他坐了十几个小时的飞机，却只上场26分钟。他没有教练指导，没有任何人陪同，比赛结束后也只能独自匆匆离去。他的名字叫亚拉-阿扎德-阿卜杜勒-哈米德，也是本届亚运会上，伊拉克队惟一的羽毛球运动员。不为别的，只为了自己心中的那份梦想。 — 向他学习吧！
Taking a 13 hour flight to London, alone. Playing in the games without a coach. Alone. (How did he even get into the Olympics without a coach? He must have trained so hard.) Leaving the court alone. How self-conscious he must feel. How desperately alone he must feel. Yet he presses on. He knew this would happen in Iraq. Dread would have tried to steer his heart away. Yet he chose to face his fears, knowing what he’d go through, knowing the crowd’s silence at his victory and cheering at his defeat would break his heart, knowing this self-consciousness and torment he’d go through, knowing how pathetic he must look, he still chose to go on. Why? He couldn’t ignore the fire in his heart. He couldn’t ignore the burning imprint of his Olympic dream in him. He couldn’t ignore the fact that his dream burnt far deeper than the skin-deep sear of loneliness, self-consciousness and slight humiliation.
This guy has all my respect. He is one athlete I will always remember. Thank you, Iraq’s one man badminton team, Yara Azad Abdulhamid.