My life story

Beneath the Cairo sun, a boy dared to dream,
A rebel with a ping-pong paddle, a chessboard’s gleam.
"Police Academy?" He laughed at his father’s plea—
A gambler’s heart beat wild, untamed and free.

Ninety-seven percent—a number etched in flame,
A pharmacist by title, but life was his game.
He charmed the graveyard’s ghosts, turned tombs into gold,
While thirty-three loves burned, reckless and bold.

By day, a king in suits, by night, a shadow’s dance,
A tightrope walker—fate his only romance.
"Genius!" they cried, but the whispers lied—
Every empire built on a fault line’s pride.

Then fire kissed his warehouses, smoke choked the sky,
Debts rose like demons, and angels asked, "Why?"
The gambler fell silent, his dice cracked in two—
A phoenix in ashes… but did he *choose* to rise anew?

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