Chapter 1

On the normal day of 2011 , the first week of October was quite reckless for an eighteen year old boy , who in fact just turned eighteen a week ago .

As Imad sat there beside his father's bed on the floor and announced how he had a professional boxing match on the fifteenth of this month which is a week to go .

Something snapped in his father , who was suffering from many organs failure from many years and now was nothing but a moving skeleton.

He couldn't even move on his own but hearing his son say that he will participate in a professional match without moving a muscle made him angry and agitated to the point where he stood up on his own and by limping and taking support from the bedsides he walked up to where his son was sitting and took his fighting stance .

He moved his left leg which was normal to the front and pulled his right leg back which was not in proper function since his childhood .

he lost that leg in his childhood due to suffering from polio virus.

he moved his left hand further away from his chest and his right hand supported his body to stand still somehow.

As he staggered and suffered to stand he glared at his son and menacingly challenged him to fight with him saying

"If you can win against me even in this condition of mine then I will allow you to go .

come I will show you how a punch in the face feels like "

Imad just looked away and lowered his gaze as he sat there and didn't replied out of respect or he didn't know if he was actually scared.

He didn't know why his father was acting like that .

Nor did he knew how much his father struggled to become a boxer , a boxer who was known by no one .

A boxer who only knew that he was a boxer .

At that time Imad didn't understand anything and just felt angry with his father .

but his father did not back down because in his time , he had witnessed Mike Tyson and Muhammad Ali .

He was scared.

Scared that his son will be paralyzed or suffer such injuries, He was scared that he stood in front of his son and challenged him .

Imad stood up and left with an angry expression as he found his father's actions quite irritating and irrelevant.

Days passed and his parcel that contained his boxing gloves and other required things arrived .

He happily opened the parcel and went to show his father his gloves .

at this point he knew that his father was a boxer in his teens and twenties.

Imad expected a happy response as well but instead was met a scowl and mockery .

His father told him how he did not needed any of these and how these were of no use to him .

Imad once again left his father's room with an angry and disappointed expression.

from that day he started avoiding his father as much as he could .

In all these small moment where he encountered his father , his father mocked him about how he will be knocked out in the first round and told him to show him his stance , then in between he sometimes showed him how to throw a punch , a jab , a hook and the last thing that he thought him was

" In a boxing , you die but you do not fall .

No matter what , do not fall down "

As he said those words Imad listened while walking bug didn't pay much attention.

His father still carried carried a "disappointed expression" and the day of his departure came .

He had to leave for another city in the middle of the night since his journey was long .

That night till he left and the day before it , his father expression changed to a begging one as his father begged him to not go but Imad silently avoided and ignored his pleas.

He left to catch the bus and the moment he sat down in the car to the moment till that car was out of sight from his home .

His father watched him from the balcony with an expression that pleaded for him to come back .

But Imad was the only one who did not even tried to glance back at his father .