To my son, Shakirin Zayyan bin Kamarulariffin Morshidi, You came into this world on a Friday.28 of March 2025,0930,Hospital Putra Melaka, the same day Jumu'ah angels line the roads and blessings descend. From the moment I held you, I knew my journey had a deeper purpose. You are the fire I pass down. My life wasn’t handed to me — I built it. From the soil of Sarawak to the grit of Melbourne, to the sweat I pour into this land we now call home. Every brand I touch, every room I design, every sen I earn — it’s not just for me. It’s for you . You are my reason to rise early and sleep late. To take the hits, keep pushing, and move in silence when the world’s too loud. You’ve got something rare, my son. You were born with the soul of a healer and the heart of a leader. That fire in you — it’s the same one I carry, but you’ve also been blessed with a depth I had to fight to earn. One day, you’ll read this and understand: “I didn’t just want to raise a son. I wanted to raise a king .” ...