I will make it brief. On Friday, I last saw my car outside my home at about 7:00 p.m. From then until the next morning, I was indoors and did not see the car. When I emerged from my house at mid-day on Saturday, the car had disappeared. First I thought I must have forgotten about where I had left it the previous evening, so I went around my street and the adjoining areas, even going as far as the supermarket where I usually buy my provisions. It wasn't there.
Being a Saturday, there was hardly any crowd wherever I went, but I then went to the police station to file a complaint. The guy on duty, a Mr. Nasser Otaibi, was quite efficient. He sat on his office chair, and removing a blank writing book, he began to systematically jot down all the required details about my car. I had to sit patiently while he did so. After he had filled 3 sheets of his large book, he said good-bye to me and retreated to an inner room. After a few minutes, he asked me to put my right hand thumb print on several places on the document, and then he let me go.
I returned to the police station the next morning and was given an official copy of my complaint letter. In the meantime, news about the loss of my car had spread to almost all the corners of the village and almost everyone I met said Inshallah I would find the car again.
Hoping against hope and keeping my fingers crossed. Economically it will be a big loss since I have nearly spent 20000 riyals on this old car (Toyota Corolla, 1993). R. I. P.
Being a Saturday, there was hardly any crowd wherever I went, but I then went to the police station to file a complaint. The guy on duty, a Mr. Nasser Otaibi, was quite efficient. He sat on his office chair, and removing a blank writing book, he began to systematically jot down all the required details about my car. I had to sit patiently while he did so. After he had filled 3 sheets of his large book, he said good-bye to me and retreated to an inner room. After a few minutes, he asked me to put my right hand thumb print on several places on the document, and then he let me go.
I returned to the police station the next morning and was given an official copy of my complaint letter. In the meantime, news about the loss of my car had spread to almost all the corners of the village and almost everyone I met said Inshallah I would find the car again.
Hoping against hope and keeping my fingers crossed. Economically it will be a big loss since I have nearly spent 20000 riyals on this old car (Toyota Corolla, 1993). R. I. P.
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