, my pain, my pride.
Today, I run my own small tech shop in my hometown. Every time I fix someone’s broken device, I’m reminded of how AMAR Home helped fix something far more complicated—me. Keep me in your duas.
Imtiaz