🟫: The Ground Beneath His Feet

🟫 Chapter 1 – The Collapse

Brahim was 47.
He had a small business, three employees, a home, a car, a tidy life.

Until one call changed everything:
his biggest contract was cancelled.

In six months, it all collapsed.
Bills. Delays. Bankruptcy.
He sold the house. Returned the keys.
His children looked at him differently. His wife… barely looked at all.

🟫 Chapter 2 – The Park Bench

He spent his days drifting. Sending CVs. Getting polite rejections.
One morning, he sat on a park bench he’d never really noticed before.
He stayed two hours.

The next day, he came back.
This time, instead of sitting, he walked.
Once around. Then twice.

🟫 Chapter 3 – Slow Steps

He didn’t try to run. Or heal.

He just walked.
One step. One breath. One moment of grounding.

It was the only thing he could control:
where he placed his foot.

He noticed trees. Wind. People.
He was no longer “a business owner.”
Just a man, standing. Tired. But present.

🟫 Chapter 4 – The Encounters

He met an old man who told him:

“I lost everything too. Then I found a bench.
Now I help others not to collapse there.”

They talked. Often.

He also met a woman picking up litter with a cloth bag.
She said:

“When I can’t clean up my life,
I clean the sidewalk.”

🟫 Chapter 5 – Coming Back

After three months of quiet walks, Brahim took a small job.
Nothing big. But a start.

He rented a small studio. Repaired his bike. Reframed his old pictures.

And one day, walking past his old office building,
he didn’t cry.

He smiled.

Because he’d found something no business had ever given him:
self-respect.

💡 Moral

You can lose your name, your role, your comfort.
But if you keep walking—just one step a day—
you’ll find the only ground that really matters:
the one beneath your feet.