By the time Rayan turned eighteen, the quiet village had become suffocating. His mother's once-lively spirit was a shadow of itself, crushed under years of struggle. With nothing but a worn suitcase and a dream, he left for the city—a sprawling chaos of noise, lights, and opportunity.

Life wasn't kind to newcomers, and Rayan learned that quickly. Days were spent delivering packages and nights cleaning a dingy café. But he didn't mind. Every paycheck he sent home to his mother felt like a step closer to fulfilling his promise.