Yamani was born in New York. No he wasn’t a city boy, but rather a boy who grew up in the rough parts of the bronx. Yamani was abandoned at the age of 3 by his father. Throughout his childhood it it was a heavy barron to carry. Those days at school, where its “bring your father to school day” Yamani always use to sit alone, he hated the kids around him because everyone had their dad but him. It created a sense of anger inside him. At the age of 14, Yamani had to hold the father figure for his entire family which gave him the responsibility of supporting his mother and his 3 younger siblings. He wanted to be better than his dad and always had that mentality. His mom was an alcoholic and drug attic, never gave much attention to her kids so Yamani did anything for a quick buck. Their were days and night where yamani would have to eat rice with milk and other days where he would have to transport drugs just to make some quick money. As this went on as a regular repetitive ordeal, Yamani was getting more comfortable through the years and taking bigger offers. Along the way, Yamani met a guy named hector, which was also a transporter. They both were partnered to transport drugs across the border over to chernarus. Now at first, Yamani was not pleased with this offer until he heard the payout of it. His mentality was set, and was ready to do the job. No more poverty, no more suffering, and no more struggling. This was his big breakthrough for his family, to take them out of the bronx and move them to a safer neighborhood. To do what his father should’ve done. So it was set, 2500 miles north over to Chernarus on a boat. Yamani was aware of the risk he was taking, and the consequences that could ruin his life for good. To never be able to see his family again. It burned him up so bad inside, but it was worth it. Weeks went by and it was time to enter the border of chernarus. The most dangerous part of this voyage. 3 days later, Yamani was in the back of a police boat being transported to a police station. He was put on numerous drug trafficking charges. However, hector escaped and turned his back on Yamani. Thought processing the betrayal of both himself and his family. Months later…. Yamani writes in his book “It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend”. It still hurts him what hector did. Days went by and within the inmates he hears the talks of a breakout. Prison guards have been keeping it from the inmates and no information has been given to them. Through the months Yamani has built up so much rage, knowing that seeing his family his far from happening. He feels as if he followed his dads footsteps, leaving his family behind. A loud alarm roars through the prison, gates open and inmates running. It was like a dream, Yamani holds still and watches everything. Gun fire, “it sounded like bombs” Yamani wrote in his book. Bam, and he’s smacked in the back of his head. He drops down knocked out, with no senses, and rather a black image. A shine of light, a really bright light appears as he wakes. It was so bright it was unbearable for him to see. The only thing he sees his a man walking towards him, and he reaches down with his hand. “Hey get up yamani”. It was hector. Nearby he picks up his book, that was just the introduction.