islam fawzy

Hey guys! Salam Fawzi here — and today, let me tell you about a day that started like heaven… and turned into a full-blown disaster! So I woke up early. I was like: “Yes! Today, I’ll be productive. I’ll drink coffee, go to the gym, record a video, maybe solve world peace. You know, normal stuff.” I go to the kitchen… no coffee. No milk. Just silence and depression. I said: “No problem! I’ll go to the café.” I put on a clean shirt — white shirt, looking fresh — and I leave the house. As I’m walking… a bird. A random bird. FLIES OVER MY HEAD — and bombs me. Right on the shirt! Like why?! What did I do to you, bro?! Anyway, I clean it up — still optimistic. I go to the café, order my favorite coffee… Guess what? They gave me DECAF. I’m like: “What is this? Juice? Water with sadness?!” So now I’m half-awake, covered in bird tragedy, walking to the gym. I get there — it's CLOSED. A paper on the door: “Closed for maintenance.” And I’m like: “Maintenance?! Who maintains pain?!” Fine. I go home. I say: “At least I’ll film a video.” I set everything up. Lights, mic, camera… I sit down. Press record… AND THE POWER GOES OUT. I screamed. I actually screamed. Loud enough that my neighbor messaged me: “Are you okay?” No, I’m not okay! I’m fighting the universe! BUT… here’s the thing. At night, I sat down, took a breath, and laughed. Because some days are just not your days. They will be messy, annoying, and totally cursed. But that’s life. And if you survive those days with your energy, your smile, and your voice — then you’re winning. So here’s my advice: Don’t expect every day to be perfect. Expect chaos… and dance with it. Be loud. Be real. And if a bird attacks you — just know, tomorrow is a new day. Salam Fawzi, out!