“I’m Zakaria. I am 31 years old. I realize that I am a grown man, but I need my mom, as in the first years of my life. I am disabled, no matter how rude this word sounds. Yes, I am like this. I've been half-human for 10 years now. If not for my mother, I probably would not have been able to move at all. She makes me live. She wakes me up in the morning to do my exercises. I have no idea where she gets so much energy. She says to me: "I can do anything for you, but I cannot do exercises instead of you." She has been enduring my bad temper for 10 years now. She endures all my failures. And my small victories are only her merit. The fact that I can stand, eat and speak on my own is all thanks to my mother. "