In a small village in Egypt called Nagrig, a little boy named Mohamed loved to run. But he didn’t just run for fun—he ran after a dream.
Mohamed’s dream was football. Every day after school, he would grab his ball and run to the nearest field. He didn’t have fancy shoes or a real football, but that didn’t matter. He played with all his heart.
Life wasn’t easy. His village was far from the big city, and the best football clubs were hours away. But Mohamed never gave up. He would wake up early, take several buses, and travel for hours just to reach the training ground. Then he’d train hard, smile, and travel all the way back home—sometimes not returning until midnight.
“Someday,” he would whisper to himself, “the world will know my name.”
Mohamed’s hard work paid off. A club called El Mokawloon noticed him, and he started playing professionally in Egypt. But that was just the beginning.
Soon, he flew across the sea to Europe. He played in Switzerland, England, and Italy. It wasn’t always easy. At one big club, he didn’t get many chances to play. People said he wasn’t good enough.
But Mohamed believed in himself. He kept working, kept smiling, and kept running—just like when he was a boy in Nagrig.
Then came the moment that changed everything: he joined Liverpool. There, he became a star. He scored amazing goals, won big trophies, and helped his team become the best in Europe.
But even with all his success, Mohamed never forgot where he came from. He built schools and hospitals in his village. He gave money to people in need. And he stayed humble and kind.
Mohamed Salah didn’t just become a football hero. He became a hero of hope—a boy who chased his dream and caught it.
