Ahmed was born in Sana'a, in a humble home filled with simplicity and warmth. In his first months, his voice never left the house, a constant crying that lasted for four full months, then suddenly silence fell, as if his heart had found its first tranquility. After nine months, he took his small steps on the floor of the house, and that day was a celebration in the eyes of his parents, as their hearts were filled with joy and pride.
Two years later, his younger brother, "Al-Mu'tasim Billah," came into the world, to become a new childhood companion for Ahmed, sharing play and laughter with him. As the years passed, Ahmed began to open the doors of consciousness early. His childish voice would recite clear Arabic words, and at the age of five, he sat on the benches of kindergarten, learning to read and write with diligence and hard work. His genius quickly appeared; he would grasp his lessons quickly and excel at memorizing his religious studies, which made his parents look at him with eyes of pride and love.
However, this light that surrounded him did not please some. His grandfather and some of his uncles looked at him with an eye of displeasure, as if his intelligence and his concern for his small family were a constant reminder of their own shortcomings. They would stir up problems out of nothing, throwing hurtful words and cold silence at him. And Ahmed, despite his young age, was aware of the bitterness of that aversion, so he would be content with a few words then withdraw from them, until his connection with them, even his grandmother and aunts, was severed, as a heart moves away from a source of harm.
But amidst all this, his heart remained attached to his parents and his younger brother, finding in their sincere love the true support in his childhood, as if God had compensated him with the purity of a small home despite all the dust of cruelty surrounding it.