It all began in Brunei. Just another afternoon with my friend in the neighborhood.

Our football had fallen into a roadside gutter covered with heavy concrete slabs. As I went down to retrieve it, my friend held one of the slabs open. But when an insect crawled near him, he panicked and let go. That slab dropped down hard beside my face just inches from my eye.

I didn’t lose my vision, but I was left with a scar that still lives with me.

Under semi-anesthesia, I could feel the stitches being sewn into my skin, fully conscious, fully aware of the pain. ’162’ a number i keep close, resembling 16 stitches in 2 layers. That moment never left me. It wasn’t just an injury. It became a symbol of how close we all live to life changing moments, and how we carry them with us.

We’ve all been through something. But some of us never forget.

A reminder that fragile moments can turn into our greatest strength.

‘SCAR’ exists for those who wear what they’ve lived.

 

– Zawad Ahmed

Founder of SCAR