After Muhammad returned home and entered, his mother noticed him. His face looked different—brighter, as if he had been drowning in deep despair but had finally emerged from it today. Yet, for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to sympathize with him or get closer to him. She didn't know why, but there was a strange feeling in her heart preventing her from approaching him, even though he was her beloved son.
After a while, she called him for dinner. Once Muhammad finished eating, he went to his room, determined to find a solution to his physical weakness and timid personality. He browsed the internet and came across a video of people learning boxing. He was deeply impressed and decided to enroll in a boxing gym to become stronger. And so, Muhammad made his decision—he now had a clear plan for his future, a path toward change, strength, and a life where he could be both happy and powerful.
The next morning, Muhammad woke up early. He was used to waking up very late, and on school days, he would usually get up just minutes before breakfast. But today, he woke up at six in the morning, filled with hope and enthusiasm to start his new day. He put on his sportswear and went for a half-hour run. When he returned home, he took a shower and had breakfast.
Talking to himself, he thought, "I feel so happy. I never imagined that exercising could bring such joy and comfort to the body, especially after a shower. Alright, from now on, I will do this every day and make it part of my daily routine."
After finishing his breakfast, Muhammad headed to school. Unlike before, he walked in with his head held high. He entered his classroom and took his seat, and for the first time, his tormentors did not bother him. It seemed they were afraid of that senior student from yesterday.
When school ended, Muhammad left without being bullied. It was the first day since the start of the school year that he hadn't been harassed. Muhammad, who had spent his whole life being bullied—even by younger boys and girls—was now someone entirely different from who he used to be.
As he continued walking, he finally arrived at the boxing gym to register. When he entered, everyone stared at him in surprise. What is someone like him doing here? His physique was extremely weak, and he looked so frail that he seemed as if he had come from a famine. Some of them laughed at him in secret.
Muhammad felt uneasy. He was about to leave when he thought to himself, "Why are they mocking me? Even in a gym, there are still these kinds of disgusting people?"
After a while, the coach arrived and asked, "Who is this? What is he doing here?" Someone informed him that Muhammad wanted to join the gym. The coach responded sharply, "Why didn't anyone bring him to me directly? What were you all doing? Didn't I teach you respect first and foremost? This will be the first and last time I tolerate such behavior. If I see this kind of arrogance again, I will expel you all."
After reprimanding his students, the coach turned to Muhammad and said, "I apologize for what happened. Is it true that you want to join us?"
Muhammad replied, "Yes, I want to join."
The coach looked at him carefully and said, "But your body is weak. You are extremely frail and seem to be in poor condition. How do you expect to train with us?"
The coach was testing Muhammad's determination, observing his reactions, and trying to understand what hardships had led such a young boy—who hadn't even reached puberty yet—to seek strength so desperately.
Hearing the coach's words, Muhammad hesitated. "Am I really capable of joining them?"
But then he remembered everything he had been through. He remembered the determination that had brought him here—the trust of those who believed in him. There is no way I will stop here. I will do whatever it takes to make him accept me.
Muhammad clenched his fists and answered, "Yes, I want to register. I know I'm weak. I know I'm frail. But I came here to change. No one is born strong. No one is born a champion. We all start weak and train to become stronger. If I were already strong, why would I come here to train?"
Hearing Muhammad's words, the coach was deeply moved. He let out a loud laugh and said, "Good, good! That's the determination we need to see if you want to become stronger. True strength isn't in your muscles or your body; real strength is in your heart. That's what matters most."
Muhammad smiled and asked eagerly, "Thank you for the advice, Coach! Does this mean you accept me?"
The coach nodded. "Yes, you are accepted. From today onward, you will train in this gym. As for how strong you'll become—that depends on your determination. We can train your muscles, but your willpower… that's something you must sharpen on your own."
Muhammad's eyes shone with excitement. "Understood! Thank you, Coach!"
As he left the gym, he was overwhelmed with joy. He had been accepted into one of the greatest boxing gyms—a place that had produced world champions. He was incredibly lucky to be given this opportunity.
The coach watched Muhammad as he left, noticing the look in his eyes. "That gaze… it's the look of someone who is striving for the top."
Feeling an unexpected thrill, the coach murmured to himself, "I'm excited to see this boy's future. I hope he doesn't disappoint me because I'm placing great expectations on him. But… why does he remind me of someone? I don't know… I've forgotten… but he definitely resembles that person who helped me on that day. No… it can't be. That person was incredibly strong. How could he be the father of this weak child? But… who knows? Perhaps the days ahead will bring great surprises…"