September 9, 1995.
That day, the heavens seemed to mourn. The city was gripped by anxiety, as thousands of people poured onto the main streets. Shouts of anger, cries of despair, and demands for justice combined in a massive demonstration over the corruption scandal that had rocked the country. Banners fluttered, speeches echoed, and tension was palpable in every corner. The situation grew increasingly chaotic, nearly devolving into a mob riot.
Suddenly, the roar of a luxury car engine broke the din. A black, armored vehicle stopped amidst the crowd, escorted by heavily armed guards. The car door opened slowly. A man in his forties stepped out, wearing an expensive suit, polished shoes, and a gleaming luxury watch on his wrist. But what was most striking was not his luxury, but the authority that radiated from his eyes. Instantly, the crowd fell silent. The atmosphere suddenly became silent.
In a calm yet firm voice, the man said,
"Enough… disperse peacefully."
Miraculously, the previously roaring crowd slowly subsided. As if under a spell, the protesters dispersed orderly, leaving the streets filled with anger. This man was no ordinary official. He was Van Anim, a leader deeply respected by the people and revered by the global elite.
Van was known as a wealthy public official whose life was dedicated entirely to the people. His dedication, courage, and compassion earned him the reputation of being hailed as the best official the country had ever seen. His programs were tangible, and the people's hopes were realized one by one. But behind the praise and adulation lurked the hatred of two-faced officials. They accused Van of seeking sympathy, of being too clean, of being too perfect—as if his presence were a shameful reflection of their own corruption.
But Van never wavered. For him, office was a trust. Power was not for personal enrichment, but for protecting the weak. He was known as a devout man. If someone needed his signature, they wouldn't seek it in a grand office, but in a mosque. There, Van felt safest—prostrating, praying, and submitting to Allah. He believed that only through faith could humans resist the temptations of power.
His days were almost endless. He devoted his time to the people, to his service, and to his family. He never simply sat back and enjoyed coffee with the elite. For him, true happiness was returning home, looking into the face of his beloved wife, Nela Anim, and talking about the future of their long-awaited child. Ten years of waiting, prayer, and hope.
But amidst his devotion, Van realized one thing: he could not fight the corrupt system alone. Corruption remained rampant, betrayal continued to lurk, and the country was descending into chaos. In his prayers, Van always hoped for the birth of someone who would one day change the world order, someone stronger, wiser, and braver than he.
October 22, 1995.
That morning, the air felt different. Without a driver, Van ran out of his office, got into his car, and drove at top speed to the hospital. His heart was pounding. The long-awaited day had finally arrived. His wife is about to give birth.
The baby's cry broke out in the delivery room. At that moment, Van's tears fell without being able to hold them back. He held his baby boy, said the prayer in his son's ear, while whispering hopefully,
"Allahu Akbar... may you be a light to the world."
The child was named Laigt Anim. His birth was greeted with joy by the people and global elites. The long-awaited crown prince finally comes to the world. Laigt was born into an abundance of luxury, power and love. However, Van knows that his son's future path in life will not be easy. The world he inherited was full of hurt, betrayal, and power struggles.
And from that day on, Van vowed, he would prepare Laigt not just as an heir to the throne, but as a true leader capable of changing the world.