Vision Mission

The midday sun followed Amani and Malik into the cramped hallway of their apartment building, streaming through the glass-paneled door just before it clattered shut behind them. A faint echo lingered in the stairwell as both boys trudged up the short flight of steps, schoolbags swinging at their sides. The city's gentle spring warmth still clung to their jackets, leaving them half-zipped and slightly rumpled.

Inside their unit, a snug, two-bedroom on the building's east side, Malik kicked off his sneakers, groaning dramatically. "Bro, you think they'll cancel gym for the rest of the week?" he muttered, wincing as he rubbed his ribs. "I'm still feeling that Ajax right-back's elbow from Monday. Honestly thought I broke something."