I was at the Avenues, parked by the road side, heard some one knock on my car window . ” You speak Hindi”? he asked me . By his accent i understood, he was a Pakistani .
“Yes” i said .
“Yes” i said .
” We came from Dubai , my parents are in the car, we lost our luggage in Kuwait city, all our money is gone , can you help us ?” he asked.
I looked at the car parked parrallel to my car on the other side of the street , a man waved at me, his wife was in niqab , couple of kids in the back . Now i was in a deliema, if you remember the Rajastani guys episode.. i really dont want to help strangers whom i meet on the road. More over i had only 5KD in my wallet , and it is too much of a ‘help’ . I asked my wife if she had any money , she said “NO” . I apologised to the guy and lied to him that i didn’t have any money on me, and i was sorry. He said ” any help, we dont have money to buy milk for the baby” .
Now ! i was really troubled, but again , i said ‘i am sorry’ . He got in to the car and left , it was really a Dubai registerd car. And i was feeling really bad. I wanted to stop them and give my 5KD. My wife said “NO” .
Her point was ” What are they doing in Shuwaik if they lost all the money ? ” Shouldn’t they be calling thier friends or relatives ( in Kuwait whom they have come to visit)? ” . You are a ‘easy Bakra’ (sheep) . God !! How do they find you only? .
I dont know if i did the right thing or not , but there is Bakra written over me all over for sure .