teks `I work harder. I sell during the day and bake cakes and cookies at night. I even cried because my legs cramped and my back hurt so much. Just as my cake sales were starting to pick up due to a warm promotion, Allah tested me again. My oven broke down. Allahu. I didn't even have a penny to call someone to fix it. The cakes I sell cannot be steamed. They are meant to be baked. Cake orders were cancelled. The quality of my work was affected just as I was about to improve. I accept it. Maybe Allah wants me to focus only on ice blended drinks. The next day, while two or three customers were waiting for ice blended drinks, my blender broke down. It wouldn't move and had a foul smell. Allah. The customers just left. It's still like that until today. It's an old blender, a kitchen blender, not heavy duty.`, kelaskan teks guna labels {gangguan, kebencian, porno, penyakit psikiatri atau mental, sifat perkauman, penghinaan agama, selamat untuk bekerja, mencederakan diri sendiri, seksis}
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