Shawarma was not very common in my area five years ago. People saw it as food for the well-to-do, and if you ever mentioned that you ate shawarma, you automatically became the next big thing. Girls with boyfriends would always brag about how their partners took them to a restaurant to eat shawarma. Everywhere, every corner of the streets was always filled with shawarma; you could go to school on any normal morning and meet my classmates arguing over who ate shawarma over the weekend and who did not. I remember one of my classmates saying she ate shawarma and beans for breakfast, which was nothing but a white lie.
At that time, I was staying with one of my older cousins and her kids. Having heard enough of the shawarma talk, we decided to plead with my cousin to buy us one on her way from work. It wasn't easy trying to convince her, but because we were determined to have a taste of it, we kept trying and pleading until the day she finally gave in to our demand.
The day she was supposed to get it, we kept checking the clock for her arrival time home, occasionally peeking at the gate to see if she had returned. When she finally arrived home with our package, we couldn't help but leap up in joy; excitement had gotten the best of us. It was late when she got home, so we decided to save it until the next day. None of us could sleep; I remember waking up to see one of my cousin's kids awake as well. When it was finally dawn, we woke up and went about our business, doing every chore as fast as we could with only one mission in mind: to eat our shawarma when everyone else had gone out. We hurriedly finished and took our baths, then set up the round table to enjoy our shawarma. My big sister, as I love to call my cousin's daughter, got a plate and unwrapped the shawarma, and to be honest, it wasn't looking as fancy as we had imagined it would. If I were to be blunt, it looked disgusting to me.
When my big sister took her first bite, the look on her face was enough to communicate that it was not worth it, but we didn't care anyway. I still went ahead to taste it; trust me when I say it took every bit of self-control not to spit it out. Like, damn! I was utterly disappointed, to say the least. All that hype for nothing? It was just a mixture of hot dogs, cabbage, and whatever sauce they used.
I felt nauseous and went out to vomit everything I had taken. We couldn't finish the rest and had to throw it over the fence while agreeing to keep our mouths shut and not say a thing about it. After that day, I developed a personal beef with shawarma and anyone who bragged about eating it. Like, what's so great about it? To me, it's not worth the hype, just like burgers. It's been more than five years since the incident, and I haven't eaten shawarma again. When I said I developed a personal beef with it, I meant it, and I don't see it ending soon. My taste buds didn't appreciate it, not even a bit. Shawarma is so not worth the hype because, honestly, it is just meat and veggies wrapped in bread. There are plenty of tastier and more exciting foods out there to try that offer a more unique and flavorful experience. and I hope people understand this.
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