About Us

we stated from the year of 1970 by our Daddy and he is no more alive now.

“The Legacy of His Hands”

Our story doesn’t begin in a boardroom or with a business loan. It begins with a pair of calloused hands, a dream too stubborn to die, and a man whose heart was larger than any ledger.

Our father—Baba, as we fondly called him—was not just the founder of our family business. He was its soul, its heartbeat. He started it with nothing but a fierce will to provide for his family and a quiet belief that hard work could shape a better future. I still remember the early mornings when he’d leave home before the sun had even thought of rising, and the late nights when he’d return with tired eyes but a smile that said, “We’re getting there.”

He built this business from the ground up, brick by brick, customer by customer, prayer by prayer. There were days of joy and days of near surrender. I remember him once sitting at the kitchen table, hands trembling as he held a letter that could have ended it all. But he looked up at us—his children—and said, “I didn’t start this for me. I started this for you.”

And so he fought on.

The shop—humble at first—grew slowly. His reputation for honesty, kindness, and craftsmanship spread by word of mouth. People didn’t just come to buy something; they came to see him. They came for his advice, his laughter, his ability to make everyone feel like family.

Then one day, as life always does, it asked us to let him go.

Losing him was like losing the sky. There were days the grief felt unbearable—days I’d walk into the shop and expect to hear his whistle, see him arranging things the same way he always did, refusing to change a routine he’d perfected. But the silence would remind me—he’s not here. Not in the way he used to be.

And yet… in every corner of this business, he is here.

He’s in the tools still hanging on the wall, in the stories customers tell about the advice he once gave them. He’s in the way we greet our clients, the way we treat our staff, the way we never cut corners because he never would.

Carrying on without him is not easy. But we do it, not just in his memory—but for the future he envisioned. For the dream he planted in us.

We are his legacy.

This business is more than bricks, products, or profits. It is love made visible. It is our tribute to the man who gave us everything, even when he had nothing.

And though he’s gone, his story continues—through us, through every sale, every handshake, every life we touch.

We miss you, Baba. This is still your dream. And we will keep it alive.