Life is a race—
And we are all horses running in that race.
If we, being horses, stop running—
We eventually fail.
And that failure never lets us live in peace.
That is how life is.
The only way to survive…
Is to keep running.
But in this life—
Every one of us runs a different race.
All leading to the same finishing line.
The difference lies in the path we choose to reach it.
Some horses—
Ordinary ones—
Choose the path that the majority follows.
Safe.
Known.
Expected.
But some are different.
They choose a path—
No one has ever chosen before.
This is the story of one such boy.
A boy who dreamed like everyone else—
But chose a different route than the rest…
To achieve his goals.
It was a night.
The sky was covered with clouds.
Rain poured heavily.
A man was driving a car.
His heart was racing.
Beating fast.
All he wanted—
Was to reach the hospital as soon as possible.
His wife was pregnant.
And she was in severe pain.
Somehow—
He managed to reach the hospital.
But maybe…
It was too late.
Doctors rushed her into the operation theatre.
Time passed.
Slowly.
Painfully.
After hours of waiting—
A doctor finally stepped out.
With news—
Of both loss…
And hope.
The man—
Qadir Khan—
Was blessed with a baby boy.
But…
He had lost his wife.
Holding his son in his arms—
He tried not to cry.
He tried to stay strong.
But he couldn't.
Tears fell freely.
Uncontrollably.
Because in that moment—
The only reason he had left to live…
Was in his hands.
A boy—
Born on 27 June 1990,
At 3:30 AM—
Had entered this world carrying a story…
Unlike any other.
A beginning—
Of a race that would never truly end.
Qadir Khan looked at his son…
And gave him a name.
Feroz Khan.