The life of Akram, as he embarked on the journey through the Punjab, was like a ballet moving along the golden fields of wheat. However, the cruel destiny condemned him to poverty at the moment when he most needed a better life. His father's illness parked its shadow of despair above their lives and as in consequence became an unpleasant soil for Akram's dreams of medicine. Each day was more difficult than the previous with that burden heavy on his young shoulders as the degradation of his family's status intensified. And despite that, Akram was trying to wipe the tears which he was hiding amid the soil of his village, Punjab, only his desire to rewrite the story again stronger than the hardship of the life could not let him go down there.
