Guys like me bro, we are at the bottom of the wealth concentration bro. Apply for jobs on a million portals. We can get the best education. Run our enterprises. Rank as hard as we can. Pitch to a hundred places. Do the work that three people in the room couldn’t.
Muslim. Brown. Men? Forget about it.
You will only always reach n-1 of the n we work for. Every time. This is the hard truth. Every time, you hold a position. You were overqualified for. Every job, you are overworked for.
What even is social entrepreneurship? What? Sell sugar to children and call it solving hunger? What?
Who decided what social cause was worth it? Who allowed you to charge for a social cause? You say climate change, I see carbon credits. Rebrand and extract.
Made to forget. To be afraid to even hint divine moral supremacy. The highest system. The truth is that, the social balance is not in our favour. And I am not victimising myself here. Quite the opposite.
Activate the superior system we have, in play. We had just systems in place. In the golden age, Muslim brown men ruled this earth. But the corruption rotted our hearts. It still infects our soul. The systems established. Planning, demanding our surrender, our obedience to this deceptive mediocre technocracy. Where men like us are but cogs in their grand machine.
This the jungle and we have been brought to our knees.
But the law of the jungle dictates: the lion eats the grazing sheep. And it can only be caged for so long.
Basic civilisation cycle 101. You get rich, you get fat, you get lazy, The desperate get hungry, then they hunt. The hungry always eat the comfortable. Repeat. The cycle resets. History rhymes, every time.
The jungle doesn’t negotiate.
References
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Ibn Khaldun, Muqaddimah (1377) — The concept of asabiyyah: group solidarity forged under hardship, eroded by sedentary comfort (excess), replaced by a hungrier group from the periphery. Each dynasty carries the seeds of its own collapse. The cycle runs approximately three generations (~120 years).
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“History never repeats itself, but it rhymes” — widely attributed to Mark Twain, unverified. First documented attribution appears in 1970, sixty years after his death. Twain did write in The Gilded Age (1874): “History never repeats itself, but the Kaleidoscopic combinations of the pictured present often seem to be constructed out of the broken fragments of antique legends.” Close enough.