In the vibrant, chaotic city of Beirut, a place where the Mediterranean's waves collided with crumbling shores, a boy named Johny was born. His home was nestled deep in the heart of the city, surrounded by the echoes of honking cars, the smell of shawarma and freshly baked mankoushe from street vendors, and the perpetual buzz of life. Beirut, with its mix of old and new, of resilience and devastation, was a place where dreams were often born but rarely fulfilled. For Johny, those dreams seemed distant, stolen by circumstances no child should have to face. His life, like the city he loved, was one of survival and loss, and the battles he fought came far too early.