Master's Degree Struggles

I sit in the dark, feeling like a kashmar.

This maths exam is pushing me too far. English lectures,

throw them in the zibbulage. My brain is frying, wallah it's a

killer. Secure coding fails, the system is dead. I have a

million errors, screaming in my head. Oh, this master's degree

is tol kara. Every day is black, a tol kasara.

Ya Allah homework and ya Allah fees. I am begging

on my broken knees. Babylon is burning, my future is dipped.