Sabr Ghuraba The Weight 0.1

This is the story of a brother they called Ayyub. His world was loud until the day the noise outside stopped, and that's when he heard the real storm—the quiet one—raging inside him. They left him for broken, thought they'd won. But a man isn't defined by the blow that knocks him down. He's defined by the ground that brings him back to his knees, not in defeat, but in prayer. In that prayer, he found his tools: his weapon was submission, his shield was his faith. That was his cement. That's what made him solid. This is a story about the cage inside every man's soul, and the key placed in his hand when he's ready to see it. This is Ayyub's story.