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The Star of Al-Najm

Cristiano Ronaldo

By mariaPublished 6 months ago 3 min read

The Star of Al-Najm

In the shimmering heat of Riyadh, 2025, the city pulsed with anticipation. The King Saud Stadium was a cauldron of cheers, its stands packed for the AFC Champions League final. Cristiano Ronaldo, now 40, stood at the heart of Al-Nassr’s lineup, his eyes sharp as a falcon’s. His move to Saudi Arabia three years prior had transformed the club, but tonight wasn’t just about football. It was about a promise—one that tied him to Amira, a young poet from the desert village of Al-Najm, whose words had captured his heart.

Amira had grown up under the vast Arabian sky, her verses weaving tales of dunes and dreams. Her father, Faisal, a camel breeder, had scoffed when she sent her poetry to Ronaldo via a fan letter, inspired by his relentless drive. “A footballer won’t read your words,” he’d said. But Ronaldo did. Her lines about chasing stars despite the odds echoed his own life—from Madeira’s streets to global stardom. He’d written back, and their correspondence grew into late-night calls, her voice a melody across continents.

Now, Al-Najm faced ruin. A corporate conglomerate planned to drill for oil beneath the village, threatening its ancient wells and frankincense groves. Amira had rallied the community, her poetry broadcast on social media, drawing global attention. Ronaldo, moved by her courage, vowed to help. “Win the final,” she’d told him, “and dedicate it to Al-Najm. The world will listen.” He’d clutched the silver star pendant she’d sent him, its edges worn from his touch, and promised to do more than win—he’d shine for her.

The final pitted Al-Nassr against Qatar’s Al-Sadd. Ronaldo, captain and talisman, felt the weight of 80,000 fans and Amira’s hopes. His legs, though older, still danced with precision, his mind a master of the game. In the first half, Al-Sadd’s defense was ironclad, their goalkeeper deflecting Ronaldo’s signature free kick. At halftime, trailing 1-0, he rallied his team in the locker room, his voice steady. “This isn’t just for us. It’s for those who believe in us.” His teammates nodded, thinking of their own families, but Ronaldo saw Amira’s face, her eyes like the desert at dusk.

As the second half began, Riyadh’s night sky glittered, mirroring the stadium’s floodlights. Ronaldo moved like a storm, weaving past defenders. In the 70th minute, he won a penalty. The crowd held its breath as he placed the ball, the star pendant glinting under his jersey. He struck, the ball rocketing into the top corner. 1-1. The stadium erupted, chants of “Siuuu!” echoing. Amira, watching from Al-Najm’s communal screen, clutched her brother’s hand, tears welling.

With minutes left, Al-Nassr earned a corner. Ronaldo leaped, his athleticism defying time, and headed the ball into the net. 2-1. The crowd roared, but Ronaldo didn’t celebrate. He pulled the pendant from his jersey, kissed it, and pointed to the camera, mouthing, “For Al-Najm.” Social media exploded—#SaveAlNajm trended worldwide. Amira’s poetry, shared alongside clips of Ronaldo’s goal, went viral, amplified by his 600 million followers.

Post-match, Ronaldo didn’t stay for the trophy lift. He boarded a private jet to Al-Najm, landing on a makeshift airstrip by dawn. The village greeted him, children chanting his name, elders offering sweet tea. Amira stood by the ancient well, her abaya catching the sunrise. “You did it,” she said, voice trembling. Ronaldo smiled, his eyes crinkling. “We did it. Your words started this.” He’d leveraged his fame, securing a meeting with Saudi officials to protect Al-Najm’s land. The conglomerate’s plans were halted, the village’s wells and groves preserved.

That evening, under a sky ablaze with stars, Ronaldo and Amira walked the dunes. She recited a new poem, comparing him to a comet—brilliant, fleeting, yet eternal in its light. He listened, captivated, then took her hand. “I’m no comet,” he said. “I’m here.” The pendant gleamed between them, a symbol of a bond that transcended fame. Al-Najm’s story, like Ronaldo’s, became legend—a tale of a star who lit up a desert, and a poet who gave him a reason to shine.

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