My journey to becoming a front end developer
By: Amir Mohammadi
Tags: My Journey, Helping Others, Programming

Photo by Julien Lavallée on Unsplash

Hello world. after struggling with myself for a long time, finally, I decided to write, write about many things but especially programming. what happened that I became a front-end developer. where do I come from and so on…

I think it worth listening to my story.

First of all, I should say that English is not my main tongue. so sorry if I write a little awkward. But I will learn and improve my skills after a period.

I was born in 1999 at the end of the second millennium. in a very hot and far desert, in South Khorasan, Iran. far from any form of growing new technologies, playing under the beautiful blue sky, grown up with the old type of technologies. as the days passed and I became 12 years old, I should move to another city to study. That days everybody believes that the only way of salvation is to study, learn and then move away, to bigger cities, to better countries. nowadays they have the same opinion.

So I studied hard and went to a school in another city, we went to school the first day of the week and then we come back home at the end of the week. 6 days far from family in the student dormitory. Then my first sparks of inspiration happened. I saw a computer. with a huge case and an unordinary monitor, a big one, with a huge tumor on the back. my friends were hiding CDs in their bags and installing them secretly on the computer and at the night they sneaky went to play. one night I participated in their criminal activities and went to watch a movie. The TERMINATOR, I drowned in every scene of that movie. at a glance I was in love with the computer. some weeks later I saw my friend with a laptop working on a presentation. I saw that he changed the angle of a slide title, at the time I didn't know that a computer can do that much. I found myself more in love with the computer.

At the end of the week, I get back to my homelands. I had a cousin older than me, he was the only man in the family that was able to understand me, I talk to him about computers and my love to them. He said that in their university they have many computers and they are allowed to work with them and use something strange named the internet, an unlimited source of knowledge and entertainment. at the moment I was dying for the computers, suddenly he screamed at me that a professor in their classes teaches them to program the computers, he told me that he built a clock last weak.

For the first time, I saw myself lost in strange feelings I was sad, I never experienced something like that. I knew if I say my father to buy me a computer he will refuse, in that era, the computer was a device that the devil developed to take us to hell with it. only God knows that how much I begged for a computer it took 2 years for my parents to buy me a computer. They bought a Sony Vaio. I can't remember the model but I know that the laptop had 128Mb of graphic/VGA. That was a beast.

For the next year, I searched for the programming books and learning materials that my cousin brought for me. that wasn't enough, I asked for internet from my parents… There wasn’t internet, there was no internet provider. I was disappointed after a month or more, I saw my cousin again, he told me about a new thing, named dial-up. Once again I was filled with hope, I asked for a dial-up modem. They bought it for me, for about a hundred dollars, that was expensive, that money required too much begging. but finally, I had a computer, an internet modem and the best part, the internet connection. can you imagine how much I was happy?

I will continue this journey in another post later.

These days I cooperate with an NGO, to teach boys and girls who are locked in a far and poor zone, to help them catch their dreams and change their future. And that has a great feeling. I'm satisfied and proud.

Good luck dear reader. wish you the best…