Hayat never understood how life was supposed to work.He was born, he grew up, and then suddenly—without warning—he found himself thrown into adulthood with a brain full of questions and a body that woke up tired even after sleeping.
There was nothing special about him.No dramatic origin.No destiny waiting.No prophecy hovering over his head.
He was just here.Existing.
Most days, his thoughts were louder than his actions. While others chased careers, love, dreams, or ambition, Hayat found himself stuck somewhere deeper:
Why am I here?What am I meant to do?Why do I feel like I'm running out of time?Why does the past cling to me?Why does the future terrify me?
He tried, in his own clumsy way, to be better—make routines, work harder, improve his life. But the world inside his head often got in the way. Overthinking became his shadow. Doubt became his companion. Hope appeared only in brief, flickering moments.
Still, something inside him refused to give up.
Even on the days when life felt meaningless.Even when he felt painfully average.Even when he carried fears he couldn't name and guilt he couldn't explain.Even when nothing made sense.
Hayat kept moving.
Not because he had everything figured out.But because a quiet part of him believed there had to be more to life than just surviving thoughts.
Maybe purpose isn't found.Maybe it grows.Slowly.Quietly.Unplanned.
This is the story of that slow growth—of confusion, of doubt, of small joys, of tiny hopes—and of a boy trying to understand why simply being alive feels so heavy and so miraculous at the same time.