Hello, I am Mustafa. This is my first time writing a story. I hope you support me. I am from Iraq. Let's begin.
Part One: In the heart of a house filled with the noise of his two older brothers, where the sounds of video games compete with the din of car engines, Mustafa (16 years old) experienced a strange feeling of isolation. He wasn't lonely in the literal sense; he had two older brothers. But their enormity didn't fill the void left by his sister's absence. Mustafa longed for a different kind of companionship, one that would understand his strange passion for anime and analyze its complex scenes without labeling him as childish. He felt his soul needed a romantic partner, not just a roommate. His room was his sanctuary, and a small corner in front of his screen was his world. He often found himself lost in thought, wishing for someone to share his frenzied excitement for a new season or his anxiety over the fate of a fictional hero. Meeting him on social media one night, while scrolling through the internet in search of new anime leaks, he decided to join a fun anime group dedicated to anime and manga fans. There, in the midst of the heated debate over one of the episode's storylines, a message written by a girl caught his attention. Her message had a sense of humor and intelligence that caught his eye. Mustafa felt an unjustified rush, driven by his need to talk to this entertaining mind. Without hesitation, he clicked on the account name and sent a simple, direct private message: "Hello." Minutes later, he received a reply. The girl's name was Rose. She lived in another country, far away, separated by about three hours of time zones, but she replied enthusiastically: "Welcome! It seems we share the same madness." Mustafa felt a genuine smile spread across his face. Of course. This wasn't just a casual conversation; this was the beginning of something different, something his heart had been yearning for without fully realizing it.