JOHAN'S STORY
Hello,
I am Johan (a pseudonym).
Everyone faces tough times, but we all cope differently. When my family migrated from Libya to Bangladesh, I had no friends here. Language barriers and my introverted nature kept me isolated. I spent most of my time alone, talking to God—outside of my family, He was my closest friend. But I had one other refuge.
Music.
No matter how difficult life got, I could always turn to music.
But humans are social beings. My struggle to fit in grew worse over time. One day, just to escape the pressure, I decided to try drugs. Instantly, my life felt colorful. The peace I had been searching for—I caught its wings. And then, I just flew. High and free, with no fear, no limits.
One day, I caused massive destruction at home. I was desperate for money, desperate for more drugs. My life was falling apart.
Like Icarus, my wings began to melt. One day, at my grandmother’s house, my Boro mama pulled me aside and forbade me from coming back. I was once the apple of their eyes, but now? How had I fallen this low?
Then, my father took me to AMAR Home. I still remember his face that day—so calm, so at peace. I hadn’t seen him like that in years. That moment, I decided—it was time to change.
At AMAR Home, for the first time, I felt accepted without judgment. I realized there was life beyond addiction—and it was beautiful.
Drugs had taken God and music away from me. Now, I feel connected to my God again. And that is the greatest gift.
I’ve shared my story with you in brief. Please keep me in your prayers.
Sincerely,
Johan