02/16/2026
I’ve been in the position where my team and I have fallen short of winning a championship far more times than I’d like to admit. And honestly, it never really gets easier. At the same time, I’ve never been part of a team that people expected to even reach the final game. That’s kind of how my relationship with sports has always been — overlooked, undervalued.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve felt the need to prove myself, especially to the people who doubted me. And for the most part, I think I did that. But basketball is a game where you don’t win every battle or every game. You can’t control what people think or say.
Somewhere along the way recently, though, I started caring less about that — less about what people think of me as a basketball player and even as a man. Winning still matters deeply to me, but I’ve started to fall in love with something bigger than that: the journey.
Over the past couple months, basketball honestly felt like starting from scratch. I hadn’t played seriously in over a year, and I wasn’t even sure I still loved it. My body didn’t seem eager to compete anymore — it always felt like something hurt. But I stuck with it. Slowly, I started getting my legs back under me.
I’m still nowhere near where I want to be. I can easily list the things I need to improve. But at the same time, I can acknowledge the progress I’ve made and give myself credit for that. Life doesn’t always leave the same amount of time for the game like it used to, but I found a way to keep showing up.
We weren’t the better team this weekend. That’s the truth. But there isn’t another group of guys I would’ve rather gone to battle with. What made this journey special wasn’t just the games — it was the teammates I shared it with. Different cultures, different religions, different backgrounds, all coming together every weekend for the same goal.
That’s basketball. That’s why it’s special.
And honestly, it’s a lot like life. You don’t win every game you play. But when you fall in love with the journey, in a way, you never really lose.
Ramadan Mubarak to my brothers at the National Muslim Athletic Assocation and thanks for running the best league I’ve been a part of!