Omar had just finished college. He had big dreams, bigger than most. He wanted to make a lot of money, and he wanted it fast.
A few weeks after graduation, he joined a training program for a customer service job. But when he found out how much the salary was, he left without thinking twice. It was nowhere near what he expected. He believed he was meant for more.
That’s when he started chasing quick ways to get rich. He tried dropshipping. He set up a store, ran ads, and waited for the money to come in. But after months of effort, all he got was a few small sales—not even enough to cover his costs. He quit.
Then he tried running a marketing agency. He reached out to businesses, promising to bring them more customers. Some showed interest, but most ignored him. The ones who did sign up didn’t stay long. Again, it wasn’t worth it.
He jumped from one idea to another, hoping the next one would be the answer. But each time, disappointment hit him harder. Nothing seemed to work.
One evening, while walking through the city, he ran into Tariq, an old classmate from college. Tariq looked different—expensive watch, designer clothes, and a brand-new car parked nearby.
Omar was impressed. "Man, you’re doing good for yourself," he said.
Tariq just smiled.
Omar didn’t waste time. "What do you do?"
Tariq’s smile faded. "I can’t tell you."
"Why not?" Omar asked, confused.
"Because if I do, you’ll either be my partner or my enemy."
Omar laughed. "If it makes money, I’ll always be your partner."
Tariq looked at him for a moment, then said, "I sell drugs."
Omar didn’t even flinch. He had spent so much time failing that he didn’t care anymore. He just wanted money, no matter how he got it. "Teach me," he said.
Tariq agreed, and just like that, Omar was in. The money came fast. Faster than anything he had tried before. He finally had the lifestyle he dreamed of—nice clothes, expensive dinners, nights out without checking his wallet.
But it didn’t last.
One night, while making a big delivery, they were caught. The police found enough cocaine in their car to keep them in prison for the rest of their lives.
As they sat in the police van, handcuffed, Omar stared ahead, silent. He had spent years chasing quick money, never thinking about the price he might pay. Now, it was too late.
His greed had led him straight into a trap. And there was no way out.
