Setting: A warm afternoon in Riyadh. Two friends, Faisal (the superstitious one) and Omar (the rational thinker), are sitting at a roadside café sipping qahwa (Arabic coffee), watching the bustling city life go by.
Faisal: (narrowly avoiding stepping into the café with his left foot)
Yallah, Omar! Careful! Always enter with your right foot, bro. You almost brought misfortune into this poor man’s café.
Omar: (laughs)
Seriously, Faisal? I’ve known you since university, and I swear you’ve been saying this since freshman year. The only misfortune in this café is the wi-fi speed.
Faisal:
I’m telling you, man, it matters! My uncle Nasser once forgot and entered his shop with his left foot—boom! Next day, his entire shipment of dates got spoiled. Coincidence? I think not.
Omar:
Or… maybe it was the 45°C heat and his ancient air conditioner giving up the ghost. Don’t you think there are more logical explanations?
Faisal:
You and your logic! Some things aren’t meant to be explained. They’re passed down. It’s barakah—blessings. You can’t see it, but it’s there. Like Wi-Fi. (winks)
Omar: (grinning)
Okay, okay, clever. But let’s test your theory. Yesterday, I accidentally walked into my office with my left foot first. Guess what happened?
Faisal:
Your boss fired you?
Omar:
Nope. He gave me a bonus for that AI project. Maybe the left foot’s good luck in disguise!
Faisal: (chuckling)
No way! You must’ve entered backwards or something. Maybe your right foot still touched the carpet first.
Omar: (leans in, mock serious)
Faisal, my friend. You do realize feet don’t control our fate, right? It’s not like there’s a foot-activated blessing sensor at every doorway. What about left-handed people? Are they just doomed?
Faisal:
No, no—don’t twist it! It’s symbolic. The Prophet (peace be upon him) emphasized cleanliness and order. Right foot for good, left foot for not-so-good. It’s about manners and following tradition.
Omar:
I get that. Cultural habits rooted in respect? I’m all for it. But treating it like a magical switch? That’s where I tap out. I mean, I’ve seen you panic at hotel doors because you “weren’t sure” which foot stepped in first.
Faisal:
That’s because the last time I forgot, I lost my phone charger within five minutes!
Omar:
Faisal! You dropped it in the Uber. I helped you track it!
Faisal:
Still. The universe was punishing me for disrespecting the rule!
Omar:
More like you were punishing yourself with guilt. Confirmation bias, bro. You remember the one time something bad happened, but forget the hundred times nothing did.
Faisal: (pauses)
So… you’re saying my right-foot ritual doesn’t do anything?
Omar:
Not in the way you think. But hey—if it brings you comfort, no harm. Just don’t treat it like science. And definitely don’t blame your left foot for your charger’s disappearance. Poor lefty has rights too!
Faisal: (laughing loudly)
Alright, alright. Maybe I go overboard. But don’t you dare stop me at weddings. I’ll always dance in with my right foot first!
Omar: (raising his coffee cup)
Deal. As long as your dance moves don’t bring actual misfortune to the bride and groom.
Faisal:
Hey! My dabke is a blessing to any wedding!
Omar: (grinning)
Only if you lead with your right…
[They clink their coffee cups, each content in their own worldview, bonded by humor, tradition, and endless debate.]
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