The town of Mehrabad had never seen rain like this before.
On 16 September 2007, lightning cracked across the sky. Rain poured so heavily that streets turned into rivers within minutes. People stayed inside, praying the storm would pass.
Inside a small, worn-down hospital with flickering lights, a baby cried for the first time.
His parents named him Raza.
They were poor—too poor to even buy new clothes for their newborn—but their love for him was stronger than the storm outside.
His mother kissed his forehead again and again. His father held him as if he were holding the whole world.
From the moment Raza opened his eyes, he was different. Not gifted… not brilliant… just different.
Slow at learning. Quiet. Always staring at things other children ignored.
But his family didn't care.
They loved him the way only poor families know how to love—completely, because love was the only luxury they had.