I grew up in the outskirts of the kingdom, in a small village where every day was a battle to survive. My family was poor—so poor that there were days we didn’t have enough to eat. My father worked as a farmhand, and my mother took on any work she could find to keep us afloat, but it was never enough. I remember the cold winters, huddled together with my siblings, trying to stay warm under threadbare blankets. Those early years were tough, but they made me tough too.