That night, Ahmed fell into a deep sleep, but his mind did not stop drawing the features of the awaited day. He saw in his dreams a wide field bustling with the cheers of the crowds, and the ball dancing between his feet as if it were created for him. And with the first threads of dawn, he woke up with his heart filled with enthusiasm, as if his soul was ignited with a new light.
He rose from his bed lightly, quickly washed up, then ate a simple breakfast that would not weigh down his body: a cup of milk and a piece of hot bread. His eyes were gleaming with a longing for the challenge, as if the bet Misaki had placed on him was ringing in his ear like a bell that wouldn't stop.
Before the school day began, Ahmed stepped onto the sports field, which seemed more spacious than he was used to, as if it were preparing to embrace his dream. He began to warm up his body with steady steps, running in wide circles, then he started to dribble the ball lightly between his feet, controlling it as if it were an extension of his soul. And when he shot it toward the goal, it hit the net with force, and his heart pounded with satisfaction.
Everything about him indicated focus: his eyes fixed on the ball, his regular breaths, and his toned muscles ready to face the day. Ahmed, at that moment, was a mixture of a young man and a dream materializing before him with confident steps.