You will never be a real Oriental. You have no eastern perfume, you have no traditional carpets, you have no spices, your trades are shit. You are a culturally inferior white man twisted by globohomo and Lebanese soap operas into a crude mockery of allah's perfection.
All the “salems” you get are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock people mock how you call your vape a hookah. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you because you aren't a real arab, your “friends” laugh at your terrible pronunciation of Arabic and limited vocabulary behind closed doors.
Menas are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed MENAs to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even araboos who “pass” look gay and retarded to a mena. Your retardation is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk mena home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your cheap Indian incense, and your botched circumcision you did yourself at home.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake "Marhaba" every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment or having a white son. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your European birth name, not your the fake Arab one you called yourself. and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a white timmycel is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is cringe YouTube videos fishing for sympathy about being a Muslim convert(REVERT) in the west.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
All the “salems” you get are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock people mock how you call your vape a hookah. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you because you aren't a real arab, your “friends” laugh at your terrible pronunciation of Arabic and limited vocabulary behind closed doors.
Menas are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed MENAs to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even araboos who “pass” look gay and retarded to a mena. Your retardation is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk mena home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your cheap Indian incense, and your botched circumcision you did yourself at home.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake "Marhaba" every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment or having a white son. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your European birth name, not your the fake Arab one you called yourself. and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a white timmycel is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is cringe YouTube videos fishing for sympathy about being a Muslim convert(REVERT) in the west.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
