Promising attack

When I placed my handbag in the upper drawer above my head, I remembered a hadith of the physical education teacher when I was in middle school, when he said: "You will be a great player, you are talented, but do not bury yourself in Tabuk." Was that teacher of mine a soothsayer? More than five years have passed since that talk. I am now on my way to Riyadh after signing a professional contract with my favorite club, as my football talent tempted one of the board members to come to Tabuk to watch me play. His watching me did not take more than half an hour, then he decided to sign a contract with me that extends until two years, under which I receive a monthly salary of up to fifty thousand riyals. I, who lived in one of the poorest neighborhoods of Tabuk, for a family consisting of eight members. My father — may God have mercy on him — worked hard to find a livelihood for all those mouths open in hunger.