For a change, I am going to tell a story. In this story, I learned a lesson. To find out what lesson I learned, please read on.
I was in 5th grade at a private school (most schools in the U.A.E. are private schools. The public schools are for the locals). It was Ramadan and my school was having an iftar for their teachers, students and the parents. We still went to school during Ramadan people! I think there was a day for the males and a day for the females as I don’t remember seeing any boys or fathers.
So, to the night of the iftar, the night in which I lost my beloved phone. The iftar was in the large hall upstairs, where the small stage was, and part of it eventually, the KG indoor playroom. There were a lot of circular tables and my mother and I sat at one by the windows. People were coming in, finding people they knew and sitting down with them, you know, the usual thing. When I saw one of my friends, I asked if I could go sit with her, and my mom said yes so I went. I don’t even remember breaking my fast or eating, but I must have, because I am sure I was fasting that day.
At some point, some of my friends who came and I decided we wanted to play in our classroom. So I left my purse next to my friends’ mother, thinking that she would know it was mine and keep watch of it. We played for a long time and eventually one by one, my friends went home, including the one who I left my purse next to her mother.
Soon, I went to my mother because there wasn’t anyone else to play with and had momentarialy forgot about my purse until it was time to go. I went to get it but it wasn’t there and there were guys coming in and clearing the tables. Then I started feeling scared, and started looking everywhere I thought I could have left it. We were there for a long time and my mom said I should tell the principle so she could help. I was crying by then. So I went to the principle with my mother and told her what happened and she said she will try her best to find it.
I never got it back. I kept asking the principle for a long time if she found out anything, but soon I had to give up. I called the phone number so many times, and every time it never connected. To this day I don’t know if someone took it or it got thrown away. It probably got taken, since it was like ‘Hey! Here is some money and a phone sitting around! It doesn’t seem like it belongs to anyone!’ I mean, you can sell the phone if you aren’t going to use it and there was almost 100 AED in there too. 100 AED can go a long way if you use it properly, or if you were to send it to your family in another country. I just hope whoever took it used the phone and money wisely.
This story is one of those things that occasionally at night, when I am supposed to be going to bed but am in fact thinking about all the stupid things I did in the past, I think about and feel the utmost regret. But I learned from my mistake. So that is something good that cam out of it right?
The lesson I learned was to keep my purse near my mother, or any family member or friend, if I am going away from her and I don’t want to hold it and TELL that person I am leaving my purse with them so that they know. I also learned that I should take my purse with me, because sometimes even the person you tell you’re leaving your purse, or whatever item it is, might forget about it and leave it there. So that’s actually TWO lessons I learned.
Have you ever lost something important as a child/kid, or even as a teenager or adult? Do you think about it at night like I do even though it happened and you can’t do anything about it now?