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Khaled was the fastest boy in the third grade and the best at football. He ran with the ball as if it were glued to his foot and kicked so hard that the goalkeeper only saw the ball once it was in the net. When Mr. Waleed, the sports teacher, announced the big school league between classes and said that every class would choose a captain for its team, all the children raised their hands and shouted, "Khaled! Khaled!" Khaled was delighted. He stood in front of them and said, "I promise you we'll win the cup this year!"
In the sports lesson the class stood in a long line on the field, and Mr. Waleed said, "Khaled, choose seven players for the starting team." Khaled began choosing quickly: Sami, because he was an excellent goalkeeper; Ammar, because he was strong in defense; Talal, because he could shoot from far away. And so he chose the fastest, the strongest and the tallest. Everyone who was chosen jumped for joy and ran to Khaled's side. At the end of the line three boys were left, and one of them was Basel.
Basel was a thin, quiet boy who wore round glasses and loved reading and solving puzzles. He didn't run fast, and when the ball came to him he hesitated a little before kicking it. So he was always the last to be picked in every game, or he wasn't picked at all. Basel stood looking at his shoes, trying to look as if he didn't care, but for a moment Khaled saw his sad eyes behind his glasses. Then Khaled quickly turned away and said, "Done. That's our team." Basel sat on the wooden bench beside the field with the substitutes.
The league began, and Khaled's team won the first match by three goals and the second by two. Khaled scored most of the goals himself, running with the ball from one end of the field to the other and hardly ever passing. The children clapped and cheered his name. As for Basel, he sat on the bench every time, watching the game closely and writing something in a small blue notebook. Once Ammar asked him mockingly, "What are you writing, Basel? A poem about the ball?" Some of the boys laughed, and Basel quickly shut his notebook, his face turning red.
Then came the semi-final against the fourth grade, the strongest team in the school, with older and taller boys. The game began, and whenever Khaled got the ball, two or three players from the other team ran at him and surrounded him so he couldn't move forward. He tried once, twice, ten times, and every time he lost the ball. At the end of the first half the fourth grade scored a goal. Khaled's team sat down at half-time, tired. "Why don't you pass the ball, Khaled?" said Talal angrily. "They know you'll always try on your own!" said Sami.
Khaled sat on the ground with his head down. He didn't know what to do. Suddenly he saw Basel standing in front of him with his blue notebook in his hand. "Khaled," Basel said quietly, "can I show you something?" Khaled almost said "Not now," but he remembered Basel's sad eyes on choosing day and said, "Go ahead." Basel opened the notebook. It was full of careful drawings of the field, with arrows, lines and circles. "I watch all the games," said Basel. "The fourth-grade team all run towards you when you get the ball, so the left side of the field is left completely empty. If you pass the ball to the left quickly, Talal will find himself alone in front of the goal."
Khaled looked at the drawings in amazement, then looked at the field and saw that Basel was right. "How did you notice that?" Basel smiled shyly. "When you sit on the bench for a long time, you can see the whole field." Khaled felt something heavy in his chest as he remembered how they had laughed at Basel's notebook. Then he stood up and said to the team, "Listen, everyone. Basel has noticed something important, and I want us to try his plan." Then he turned to Mr. Waleed. "Sir, I'd like Basel to play in the second half in my place in the middle, and I'll play on the right."
Everyone was surprised. "Basel? But he's slow!" said Ammar. "Basel doesn't need to be fast," said Khaled. "He sees where the ball should go, and we need someone who sees." Mr. Waleed smiled and agreed, and Basel went onto the field for the first time in the league, his heart pounding. Before the game started, Khaled went up to him and said, "I'm sorry I didn't pick you at the start. I thought the team only needed fast feet, and I forgot it needs a mind too." Basel smiled. "It's all right. What matters now is that we play together."
The second half began. Just as Basel had predicted, the fourth-grade players ran towards Khaled whenever he came near the ball. But this time the ball wasn't with Khaled; it was with Basel in the middle. Basel paused for a moment, looked, then made a calm, long pass to the left, where Talal was alone. Talal ran, shot, and goal! The field exploded with applause. The whole team ran to Basel and lifted him onto their shoulders, and the first to reach him was Khaled.
The score was level, and both teams played with all their hearts. One minute before the end of the game, Basel got the ball again and saw Khaled on the right, where the defenders had left space because they kept watching the left. He passed the ball to him precisely. Khaled received it, and he could have shot himself, but he saw that Sami was standing in a better position in front of the goal, so he passed to him. Sami shot, and a second goal! The match ended with the third grade winning two goals to one.
After the match the team gathered in a circle. "I want to say something," said Khaled. "At the start I chose the team thinking only about myself and about winning. But today I understood that a team isn't a captain with players following him. It's friends, and each one has something special." Then he turned to Ammar. "And we owe Basel an apology, because we laughed at his notebook." Ammar scratched his head. "Sorry, Basel. Your notebook is better than all the poems in the world!" Everyone laughed, and Basel laughed most of all.
In the final, Basel played from the very first minute. At half-time he brought out his blue notebook, and Khaled sat with him so they could plan together. Khaled began passing more and lifting his head to see his teammates before he shot. When the team won the cup, Khaled asked Mr. Waleed if all the players could lift it together, so they raised it with all their hands, even the substitutes. When the teacher asked the captain to say a few words, Khaled said, "This cup belongs to the whole team, and to the one who sat on the bench and saw what we didn't."
Khaled learned that a true leader doesn't only choose people who are like him. A true leader looks for the hidden talent in everyone, listens to the quiet ones before the loud ones, and apologizes when he is wrong. And the children in the class learned that each of us has a different strength, that a team wins when every member feels important, and that judging people by how they look or how fast they are makes us miss the best things about them.
In the sports lesson the class stood in a long line on the field, and Mr. Waleed said, "Khaled, choose seven players for the starting team." Khaled began choosing quickly: Sami, because he was an excellent goalkeeper; Ammar, because he was strong in defense; Talal, because he could shoot from far away. And so he chose the fastest, the strongest and the tallest. Everyone who was chosen jumped for joy and ran to Khaled's side. At the end of the line three boys were left, and one of them was Basel.
Basel was a thin, quiet boy who wore round glasses and loved reading and solving puzzles. He didn't run fast, and when the ball came to him he hesitated a little before kicking it. So he was always the last to be picked in every game, or he wasn't picked at all. Basel stood looking at his shoes, trying to look as if he didn't care, but for a moment Khaled saw his sad eyes behind his glasses. Then Khaled quickly turned away and said, "Done. That's our team." Basel sat on the wooden bench beside the field with the substitutes.
The league began, and Khaled's team won the first match by three goals and the second by two. Khaled scored most of the goals himself, running with the ball from one end of the field to the other and hardly ever passing. The children clapped and cheered his name. As for Basel, he sat on the bench every time, watching the game closely and writing something in a small blue notebook. Once Ammar asked him mockingly, "What are you writing, Basel? A poem about the ball?" Some of the boys laughed, and Basel quickly shut his notebook, his face turning red.
Then came the semi-final against the fourth grade, the strongest team in the school, with older and taller boys. The game began, and whenever Khaled got the ball, two or three players from the other team ran at him and surrounded him so he couldn't move forward. He tried once, twice, ten times, and every time he lost the ball. At the end of the first half the fourth grade scored a goal. Khaled's team sat down at half-time, tired. "Why don't you pass the ball, Khaled?" said Talal angrily. "They know you'll always try on your own!" said Sami.
Khaled sat on the ground with his head down. He didn't know what to do. Suddenly he saw Basel standing in front of him with his blue notebook in his hand. "Khaled," Basel said quietly, "can I show you something?" Khaled almost said "Not now," but he remembered Basel's sad eyes on choosing day and said, "Go ahead." Basel opened the notebook. It was full of careful drawings of the field, with arrows, lines and circles. "I watch all the games," said Basel. "The fourth-grade team all run towards you when you get the ball, so the left side of the field is left completely empty. If you pass the ball to the left quickly, Talal will find himself alone in front of the goal."
Khaled looked at the drawings in amazement, then looked at the field and saw that Basel was right. "How did you notice that?" Basel smiled shyly. "When you sit on the bench for a long time, you can see the whole field." Khaled felt something heavy in his chest as he remembered how they had laughed at Basel's notebook. Then he stood up and said to the team, "Listen, everyone. Basel has noticed something important, and I want us to try his plan." Then he turned to Mr. Waleed. "Sir, I'd like Basel to play in the second half in my place in the middle, and I'll play on the right."
Everyone was surprised. "Basel? But he's slow!" said Ammar. "Basel doesn't need to be fast," said Khaled. "He sees where the ball should go, and we need someone who sees." Mr. Waleed smiled and agreed, and Basel went onto the field for the first time in the league, his heart pounding. Before the game started, Khaled went up to him and said, "I'm sorry I didn't pick you at the start. I thought the team only needed fast feet, and I forgot it needs a mind too." Basel smiled. "It's all right. What matters now is that we play together."
The second half began. Just as Basel had predicted, the fourth-grade players ran towards Khaled whenever he came near the ball. But this time the ball wasn't with Khaled; it was with Basel in the middle. Basel paused for a moment, looked, then made a calm, long pass to the left, where Talal was alone. Talal ran, shot, and goal! The field exploded with applause. The whole team ran to Basel and lifted him onto their shoulders, and the first to reach him was Khaled.
The score was level, and both teams played with all their hearts. One minute before the end of the game, Basel got the ball again and saw Khaled on the right, where the defenders had left space because they kept watching the left. He passed the ball to him precisely. Khaled received it, and he could have shot himself, but he saw that Sami was standing in a better position in front of the goal, so he passed to him. Sami shot, and a second goal! The match ended with the third grade winning two goals to one.
After the match the team gathered in a circle. "I want to say something," said Khaled. "At the start I chose the team thinking only about myself and about winning. But today I understood that a team isn't a captain with players following him. It's friends, and each one has something special." Then he turned to Ammar. "And we owe Basel an apology, because we laughed at his notebook." Ammar scratched his head. "Sorry, Basel. Your notebook is better than all the poems in the world!" Everyone laughed, and Basel laughed most of all.
In the final, Basel played from the very first minute. At half-time he brought out his blue notebook, and Khaled sat with him so they could plan together. Khaled began passing more and lifting his head to see his teammates before he shot. When the team won the cup, Khaled asked Mr. Waleed if all the players could lift it together, so they raised it with all their hands, even the substitutes. When the teacher asked the captain to say a few words, Khaled said, "This cup belongs to the whole team, and to the one who sat on the bench and saw what we didn't."
Khaled learned that a true leader doesn't only choose people who are like him. A true leader looks for the hidden talent in everyone, listens to the quiet ones before the loud ones, and apologizes when he is wrong. And the children in the class learned that each of us has a different strength, that a team wins when every member feels important, and that judging people by how they look or how fast they are makes us miss the best things about them.
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