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“By Sami Abouzid I have never been to music school. I went to the Sami Abouzid School—the best school in life. I taught myself everything I needed to know to create symphonies, compose soundtracks, and produce hits in many languages. I am the best teacher I ever had. No one in this life will ever teach you something truly powerful for your soul. The majority in this field chase money, business, and ego—no emotions, no artistic vision, no eternal goals. In music, jealousy runs deep. When you create something amazing, they don’t say, “Well done.” They look away. I’ve never met a musician who reached out with genuine happiness for me. Years ago, singers walked into my family store, heard my music, and left in shock when they learned it was mine. That’s why I have no friends in music—I am my own best friend. And I’m lucky for that. This month, on my birthday, I will reward myself by releasing 10 albums worldwide in one shot—to show every person who said, “You can’t,” that I can. I came to America with one song. Now I have 1,000 songs, 10,000 versions, and 672 soundtracks—created my way, not theirs. God bless America. Thanks to Allah, I conquered my dreams.”

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