Camel accident back in Saudi Arabia

Memoir
Camel accident back in Saudi Arabia
Imagine yourself driving and enjoying your new Convertible car which is a BMW Z3. However, you are trying to drive as fast as your car can go in the middle of the night. Suddenly, you see a group of camels passing through the highway! You look back to your speedometer and you realize that you have been speeding 140m/h and you don’t have a choice but to be in this catastrophic situation. What are you going to do?
In one of the awesome 2003 summer nights back in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, I was having fun with my friends Tuesday night and we were talking about going to the Kingdom of Bahrain to have an overwhelmingly fun time. I was so excited about this trip. On the other hand, driving for about four hours from Riyadh to Bahrain was not a big deal to most of us, as Saudis; because my friends and I used to go there twice a month, because there are things we can do over there that we are not allowed doing in Saudi Arabia, for instance; drinking, clubbing and partying. However; four hours drive on the normal speed limits is not my way of driving unfortunately.
Therefore when I finished my last class at my telecom college at 7 O’clock PM, my friends couldn’t waste the night in Riyadh due to them having morning classes and I don’t, so they left me to catch up with them later when I’ll be done with my classes. Oh, have I mentioned that the weekend in Saudi Arabia starts on Wednesdays night? Anyway, my friends start calling and texting me while I was in my classes which was not cool, because they had got me to be more eager to be with them at this point.
Nevertheless, when I was done with my classes, I went to my home, got dressed at the speed of light, and I had to stop for gas and changing oil.
Meanwhile, lots of calls and text messages were coming to me hurrying me up. I don’t really know why they kept rushing me because, they know how I roll in Bahrain and I know how much fun is already waiting for me over there.
At last, the waiting moment has finally come; I’m all good to go but not for a long time. I got stuck on Riyadh’s interstate traffic jam due to the huge populations over there, which is one of the things that I really hate about my city. That reflects on my excitement in a very bad way. I hit the road, while I was driving my car at the speed limit I start thinking deep inside my head (I was like shit… why do I have my privilege to drive my car very fast and I have not used so far? If I get caught, all I have to do is just phone call my cousin who is an officer in police forces or my best friend who works as a sheriff?) So, I pull myself together and I accelerate the speed like there is no tomorrow. Just watching my speedometer going up on this pretty red light, I got more excited to go even more on my speed. Texting and calling are coming to me like rain, not just my cell phone! My car’s phone as well. Meanwhile, I’m finally satisfied with 140 M/H and I have to press the cruise control and start talking on the phone with my ex-girlfriend. She is giving me a hard time about traveling in the middle of night instead being with her, you know how spoiled girls act, and it’s my fault that I spoiled her a lot. Then boom, I see a group of big ass camels passing the road and walking as slow as they can without even caring about the people who were driving in the middle of the night. So here I am talking to myself again (FUCK, THAT’S NOT cool, IT’S FUNKIN ILLEGAL FOR THE CAMELS OWNERS TO LET THEM PASS THE ROAD AFTER 5’O clock PM!!!!!) and I look at my speedometer it is still 140 m\h. I’m like ’’Shits, shit, shit, SHIT, Fuck that’’. I can’t even slow down any more because they are like 10ft away from me. I start doing the math in my head, ’’I’m driving 140 m/h and my car height is 175ft and the camel’s height is 7 to 8fts and my front car is sharp, the only way to go through this miserable position is to start focusing my drive to their long legs. Oh shit, I have to go faster than before!!! Wait a minute! It’s just occurred to me that I just spent $2000 on my car for Neutron installation! It’s show time (in my mind I just want to enjoy the last moment of my precious life by pressing the secret bottom under beneath my car seats and if I’m going down, I’m not going down without taking these camels out with me), which is what I did and I hated myself so bad for not pressing the turbo button before this incident.
Therefore, I was watching my speedometer going up so fast to 160 m\h and I think I went up to 200 m/h or even more because it doesn’t show more numbers than 160. Anyway, my car went under the camel’s legs like scalpel cutting their legs off. The first camel was not that lucky. I didn’t even feel that I hit him or her. After the first collision, my car started slowing down and I had no choice but to try accelerating more and I try my best switching my gear to keep up with high speed. I start hitting camels one by one and my efforts of speed accelerating are about to be lost in vain. The last 2 camels I hit with speed limit of 100 to 80 m/h stops me hopelessly. I hit the sixth camel that was so fat and landed up on my car’s trunk which is upsetting the car’s balance to the welcoming seventh camel the land down gladly, smoothly, on my already smashed hood and very close to my front window.
I passed out for about 10 to 5 minutes I don’t really remember. When I woke up, I saw white light and I thought to myself that I’m in heaven already. Fortunately, it was not my time yet, I was still alive. The white lights turns to be out of the road’s light and there was no one to help me out, and I looked to my hands, both of them were fine and I tried to move my legs, I couldn’t due to the last camel’s collision. The camel’s weight pressed my car’s wheel down onto both of my thighs and there was blood all over my cloth and I tried to make a call from my car’s phone but it was off. I tried to look for my cell phone and it was on the passenger floor board and I couldn’t reach it, so lucky me I found a screwdriver underneath my seat when I was looking for something hard to pull up my phone, which is what I did. Thank God, there is nothing wrong with my phone so I called 911 and told them about what happened and they told me the nearest ambulance is going to take 45 minutes to be in my location I was so desperate at this point. I’m going to be dead by the time the ambulance arrived due to my bleeding. Therefore, I didn’t stop thinking of how to survive. When I was thinking about it, the screwdriver was still with me and I thought to myself I’m going to use anything on my hand. So, I took my (gutra) which is the red turban that Saudi men wear all the time and I cut it in small pieces and tied up my bleeding leg and I worked my way to take the wheel off my thighs which was so hard to do it but I did it anyway.
When the ambulance finally showed up, it took them 20 minutes to get me out of my smashed car and telling me that I made it and they were thanking me for being capable of taking care of myself under this hard circumstance. So they took me to the nearest hospital and they took care of me nicely. What’s weird it that when they first got me to the hospital, all the staff were clapping and congregating me. I have no clue what’s going on but I just smiled back to them.
Days, weeks and months had gone by while I was lying on the white bed at the hospital. My family, friends, and people I hadn’t met in my whole life and news reporters were visiting me the whole three months. All I can see for the first two weeks are the people’s shadows and yet the only thing I can see clearly is my mother for a reason that I don’t really acknowledge.
In the meanwhile, my brother Tariq who is older than me was busy suing the camel’s owner for letting them pass the highway in the middle of the night. At the time I got out of the hospital I had to go to the court to preserve my case.
In conclusion, camel’s owner winded up paying my car price and the time I had to spend in the hospital and my lawyer convinces the judge to have the camels’ owner to pay my emotional catastrophic damages after the accident. The results were awesome after I check my bank account and I saw the sum was $92,000. Two months later, my life has changed into batter stories, my parents and my friends are proud of me due to my wise acts under hard circumstances.

The end

Memoir Response

After reading (Us and Them), the title seemed to suit the story very well. The story is takes place in North Carolina, the author and his family moved a lot for some reason. However, I think the Author’s curiosity is the main reason for the whole story (what curios kid). They are originally from the state of New York. The house that the author (David) lives in is rented. His mom has no problem to go along with people but she prefer not to get very close to any one due their moving for time to time because the mentioned; (there was not much point in getting too close to people we would have to say good-bye to). He had lived in New York and he is telling about his Memoir to the people and showing how curious he was. He hears of a family that does not own a TV. That caught his interests, so he was watching from across the street during the day and then at night he sneaks up to their window and watches. The family whom he been watching is the Tomkeys. He was interested to know what was wrong with this weird Tomkeys. So, he got closer to them and trying to know them more and more by reading the children’s eyes at school or watching them closely like sneaking near their windows at night time. Finally, They have been spending all of their time at the lake, it was Halloween because they left candy for others to get. There wasn’t any left, so the author’s mother told him and his sisters to give some of their candy to them. The author did, but his did not. After that, the author started hating the Tomkeys. So at the end the kid hated the people who were interested to know for a candy (just joking)