Our car. It makes wonder how fast the other guy was driving.
My kids were sitting at the back. My Kids were sitting at the back!!!
It was a simple Friday afternoon. Fahad was ill, so we didn't go out and I sent the kids off to the club. Nothing interesting just a lazy day of food, and movies and I at the kitchen trying some ice cream mixes.
Then I get a call from the driver who was supposed to be on the way to pick up the boys. He tells me he is in an accident. Of course my first concern was my boys. He assured me they were all ok.
In matter of crisis I get very calm until I asses the whole situation. It was a wonder I managed to change very quickly, leaving a frantic Fahad behind and drove to where the accident was. Half way through the driver calls me again and tells me they were all going to AlDe3ia Station.
The accident happened at the cross road from the Gulf Road which takes you directly to the Second Ring Road. To what the driver explained to me he was standing in the middle lane and signaling left to turn under the bridge which takes him to Fahad Bin Abdulaziz road. The other driver was coming from the left lane and was speeding to go straight into the Second Ring Road (aka. The Love Road), when it is common knowledge that driving on the left lane means you're turning left. No. Al7abeeb was speeding and collided with our car.
Now, I arrive at AlDi3ya Station, and the first thing I notice is the dent in the car, and I was thinking, how fast that other guy was driving??? It is at a traffic light for God's Sake! How fast was he driving to make this kind of damage to the car which had my kids in it!!!
I quickly looked for my kids. They were so relieved to see me. When Abdulaziz got out of the car he threw himself at me and started crying, "I was very scared mama." He said to me.
"Are you hurt?"
"I just hit my head on the window."
I checked his head but couldn't see clearly in the dark. I check out Ahmed who still doesn't understand the gravity of the situation. And the nanny who was looking very pale. They were shaken but all fine.
"Madame that boy was driving very fast." She tells me. I turn to look at the boy she pointed at. He was a boy! Between 19-21 years of age, from the looks of him, and his car was Smokey silver Chevrolet truck!
"He was speeding. We were turning left and he wanted to go straight, and hit the car." That was John our cook. He and his family have been in the employment of my husbands family for the past 30 years. I ask him if it wasn't Raju's fault, and he assures me it wasn't Raju's mistake. Raju already had the left signal on, and was ahead of the other car before they were hit, and I believe him.
Raju was nowhere to be found. He went to make copies of the license and car registration. I give a call to Fahad and assure him the kids and the staff were all fine and that I'll be heading back home soon.
I still couldn't keep my eyes off the dent in the car, and the worst case scenarios started playing in my head, and my worst nightmare came popping as clear as the day I've witnessed it.
Years ago, before I got married and had kids of my own. I witnessed a traffic accident and one of the cars had kids in it, the driver was disoriented, the nanny was screaming, and I remember clearly one of the kids was bleeding from his head. Men from other cars rushed to them and I remember the one was carrying the child who was bleeding and rushing him to his car and off to the hospital. The bleeding boy, not more than 6 years old, was crying for his mommy, the other kid even smaller than his brother was crying hysterically.
Then all semblance of calm evaporated. This could have happened to my kids. My kid could be bleeding when I'm far away from him. Al7amedallah I believe in "Gatha2 w Qadar", but I will never accept that my child gets hurt because of a road rage king of the road no sense of responsibility 19-21 something years of age SOB!!! It is a wonder I didn't hit him and buried him where he was standing inside the police station.
No. I will not accept it. When I asked him if he cared. He said the investigator will determine who is right or wrong. I told him I didn't care who is right or wrong. It was obvious he was wrong, I want to know if he cared there were children in the car! There was a woman, the nanny, who is also a mother, and the driver, a man, a father with his own children. There was John, who isn't only a cook, but practically a member of the family! Did he even think about the lives in the car when he hit it? Did he check on the kids inside the car after he collided into it?
From the look on his face, and when he turned and walked away it was obvious, he didn't care.
I was dragged out of the station. The officers, although neutral, but understood the rage I was in. I left then. My dear brother came to follow the investigation after I left, which is still going on because that other driver refuses to be wrong. The investigator, whoever he is, was in a hurry to leave, so he gave us another appointment for this week.
To Fahad and I, it isn't a matter of who is right or wrong. Or who is going to fix and pay for the car. Al7amedallah, e7na ahal 5air. It was and is a matter of principle! This guy was speeding. Driving as if "Alshare3 Share3 abou!". Not caring about the lives around him and no sense of responsibility. Not caring there are children in the car he collided with. Not caring that he endangered the lives of the children and the people in the car.
And We do not accept it. WE DO NOT ACCEPT IT! Something should be done about those speed crazed drivers. A law should be made just for them, to be conscious of those around them on the road. They have to be held accountable as long as they are speeding! I am so incensed, so infuriated I was ready to bury him where he was standing. I want to teach him and others like him a lesson. Will we make it easy for him? No! I made Fahad swear on my life and those of our children to make an example out of him.
I am still angry and infuriated.
Alf Al7amedallah 3ala salamat 3yali w 3ala salamat alnas elli fee amanatna. W ma agool ela 7asbyallah wa ne3ma alwakeel.
