Sadiq, a quiet 16-year-old boy with deep brown eyes, sits alone on the cracked steps of his home, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on the dusty ground. School feels like a distant dream—his worn-out notebook remains untouched, pages filled with half-finished letters and smudged numbers. His mind, heavy with worries no child should carry, drifts between hunger, loneliness, and the fear of never catching up. Some days, his thoughts race so fast that he can’t keep up; other days, they sink like stones in a deep, dark well. He needs a teacher who will guide him, a counselor who will listen, and a hand to pull him from the shadows of his own mind. But for now, Sadiq waits, hoping someone will notice.