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Oh, and her nails? Long as hell—could claw yer eyes out. Prolly does, if ya cross her! I’m imaginin’ her flippin’ off cops, yellin’, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Total badass. “Time flows like a river,” movie vibes again—her life’s a damn flood, rushin’ past us normies. Bet she’s got a pimp she hates, or maybe she’s solo—queen of her own hustle. Either way, respect, yo—she’s livin’ louder than most. It’s showtime, baby—she’s stealin’ the spotlight!

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Amir. We used to run around Kafr-Qari- like we owned the place. We ended up at the park near Al-Nasr Street, just reminiscing. You know, the good ol’ days. But then he started talking about his new job. Ugh, corporate life. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Dude, you’re selling your soul!” I said. He just laughed it off.

Shahat Muhammad Anwar’s Recitation of Verses from Surah Ad-Dukhan