Childhood for Ismael wasn't as enjoyable, nice and fun packed like it was for many kids. His lamentation started right in the cradle, being abandoned, without care. Life may seem not fair enough for little Ismael but he grew use to it in no time.
Kids being kids, in his first grade he came across this other kid and things didn't go on well between them. As it usually turns out to be, they became friends along the line and they grew fond of each other.
Ismael got into the Ministry and things went so well with him until his friend came to the scene again. Although things were a little rough between them as kids; he thought his friend had probably grown out of it all. Sad enough; his nightmares have just begun. His childhood friend conspired against him. His friend wanted to be the minister and the only way he could get that done was to get Ismael out of the way, which he did by framing him up for a crime he never committed; and he took over his place as minister. Ismael was not even given a chance to prove that it was all a conspiracy; he tried so hard but was forced into silence.
Ismael was ripped off everything he ever worked for by the one he trusted the most. He was a lonely child until he met his friend; although they fought; they became friends and now he's turned his back on him. All he had was gone with this friend and he had no one to turn to either.
Ismael thought drinking his problem away could be a way out but the more he drank, the more bottled his life seemed. It was a torture for Ismael, to see his friend take over his position as a minister. As Ismael kept on drinking he thought of what he would do to pay his friend for such a wicked act. Many ideas brushed through his mind and he just couldn't stand the hurt any more and finally he made up his mind as to what to do. His mind yelled "DEATH"; and he agreed on that.
He made his way to the place he use to call his office before he was overthrown.