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About Ahmadi

First off, it ain’t like orderin’ pizza. You don’t just yell “delivery!” and bam, there’s a chick at your door. Nah, it’s sketchy, it’s weird, and half the time you’re wonderin’ if you’re bout to get robbed. Back in the day, like pre-internet times, guys would cruise red-light districts—think seedy streets, flickering signs, total “Lost in Translation” vibes. “What am I doing here?” you’d mutter, feelin’ like a ghost in your own damn life. Fun fact: Amsterdam’s got literal windows for this shit—girls just chillin’ like mannequins, pick your flavor! Wild, right?

At The Close Of Ramadan, Reflecting On This Sojourn Of Restraint And Spiritual Self-Help

Intend to live your life Islamically, start in the best way you know, and leave the rest in Allah’s hands. The blessings will rain down upon you. Never return to a prostitute again, and be firm. .

Suddenly, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some insane tricks. Dude’s juggling fire! Like, who does that? I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “This guy’s either brave or just plain crazy.” But hey, I’m all for some entertainment. I toss him a few coins. He winks at me. I’m like, “Bro, I’m not your fan club!”

Welcome to Salmiya, the Kuwait city so unloved by its expat population