The sun was setting over the training ground, casting long shadows as Zakaria Aboukhlal jogged to the edge of the pitch, ball at his feet. Sweat glistened on his forehead, but his eyes burned with determination.

“Zakaria, take it easy!” the coach called out, waving him over.

He skidded to a halt, chest heaving. “Coach, I need to push harder. If I don’t, someone else will take my spot.”

The coach shook his head, a knowing smile on his face. “Speed is your weapon, but control is your shield. Remember, it’s not just about running fast—it’s about running smart.”

Zakaria grinned. “Got it. But next time, you’re the one chasing me down.”

“Deal,” the coach laughed. “Now show me what you’ve got in the next drill.”

With a fierce nod, Zakaria sprinted back to the drill, ready to prove he was more than just speed — he was a force.