F 🔥Chapter 1: Fire Beneath the Floodlights
On certain nights, the sky does not sleep. It watches, it waits, and it remembers. Under a blanket of trembling stars and beneath towering floodlights that burned like artificial suns, I stood alone on the field — a boy made of dust, dreams, and stubborn hope.
The grass was cold beneath my feet, and the wind carried the scent of rain and wildflowers from the broken fields nearby. Outside the stadium walls, life was ordinary and silent. Inside them, my future was trembling on the edge of change.
I tightened my boots slowly. They were not new or shining. They were old, cracked, and stitched with prayers and patience. Every scar on my feet carried memories of hunger, exhaustion, and endless practice. These shoes were not just leather and thread. They carried my soul.
People saw only a player standing on the field. They never saw the fire inside him. They never saw the silent battles, the tears swallowed before sunrise, or the failures hidden behind brave smiles. Football was not my hobby. It was my language. When words failed me, the ball spoke for me.
I remembered my mother's gentle voice telling me to be soft like a flower. I remembered my coach's rough command to be fierce like fire. So I became both — a flower that refused to be crushed and a flame that refused to die.
That night was different. Scouts were watching from the stands. Crowds were whispering my name. Fate was breathing close to my skin. The stars seemed to lean forward, and the floodlights challenged me silently to prove myself.
Then the whistle screamed. Time shattered. The ball rolled forward. In that moment, I was no longer poor, no longer afraid, and no longer invisible. I became a storm wrapped in skin, a dream running at full speed.
Each touch of the ball was poetry. Each pass was a promise. Each sprint was rebellion against destiny, doubt, and the belief that boys like me were meant to disappear.
When the goal finally came, it was not just a score. It was a declaration to the world — I exist. I matter. I belong here.
The crowd exploded in celebration, but inside me, a quieter revolution had begun. This was not victory. This was only the first spark.
And sparks…
Become infernos.