Not a career politician.
Your neighbor.

I grew up a Gen X kid in Houston, shaped by a strong family rooted in both Persian and American values. My father deeply cherishes America as the land of opportunity and, above all, freedom. My mother is a strong and proud American who taught me to stand up for myself and others. From an early age, I saw what hard work and freedom really mean. The lessons of growing up in a multicultural family taught me to listen before you judge, especially when Uncle Bob and Uncle Mahmoud were pondering life over holiday meals.

From mowing lawns, bagging groceries, and delivering papers as a kid, to door-to-door sales and waiting tables, I learned early what it means to earn your own way. At Strake Jesuit High School I learned the meaning of service and being a man for others. I graduated from Baylor University and joined The Hartford Insurance Group, but the traditional path of set hours and set paychecks left me restless for something more, even before I could say what that was.

We moved to Los Angeles, where I first worked as a loan officer just ahead of the Great Financial Crisis, witnessing systemic greed in a predatory lending environment firsthand. I then moved into producing and talent management.

In Hollywood I saw the raw survival mentality it takes to chase a nearly impossible dream. I watched talented people fight daily against long odds, rejection, and uncertainty. As their advocate, I fought to open doors, secure opportunities, and help them keep going when most would have quit. Those years hardened my belief that real opportunity should never be reserved for the connected few.

Since then I have worked as an independent entrepreneur and consultant. I created RoadHouse, a virtual trading room where people from every political background, religion, and walk of life came together with one common goal: helping each other achieve financial freedom. Through honest, unfiltered conversation, we proved that common ground emerges naturally when people focus on a shared mission.

Eventually I wanted a different life, one built around real freedom, clean water, strong community, and genuine self-reliance. That search brought me to Walpole, New Hampshire. What I didn't expect was to discover that my own Scottish ancestors had settled in Epsom, New Hampshire in the 1700s.

Soon after arriving, I joined the GRCC board to help revive a long-stalled food co-op. Drawing on what I'd learned about margins and input costs, we redesigned the model into a broader food production ecosystem, secured a grant, and launched a bulk-buy program to help local farmers and homesteaders lower their costs. What should have been a six-month fix turned into a multi-year bureaucratic delay, and I eventually resigned, but not before leaving the board with a clear, actionable roadmap so the work could continue. Vermont picked up that food ecosystem model and ran with it. The support it needed never came from New Hampshire.