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by Barbara Yakimchuk
Time Travel Through Music: The Childhood Of Ibrahim Abudyak
I have always believed in the quiet magic of little things — the ones that may seem unremarkable to others, yet carry a world of meaning for you. It might be a toy you carried to the family table each day until it became part of your childhood itself. Or a small ball — once chased by the puppy you loved at five, and now worn smooth with time, a reminder of that same companion who has grown into a faithful old dog.
And then there could be a music player. Cheap and a little battered — yet from the very beginning, a symbol of freedom and a wellspring of inner strength.
This is the story of Ibrahim Abudyak — entrepreneur and founder of a well-known Dubai streetwear brand Jokes Aside — whose relationship with music began not with streaming apps or endless playlists, but with this very player. His story is raw and full of life. Here is a glimpse into what his childhood sounded like.
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I didn’t grow up with iPods or any of the cool kit everyone has now. I had this tiny, cheap music player with a cracked screen. You couldn’t even read the track names, but for some reason it still worked. I had a handful of songs saved on it, and they meant the world to me.
Whenever my family was busy, I would sneak it out with my headphones, step outside, and just walk. Sometimes I would be gone for hours — music blaring far too loud, rain pouring down — and it felt as though the whole world was mine.
Back then my parents were very conservative — they believed music was haram. Inside the house I couldn’t be seen with headphones on. So I would slip away, find a hiding place, a quiet corner where no one was watching, just so I could listen to the tracks that made me feel alive.
That broken little music player was my escape. My rebellion and my freedom.
— Ibrahim Abudyak
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