After parting ways with that beautiful girl, Mohammed continued walking until he reached his classroom. He passed through the door without being bullied by the three classmates who harassed him daily. He found this strange but dismissed it and took his seat, still puzzled by their unusual silence. Little did Mohammed know that his bad luck had not ended—his tormentors were planning something sinister for him after school, and he remained completely unaware of their scheme.
At the end of the school day, Mohammed thought he had finally escaped bullying for once. However, fate had other plans. His tormentors had been waiting for him all along. As he unsuspectingly walked towards the stairs, Khaled and Mustafa grabbed him and dragged him into an empty room, locking the door behind them.
Mohammed and the Three Bullies
Mohammed: "Why are you doing this? I haven't done anything to you!"
The three bullies sneered. "We warned you to stay away from that beautiful girl. Why did you talk to her yesterday?"
Mohammed: "She was the one who approached me and asked to be my friend. She told me she doesn't like anyone interfering in her personal life."
The bullies scoffed. "Then why didn't you just walk away? Why did you talk to her? Someone like you doesn't deserve to speak with a girl of her beauty. If people saw you together, your ugliness would ruin her reputation!"
Mohammed clenched his fists. "I'm not ugly! And she was the one who wanted to be my friend! Who are you to decide who she talks to?"
"We don't know her personally," one of them admitted, "but we don't want you talking to her. You're beneath her." They laughed mockingly, looking at him as if he were nothing more than an insect.
Mohammed's eyes burned with frustration. "If you don't even know her, why are you interfering in my business? What would happen if she found out you were trying to control who talks to her?!"
The bullies smirked. "Why would she care if we keep garbage like you away from her? You should be grateful to us! There's a world of difference between you and her—like the distance between the earth and the sky."
Mohammed's patience snapped. "I've put up with enough! Who are you to decide who I am? Who gave you the right to impose yourselves on me? And who said she needed your protection? She doesn't even know you exist! Or is it that you couldn't find someone else to bully, so you came after me because I have no older brother to defend me or friends to stand up for me? If you're so brave, why don't you say this to her face instead of hiding behind your cowardice? Those who judge others as trash are even worse than trash themselves!"
The three bullies fell silent, stunned by Mohammed's words. Humiliation flashed across their faces as they prepared to grab and beat him, but before they could, a senior student from the third year, who had been listening from outside, knocked on the door.
Abdul Razzaq, one of the bullies, opened it, only to freeze in shock upon seeing the older student standing there. The senior looked down at them with a cold, piercing gaze, as if they were nothing more than insects before him.
"What's going on here?" he asked.
The bullies hesitated before forcing fake smiles. "We were just playing with him."
The senior narrowed his eyes. "Playing? In an empty room? With the door locked? You must think I'm an idiot." He crossed his arms. "Go ahead, call me garbage. Call me trash. If you're men, say it to my face."
The three bullies bowed their heads in fear, unable to speak.
Turning to Mohammed, the senior smirked. "You spoke well. I like your courage. That's how a real man should be—never afraid to speak his mind. Even if you feel fear, it's fine. Everyone fears something. But what matters is facing it. I hope one day, you'll make them bow before you just like they're doing now."
The senior cast one last menacing glare at the bullies before walking away. "I won't interfere again, so do whatever you want—but today, you leave him alone," he warned.
Mohammed understood the deeper meaning behind the senior's words: Face your fears. Don't wait for others to save you. Even if he lost once, twice, a thousand times—it didn't matter. Lose, lose again, lose a million times. But one day, you will win.
Those words struck something deep inside Mohammed, as if he had been reborn. He resolved to change, to stand up for himself, and to stop blaming his circumstances. If he wanted to escape pain, betrayal, sorrow, and weakness, he had to work hard. In this world, only the strong had a voice—only they could shape their own fate. The weak were destined to live in the shadows.
From that day forward, Mohammed swore to face the three bullies on his own. Not to seek help, not to rely on others, but to surpass them and prove his worth. He would not let down the senior who had believed in him.
As he walked home, filled with newfound determination, a thought struck him: I never even asked for his name… And I don't even know the name of that beautiful girl…
But Mohammed made a promise to himself. He would not ask their names until he became stronger—until he could ask them with pride.
And so, he walked forward, his eyes shining with hope.