Dad It Yourself- Life Repaired 3 Ways

Dad It Yourself- Life Repaired 3 Ways

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Dashell, Iqbal, and Younas couldn't be more different..., but their problems are the same. They weren't ready to be fathers in their 20's. Entrepreneur Dashell: Never married his hot Asian girlfriend, spends his days hustling to keep his business afloat, and his nights fucking women. That is, as long as they aren't dark skinned black, like him. Father to 2 boys. Artist Iqbal: Was the model brown, Muslim Pakistani kid, until he got divorced. His now ex wife, took the kids and left for blowing the family savings on an anime project that failed. Father to 2 boys, and 1 girl. Accomplished Mechanic Younas: Skilled with his hands in more ways than one. He's a walking stereotype of a good looking, light skinned black man, fully equipped with two baby mothers. No doubt on the verge of adding a third with the way he has careless sex. Father to 1 boy, and 1 girl. Now in their mid 30's, all live at home with their parents, are in debt and feel their lives are going nowhere. Each woman connected to them just feels..., nothing. Co-parenting is like pulling teeth, harmless queries about where a lunchbox is can turn into deep seated resentment and text wars about the past. Sick of where their lives are going, Dashell and Younas partner up to create a community space where people can fix up things they need to with some guidance for a low cost. A Do-It-Yourself Space. But they need help. Iqbal, a creative mind who can't fix up his own life; may just be the repair kit they need when he walks through their doors. A look at the nuances of being diverse, divorced dads who have to figure out how to "fix" their lives up for the sake of their kids. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

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