The Making of a Monster

Once there was a boy named Izaan.He lived in a small town, poor but peaceful. Izaan was kind, honest, and always helped others. His mother worked as a cleaner, and his father had died when Izaan was just three years old. Even though they were poor, Izaan’s mother always taught him to stay honest, never lie, and believe in hard work.Izaan believed her. He studied hard, worked part-time in shops, and dreamed of becoming a police officer to protect people and make his mother proud. But the world wasn’t kind to Izaan.

The First Fall

When Izaan turned 18, he applied for the police academy. He passed the test, scored high, and waited for the final interview. He was sure he would be selected.But he wasn’t. Later, he found out why.A rich man’s son, who failed the test, got the job because his father paid a bribe. Izaan didn’t have money or connections. His hard work meant nothing.He cried that night. Not because he lost a job—but because truth lost and corruption won. Still, Izaan didn’t give up. He told himself, “Maybe next time.”

The Deeper Wound

Izaan began working in a warehouse, saving money and helping his mother. One day, a man accused him of stealing.“I saw him take the money!” the man shouted.Izaan was shocked. “I didn’t! I would never!”But no one listened. The police arrested him. The court gave him 3 months in jail. In jail, Izaan saw the real face of society. He met men who were innocent but poor—just like him. The rich criminals were treated like kings, while the poor ones were beaten, starved, and forgotten.

When Izaan returned home, he was no longer called “Izaan the kind boy.” People whispered, “He is a thief.” No one hired him. His mother couldn’t stop crying.That night, something inside Izaan broke. He looked in the mirror and whispered, “If this world only respects power and money… then I will take both.”

The Rise of the Villain

Izaan started small. He joined a local gang. At first, he did it just to earn money—but later, he became smarter and more dangerous. He learned how to lie, cheat, and control people.He became known as “Izaan Bhai.”He helped the poor but punished the rich who abused power. People feared him, but some also respected him. They said, “He is bad, but at least he is fair.”Izaan became what society had made him: **a monster with a heart**.

The Police Officer Who Knew Him

One day, a young police officer named Areeba was sent to catch Izaan. She had read his file.“Once a good boy… now a criminal,” she said. But something felt strange.She went to Izaan’s old neighborhood and spoke to his mother, who now lived alone and sick.“Izaan was a good boy,” the mother whispered. “But this world… it broke him.”Areeba understood. She met Izaan in secret and asked, “Why did you become this?”Izaan smiled sadly. “I didn’t become this. **They made me this.** I gave love, they gave hate. I gave truth, they gave lies. Now I give them what they gave me.”

The Final Choice

Areeba said, “You still have a chance. Use your power to help, not hurt.”Izaan thought for days. He started giving food to the poor, protecting women from abuse, and helping students. People began calling him a *dark hero*.But the government saw him as a criminal. They sent police to arrest him again.One night, in a big raid, Izaan was surrounded.He looked at the sky and whispered, “Mother, I tried.”He didn’t fight back.He was arrested, but this time, the story was different. People came out in protest.“He is not a criminal! He’s our hero!”Even Areeba stood in court and told Izaan’s full story.

Izaan was sent to jail again—but this time, people remembered his name with respect.He wrote a letter from jail

> “I was not born evil. I was born hopeful. But the world killed that hope. So I became what they feared.

> But I forgive them.

> Because now they see the truth. The real enemy is not me. It is injustice.

> I wanted to protect, to serve, to make my mother proud.

> But the world I believed in… never believed in me.

> They crushed my truth with lies.

> They answered my honesty with silence.

> They punished me for being poor, for being kind, for being real.

> So I became what they called me—what they feared.

> Not because I wanted to, but because they gave me no choice.

> I do not hate them.

> I understand now—this world loves masks, not truth.

> But still, I forgive.

> I forgive those who broke me.

> Because maybe… just maybe…

> My broken voice can still become a light for others.

> I am not your enemy.

> I am your mirror.

> Look at me—and see what your injustice has made.

> The real enemy is not the man behind bars.

> The real enemy… is the system that put him there."

His letter was published in newspapers. Many began to speak against corruption and unfair laws.

Izaan, the boy they broke, became **a voice they could not silence**.

The End