Man, what a day! I swear, Sabah-as-Salim really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I’m up early, right? Like, 5 AM early. I’m a machine milking operator, so I gotta be on my game. But today? Today was a whole different level of chaos.
First off, I’m driving down Al-Mahboula Street, and I’m half-awake, sipping my coffee like it’s the elixir of life. I hit a pothole so big, I thought I was gonna lose a tire. Seriously, who’s in charge of these roads? I mean, c’mon! It’s like driving through a minefield. I’m just trying to get to the farm, not audition for a stunt show.
Finally, I get to the milking station, and it’s packed. Like, I’m talking more cows than I’ve ever seen. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” But hey, I love my job. There’s something oddly satisfying about milking cows. It’s like, you get to chill with these big, gentle creatures. But today? Today was a circus.
So, I’m setting up the machines, and outta nowhere, Bessie decides she’s had enough. She kicks the machine like she’s auditioning for a rodeo. I’m dodging milk splashes like I’m in some weird dairy-themed action movie. I’m yelling, “Bessie, chill! We’re on the same team!” But she’s not having it. I mean, who knew cows could be so dramatic?
Then, just when I think it can’t get worse, my buddy Ahmed shows up late. He’s supposed to help me, but he strolls in like he’s on a catwalk. I’m like, “Dude, we’re milking cows, not modeling!” He just laughs and says, “Fashionably late, my friend.” Ugh, I could’ve used a little less fashion and a lot more help.
After the milking chaos, I decide to take a break. I hit up this little café on Al-Farwaniyah Street. Best place ever! They’ve got this killer karak tea. I’m sipping it, trying to calm down, when I overhear this guy talking about the new mall opening up. Apparently, it’s gonna have a cinema, bowling alley, and a food court that’ll make your head spin. I’m like, “Finally, something fun in this town!”
But then, I remember the traffic. Sabah-as-Salim traffic is no joke. It’s like a never-ending game of musical chairs, but with cars. I can already picture myself stuck for hours, just trying to get to the mall. Not worth it, man.
So, I head back to the farm, and guess what? The cows are all chill now. It’s like they sensed my stress and decided to be good. I’m milking away, feeling all zen, when suddenly, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m standing there in the dark, surrounded by cows, thinking, “This is how horror movies start.”
But then, I hear this weird noise. It’s Ahmed, trying to fix the generator. He’s cursing like a sailor, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s just so typical. We’re in the middle of nowhere, and he’s acting like he’s in a high-stakes drama.
Finally, the power comes back, and we finish up. I’m exhausted but happy. I love this job, even on the craziest days. As I’m driving home, I can’t help but think about how wild Sabah-as-Salim is. It’s got its quirks, for sure. The streets, the people, the cows—everything’s a little chaotic, but that’s what makes it home.
So yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in Sabah-as-Salim, where the cows kick, the roads are bumpy, and the tea is always hot. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!