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I first met Ramzan Babar when we were working together. He wasn’t just a familiar face from the village; he was my friend, someone I shared daily life and close moments with. When he got sick, I watched the whole thing unfold right in front of my eyes. And Abdul Majeed? He is my friend too. Both of them were part of my life, which makes their stories hit so close to home. Writing about this isn't about recounting distant rumors—these were my people, my colleagues, and my friends. When Ramzan died at 29, and when Majeed fought his way back to fifty and is still farming today, I saw the difference up close. They both had cancer. The only real difference was the people standing around their beds. Life gets messy fast. When a brutal illness hits, it doesn't just attack the body. It goes straight for your head. Part I: Muhammad Ramzan Babar — A Spirit Broken Back in 2011, cancer hit Ramzan Babar hard. He came from a poor family, married young, and spent his days ...

Three years ago, I was just staring at my ceiling at two in the morning. I remember thinking, "Man, this is it. Tomorrow everything changes." Morning came, I felt pumped, and then reality hit. A few days passed, then a few months, and honestly? Just like that, three years vanished. Looking back now, I'm standing right where I started. The only difference is I'm three years older and way more frustrated. Books won't tell you this stuff because it's messy, but if you're stuck in that exact same loop, here is the raw truth from those wasted years: 1. "I will start tomorrow" — The biggest lie I remember wasting months waiting for the "right time" to start my first real project. I kept telling myself I needed better gear, a better setup, a clear head. To be real? That was just a lazy excuse. Time slips away just like scrolling on your phone till midnight—you don't even realize how fast the hours burn until it's ...