I remember as kid going with my older brother to defend our xafad against kids from another xafad in Xamar, good times. It was dog eat dog world.
My uncle would visit us and say bbc isar adeer we named him bbc. Whenever he came over we would all say BBC is at the door. There was another aunt we named her cnn.
My macalin was a savage.There was this one day before dugsi I had very little time to memorize my cashir and there was no way I was going to make it in time. Knowing I was going to get whipped, I wore many layers of clothes and by the time i reached dugsi, i was already sweating heavily. When the macalin started spanking me with his karbash, it sounded like he was hitting a paper bag and I was here pretending like . Macalin was like warya kaale what are you wearing..He then started stripping me which took like 5 minutes until I was only wearing an underwear. He then proceeded to give me the worst ass whipping of my life while the whole dugsi were watching like.
Some people in here with dugsi PTSD
lol there was an old man we used to call ahmad bbc for the same reasonMy uncle would visit us and say bbc isar adeer we named him bbc. Whenever he came over we would all say BBC is at the door. There was another aunt we named her cnn.
my maclin was lit af
nigga sleep when you read your cashir and shit... and when the maclin leaves... the room turns into the hunger games you gotta fend fo yo life
Once coming from home school I knew I didnt know my ashar. So i went straight to dhugsy instead of going home. I went to the bushes and looked for a small pieach of branch. Found one and then I went to the dhugsy door and inserted that small pieces of branch into the key hole. Then I went home. Came to dhugsy few hours later only to find the whole class stood outside whilst macalinka was scratching his head wondering why the key wont go in. We got a door off that day lol. Felt like a boss.