Chapter 1 – Born in Dust...The first sound Sanjay remembered was not laughter, nor the soft voice of a was the creak of his father’s bicycle chain, rusty and tired, carrying sacks of wheat down a broken road.Sanjay was born in a small town on the edge of Pakistan, where the streets were narrow, the houses leaned on each other like tired men, and dust hung in the air so thick that even the brightest afternoons felt dim. His family’s home was a single room made of bricks that never saw paint. The roof leaked in the rains, and ...Read More

Chapter 2 – Hunger in His Eyes...The nights in Sanjay’s town were never quiet. Even after the market shut and the lanterns faded, echoes of barking dogs, rattling bicycle chains, and coughing neighbors slipped through the thin brick walls. But for Sanjay, the loudest sound was always the growl in his stomach.He lay on the rough cot beside his younger sister, Meera. Her breathing was slow and peaceful, her lips shining faintly from the oil their mother had rubbed to keep them from cracking in the winter air. Sanjay’s own lips were dry. His stomach twisted, reminding him that ...Read More

Chapter 3 – A World Against Him...The sky was gray that morning, heavy with the smell of rain. Sanjay quickly down the street, his worn sandals splashing in the puddles left from the night’s storm. In his hand he carried a small cloth bag, carefully tied at the top. Inside were the coins he had saved for months—his treasure, his proof that he was ready to take a step bigger than carrying bags at the bus stand.He had heard about a shopkeeper who wanted a helper to manage a small stall of secondhand goods. For Sanjay, this was more ...Read More