Deep pockets.

I had a rather bad memory with

people with deep pockets.

This is a story that not many knew,

not even one financially-stable friend of mine;

because I judged this person wrongly,

and I felt bad doing so, up to this day.

Let's just say,

this one rich person

made the strongest person I've ever known

broke down and cry.

I was there.

This man.. created a motion picture, in my head

which happened only once;

but it stayed with me for a lifetime.

Being the immature person I was,

I began to hate rich people.

Big time.

And of course, Allah Taala

being wise as He is,

guided me.

Life at university has brought me to befriend

a few who are.. rich.

And.. they're not that bad.

Well there were details, but,

to sum it up, I was proved wrong.

I'm still working on that judgemental part of mine.

I'm trying to believe.

I still encounter a-hole rich people here and there.

Kind of did today, in fact,

at the place where I'm working.

But I'm trying. I want to believe.

It felt good being proved wrong.