Dear Richers,

I'm writing to you not because I envy you, because of your status in life. I'm writing to you because I wish you had some compassion. Even just a scintilla of it.

I wish you knew what the words "Misqeen" and "Haraam" really mean. If you did, you'd probably feel for the people that you are constantly putting down. How dare you? You with all of your money? How dare you belittle and disparage those that are struggling to make a living in this country? How dare you look down on them for taking a few minutes of their time to scour the parking lot and look for carts so they could redeem the AED1 that was left in there by people who don't need it.

Please know that I am happy for you. That you never have to think of where to get your next meal. That you don't even think twice about throwing away half-eaten meals, because you probably have never experienced what it feels like to be hungry. That you don't have to worry about where your children will live and study. That your biggest monetary problem is where you're going to invest your next extra AED10k. I'm sorry that you don't understand and probably never will.

Don't you understand that these people are here working their asses off... And for what? AED500? AED800? And you, with your extremely high salary and Arabic allowance, have the audacity to look down and not even try to comprehend what these people have to go through. How they have to work under the sun and you get to sit in your airconditioned office... How could you? How could you even think of reprimanding them because of that? I know you're running a business, but c'mon?

Wala ka bang awa?!?!

I hope you drown in all of your money. Hayop ka.


As Always,
D.