Hayal

A world where prayer mingles with the hum of engines, and memories of bars and cold mornings replace alarm clocks. The dream has grown into reality - not glossy, but real: with family, brotherhood, and a constant balancing act between light and shadow. Here, “freedom” is a word with a taste of iron, and success comes with a touch of fatigue. The taste of life is bitter, like strong tea without sugar: you drink it, you grimace, but you pour yourself another cup anyway.