Sohag was around 12–13 years old. A cheerful boy, he had a way of winning everyone's heart, making people laugh, and entertaining them with his playful words. It wasn't that he spent all his time just keeping others happy; it had simply become a part of who he was.
As he grew a little older, he suddenly noticed a mysterious girl. He didn't know her name yet, and he wasn't sure what to say—his mind was filled only with thoughts of her. People said many things about her, friends and acquaintances alike, good or bad—but none of that mattered to him. All that mattered was thinking about her.
But this was far from the end of the story. He had established a kind of routine—when to go out, when to return home, what to do at each moment. He lived in anticipation, hoping to see her, waiting for her to appear. Yet my heart wouldn't obey; unable to contain my feelings, one day I finally let them out and confessed to her.
Part 2