A DAY I ALWAYS REMEMBER

Last summer, I brought my sister to its head office in Khalifa city. On my way back to the house of a policeman stopped me and asked me for my driver’s license. At in time, I did not have a driver’s license. The police officer asked me to leave the car and move him a police car to take to the police station as the car were taken to the assistant police booking. At the police station the policeman asked me to tell one of my families. I called in my father and told him to feel he was on duty, so he told my uncle to go to the police station and brig my passport with him. As I was waited for the arrived of my uncle to the police station and while I was waiting for a request of the police officer to come with him, I did not know where to go. Then I was surprised that he leads me to a small prison. I asked him how long I had to stay here told me 48 hours. I fell at this moment, confused and sad. I did not know what to do. My uncle arrived at the police station after the police took me to prison and tried to bail me out but to no avail. 48 hours passed as if 48 years I could not sleep or eat or do anything but think. After the time I went out and my father came to pick me up and then I went to the house my mother greet me with tears and then I decided would not drive without a driver’s license.