Remember when the struggle was
truly real, when you had to ride to class by hitching and jumping on the back
of speeding trucks, when saving was more important to you than safety,
especially when the school bus was gone and you were as broke as my fridge.
Remember when you had to wear a pair of EWING 33s for two years, and you
weren’t the first user.
Remember those days when ‘lahass’
soup from the Berber’s Dibiterie (grilled meat joint) was the best treat you
can get, when owning one of Nokia’s 3000 series mobile phones was the bomb.
Remember when you became a hardship-induced Top Shotta, and said you had no
interest in wheeling girls, because in your head, those chicks of your wet
dreams won't give you the time of day.
Today you've gotten through all
those unpleasant situations; you’re moneyed now. You got a high-paying job and
lead an affluent lifestyle. You have an outdoor fireplace for weekend
barbecues. You celebrate your birthdays in the club. I was even told that the
Bimma you ride is somewhat customised? But you still think your level of
economic productivity and sophistication is not enough to be grateful for?
Say: Alhamdulillah (الحمد لله)
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