Hi, I’m Muhammad Hamza. Welcome to my version of “The Pakistani Dream.”
A name forgettable, like the WiFi password you entered once and never again. But the journey? I’m working hard to make that unforgettable.
I’m a tech innovator, youth entrepreneur, and a builder of climate-focused impact, using engineering not just to invent but to uplift.

Now at 18, juggling Further Math, robotics, NGOs, game dev internships, and tennis, I’ve had so much pressure on my plate I could open a tandoor. Yes, quite literally. I can make perfectly round chapatis, a skill that impresses every desi aunty (attention I never asked for).

Some people used to know me as “that random beatboxer guy” which, to be fair, I still am. But somewhere between debugging servo motors and teaching kids how to build balloon-powered cars, I changed. Not into someone perfect, but into someone persistent. I started late, failed often (a lot), but never stayed down for long.

Just a year ago, I was 17. Confused, lost, and convinced I had somehow enrolled in the wrong timeline. Wrong place. Wrong people. And every excuse I could find to stay small.

Then came typhoid. Then appendix surgery. And lying in a hospital bed, I realized something. If life was going to inflict pain, then I had to make the story of my life worthwhile. So I took a risk. I joined A-Level Further Math four months late, not because I had to, but because I refused to let fear win.

That’s when I built.
I founded CondensedAI to create mobility tech for the elderly and disabled.
I launched SitaraMakers, Pakistan’s first open-source STEM initiative for underprivileged students.
I engineered an emotional desk robot using ESP8266, coded its face, gave it feelings, and made it real.

I kept asking myself, “how much can one person really push in a year”
Because I saw those students, the ones with perfect grades, polished resumes, and a head start.
They had time. They had mentors. They had systems.
I had none.
No help. No shortcuts. Just chaos, willpower, and the decision to keep going anyway.

And somehow, in this short chaotic window, I built 8 startup prototypes, optimized Unity games at a real studio, raised funds through NGOs, launched environmental campaigns with WWF, taught engineering to underprivileged kids, authored research papers, and still made it to class (mostly on time).

I still don’t have all the answers.
But I’ve got a soldering iron, a mission, and a name I’m working hard to make unforgettable.