What is Life? Life is but a story full of impurities. devoid of plot armor saving you in the nick of time; which is just a distant dream that everyone wishes to have but is unable to.

Everyone from every nation, race, color, religion knows hardship. nobody is capable of escaping that fact.

Be it Kings, queens, emperors, farmers, normal civilians with normal households and lifestyles to poor orphans with no one but themselves to rely on, or even from the worst villain to the best hero we all are born in the same way; out of our mother's wombs and into the world. Don't we all have the same flesh and blood?

What makes a villain a villain and a hero a hero? Is it the people? Or their achievements and feats? Or is it their attitude?

In this world there are no heroes nor are there any villains.

In this world villains are not born instead they are made and heroes aren't necessarily heroes.

everybody has evil in their hearts. they just don't know it.

Everyone born has hardships that others can never understand.

Men have to be tough in every situation whether they like it or not because the women and children around them depend on them by instinct, men are the pillars of every household so they do not have the time to cry or whine about any hardships they have. they can only "Man up" and face it head on.

Women on the other hand have to go through the pain of periods; which brings random uncontrollable mood swings that may or may not ruin their relationships with other people every single month and on top of that they have to give birth to children after bearing them for 9 month.

Parents have to teach and educate their children through life so that they can survive this cold harsh world that we live in; A mother teaches the son how to love and how to be compassionate.

And a father teaches the son how to be tough and face the world and how to get up after being knocked out.

A son has to listen to his parents and not be ungrateful to them and take care of his parents when they get older. An older brother and sister have to take care of their younger siblings.

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A king and queen must take care of their kingdom and ensure their future.

And a farmer needs to get up every morning and take care of his farm.

Mohamed is a person who lost all of those people that take care of him.

He was born in a slum outside the city called euphoria as the son of a drug addict mother and a junkie father that beats his family on the slightest whim. He was born as the result of a drunken sex between two people that didn't know each other, other than being both addicts themselves, He was the product of two lustful people playing around.

He was born in a run down house that belonged to his parent's friend that helped them with his birth. as the baby cried and breathed his first breaths his parents sighed in relief as they longed to get back to their usual lives of debauchery.

while he was in the hands of his mother the devil whispered to them and enticed them to get back to their addictions. In the midst of their doubts and thoughts the baby boy had fallen asleep like a graceful angel that took their breaths away at his cuteness.

The boy inherited his mother's beautiful looks along with her silky black hair and black eyes but his father's beautiful skin that was fair along with his full lips. He looked like the most innocent and beautiful baby boy. he was healthy with no diseases. And had the most beautiful smile.

After going back home the mother was ecstatic as she could start using drugs again and the father looked sinister that he knew the child was born so he could do what he wants without caring about the baby in the mother's womb.

The father was a drunk and abusive man and he liked asserting his dominance over those weaker than him. He couldn't do that when the mother was pregnant but now that she was not he could do so again.

And soon began the boy's hellish life, where his father would came back home every night and beat the mother just to let out steam for her forcing him to stay with her. and he would be left alone in his old cradle that was probably picked from the trash on the street. no cries or pleas from him could make them stop.

After a while, the mom started to get back to her old habits and soon whatever motherly love she had faded by the addiction of drugs and self-indulging her desire.

she neglected the child and only fed him naturally through her breasts and leftover food until he could walk and talk. so he stayed home all day long and would only be brought out to see the slums and the junkies.

As soon as he started talking and learning. It became evident that he was a smart and innocent young boy. He loved to learn everything; he was fascinated with life and everything around him such as the bugs, the process of which the door was made and how the things worked in general whether it be living things or machines.

it was also then that the father started to beat him when the mother wasn't around for him to let out steam. while his mother would beat him whenever he didn't listen to her doing errands or do chores or cook or even when he made the slightest mistake. Mohamed also longed for his mother's embrace and her love as she never gave him any sort of affection whatsoever.

The boy was smart and he realized many things at a young age. but being smart can hurt sometimes, as that only made him realize early on that she didn't give a fuck about him.

He learned of the cold hard truths of cruelty at a very young age that if you don't take care of yourself no one will. as if that wasn't enough, his parents were broke so they forced him to go beg for money to use for their drugs.

being a little kid he couldn't refuse and started to beg on the streets. it was then that he met Omar, he was tall, average looking with black hair and brown eyes, he looked geeky but he was masculine.

Omar approached the kid with a smile while he was begging for money. He tossed him money and sat next to him on the filthy street. And asked "what's your name?"