2025 (now).
Opener GP of the season. The crowds screaming and chanting driver's names as they made their way to the cars. The sun decides to hide behind a few clouds of its own. The conditions were perfect.
Today Ebrahim stood alongside Kimi Antonelli for Mercedes and Olliver Bearman for Haas as a rookie in McLaren. He was racing alongside Oscar Piastri who was known for his skills. Today Carlos Sainz (Ebi's idol if you haven't realized) debuts with Williams leaving his Ferrari spot for Lewis Hamilton who was to race alongside Charles Leclerc on the same team.
For the first time in his life, Ebrahim walked onto the circuit and got ready to race. This was it. Ebi was about to prove himself to McLaren, his family, friends and the world. Ebrahim had to win.
He ranked P6 on the qualifyings the day before. Carlos Sainz was P7. He hoped Carlos Sainz would notice.
Ebrahim pulled himself together and turned his 'Focus Mode' on.
The lights overhead glowed red, one by one, until all five pulsed in unison. Silence reigned — engines idling, tires humming softly, every driver poised for the moment.
In Ebrahim's helmet, his heart drummed like a starting pistol. He gripped the steering wheel, feet poised on clutch and throttle. His world narrowed to two things: the lights, and the car ahead.
Then, click — the lights went out. He launched forward. The roar of engines erupted.
He flinched — his launch wasn't perfect, tires chirping under torque. But he held his line, gunned the throttle, watched as others darted alongside. Into Turn 1 they burst — elbows-in, brakes slamming, adrenaline spilling.
Time seemed to slow. Ebrahim's senses tuned — watching mirrors, modulating throttle, shifting gear.
He managed to hold his position, adrenaline searing through him. He survived Turn 1. He was racing.
If it hadn't been for McLaren to call him out and ask him to race there, Ebi wouldn't have been able to live this moment in real life and feel what it's like. This is every F1 fan's dream.
McLaren is Ebrahim's everything. The day he got asked to race for them was one of the best for him. Who wouldn't wanna begin on the same team as Carlos Sainz began?
Ebrahim was quickly climbing to the podium and by lap 35 already secured P2.
"Rookie Ebrahim is in P2!! Will he keep it or will George Russel take over?"
Lap after lap Ebrahim drove on. He liked the speed. He liked the action. Twice he almost took over Max Verstappen. Ebi guarded his position with his life.
There was absolutely no way that George could take over, he thought.
He was right. George could not take over. I wasn't going to let that happen.
Now you might be wondering, who am I? You have the right to wonder. It doesn't exactly make sense for a story to come from someone who knows everything about everyone's point of view. That is it's not exactly happening here either. I don't know everything about everyone. I know everything about everyone I was willed to know about, if you understand what I mean. I get the knowledge and the orders on how someone's life would look like.
And I work on making it true.
My job ends there.
I'm what pulls people to their fate. I am fate itself. Period. End of story.