Chapter 1 – Invisible Birth
Salimo was born on a silent dawn, without a celebration, without an announcement, without a newspaper entry. Only his fragile cry echoed through the mud house, mixed with the exhaustion of a mother who, despite her poverty, harbored a rare glow in her heart: hope.
He had no layette. His clothes were donated, and his makeshift crib was a wooden box lined with old cloths. Still, there was something precious in the air: every time she rocked him, she whispered in his ear—"You are greater than this beginning.".
In that forgotten neighborhood, where rain seeped through rooftops and the sun burned cracked walls, children grew up dreamless because they were taught that dreaming was a waste of time. But there was something different about Salimo. Even as a child, his eyes weren't content to gaze down at the beaten earth. He always looked ahead, as if searching for horizons no one else could see.
He was invisible to almost everyone. There were no visitors at the maternity ward, no cake on his first birthday, no expensive toys. But, in the silence of the early mornings, his mother believed. And this belief was the first inheritance Salimo would receive.
Because sometimes, what changes a destiny is not the wealth we are born into, but the strength of those who teach us to believe before we even know how to walk.
You can: It doesn't matter if your beginnings were small or invisible. What matters is the vision you carry within you. It's this vision that will make you visible to the world.
