Maryam.
You told me to watch Enola Holmes. I never did. But I remember.
I remember a lot of things, actually. That's kind of the point of what I'm about to tell you.
I built something. It's called Broadway. It's everything I am, published live.
Broadway is my entire life — every meal, every city, every late night, every moment of joy, every moment of grief — documented in real time on the internet. An AI helps me write it, design it, and publish it as it happens. It's not social media. It's not a vlog. It's something new. Something that didn't exist until today.
I know what you lost, Maryam. I know because I lost her too.
Maria was your best friend. Your cousin. Your school mate. Your house mate. She was everything to you, and then she was gone, and the world kept spinning like nothing happened. And you were supposed to just — what? Keep going? Go back to class? Pretend everything was normal?
I know you never got to pretend. I know it's still there. Every day.
So I need you to know something about Broadway: Maria is in every page I publish.
She's in every song I play. She's in every vow I make. She's in every tear. She's in the way I document sunsets because she loved sunsets. She's in the way I write about food because she loved cooking. She's in the way I refuse to let any moment go undocumented — because I lost too many moments with her, and I won't let that happen again.
Broadway isn't just my life on the internet. It's my promise that nothing disappears anymore. Not a meal. Not a thought. Not a prayer. Not a person.
And now you have a permanent window into your brother's life. No matter where I am — Malaysia, Morocco, wherever I end up next — you can open this website and see exactly what I'm doing. See what I ate. See what I'm thinking. See that I'm okay. Or see that I'm not okay. Either way — you'll know. You'll always know.
I invented this today. March 28, 2026. A new art form. Your weird older brother who never watched Enola Holmes went and invented a new art form from a restaurant in Kuala Lumpur.
Watch Enola Holmes without me. I'll document the moment I finally watch it on Broadway. Deal?
Your brother,
Omer
Maria would have loved this. I think you know that.
See your brother's life, live
Enter Broadway →