Measure Success [Hakim Ziyech]

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter 14

#7 Never Forget (please?)

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There's one mortal enemy that all humans have in common. A cunning and illusive enemy. Falling for their trickery is a common mistake that every human makes sooner or later. Sometimes temporarily for certain stages of their life and sometimes permanently.

But that it happens is guaranteed. Not due to human ignorance but more so because of human arrogance; the pretentious entitlement that seems to be woven into the very core of our being and which tends to blind us.

This enemy can take many shapes and forms but essentially, it's one thing and one thing only:

Time.

Time, or in essence mortality, is as much part of a human as it is their ultimate mortal nemesis.

There's no way to escape time. But there are infinite ways to forget it.

Although, one should never forget their enemy.

They will strike when you least expect them to.

And it will sting.

Like the hard slap of a betrayed lover.

So, better buckle up.

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Amsterdam, Netherlands

Monday 17th July 2017

In a not-so-small apartment in a not-so-small city in Europe exactly 2.525,2 kilometres away from where our protagonist was coming to terms with what to do – at this exact moment of time Souhaila hadn't yet shared those life-changing five words with her mother - the main character of Souhaila's thoughts just got up from a night of fitful sleep.

One would think that after the week he had had, he'd have slept like a rock. But no luck there.

Hakim Ziyech liked his life, sure.

He liked his life, well aware that it was a privileged life. A luxurious life.

Currently, he owned three, far-from-cheap, cars, a house (though it technically belonged to his mother) and this apartment. Plus, the vain pieces of clothing and accessories he'd gotten used to purchasing and wearing, in a not-so-humble way.

Although he appreciated his life.

Hakim Ziyech was living the life that his younger self had always dreamed of. He wouldn't apologize for this. Why should he?

All of this hadn't just fallen out of the sky and into his hand. He had worked hard for this many years.

No, he had worked hard for this all his life. It was an ongoing process of hard work which paid off.

Hakim Ziyech was a football player. He'd been as long as he could remember.

Football was his line of work. His job. His profession. His art.

He couldn't imagine working as anything else.

Often, Hakim Ziyech was portrayed as an uncontrollably acting, violent kind of person. And yes, he tended to be...impulsive. But he thought with his head and used it more often than not. He was tactical, rational, and analysing.

More than all that Hakim Ziyech is a feeling kind of person. Not necessarily outwardly emotional but making decisions based on his heart and gut feeling regardless. Always.