Entitled

 Sometimes I look at the word 'entitled' and I'm awestruck. I break it apart. I taste the bitterness of this concept and I want to spit it out entirely. This concept of being 'entitled' to being treated in a special way because you're doing financially better? Because you have a solid background? Because you're raised with a silver spoon? Because you don't have to worry whether you'll get your next meal? Or that you don't have to switch public transportation to reach somewhere and you don't have to pray it's not raining? Because you have a roof over your head, a warm bed, a private commute and you feel like you're better than someone only because Allah has put you in a place where you employ them is mind-boggling to me. How can one think they are better than someone by something that's not even in our control. There are tiers in society. The hierarchy that is maintained is part of these strata we thrive in. But that in no way entails that we look down on someone or expect to be treated differently because we own more than someone. What we should actually be flaunting is our upbringing and morals and empathy. The ability to extend our gratitude towards someone. To appreciate them and not overburden them. To help them in ways more than they need because that's what comes with more power. A holier responsibility to take care of those who have to get by on little but have big hearts. And they are the ones who deserve to be entitled.