Ya Allah, I remember when I was in Mr. Woolsey’s economics class, at LCHS, he was discussing the famous acronym, TANSTAAFL, which means, “There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch.” I always brought a cold, sack lunch to school, along with my milk money.
Don’t ask me why I took economics because it wasn’t a required course. I could have taken the class where I had to parent the plastic baby doll, all day. I don’t know, I guess, I figured it requires money to have a family so economics seemed more of a priority to me.
Mr. Woolsey was one of the football coaches and he knew I was an Honors art student so it was strange, for me, to be in the class. I guess we all gravitate to certain subjects for a reason. The textbook was so nice, I kept it in my library.
But, you know, Allah ya Allah, my father taught me, “God’s love is free.” So, I guess, I don’t have to worry about paying taxes, to you, but, rather, paying by praying. Well, I guess I still have to pay, for Zakat, so it’s partially free.