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It was at a military check- post along the Kuwait-Saudi border that I met Nahan Saniyya for the first time. We were refuges from the native place which has been attached and occupied. I was of 10 years and she was at 8. Our car stopped in the long queue at the Saudi check post and I got out when she happened to appeal in front of me I asked her where in Saudi are you people heading to? She said: No idea daddy was heard saying the name of a place. Then she asked me : And where are you going? I felt like laughing and told her: only my daddy knows, thus we became familiar she said that she was studying in the school at Jahara in Kuwait. Then I enquired: how shall she study now? She said by any means, she wants to become a doctor. I was really trying to conceal my laughter that time. Then she stretched a packet towards me, since I was very hungry I accepted the packet. There was some banana chips in the packet. I did not like its taste; there was no means but to eat it. Eating the chips, I asked her: Isn’t this imported for the Indians? We generally prefer potato chips. This time she laughed and said: when one has lost the native place and country how can he bother about banana chips and potato chips! She had no feeling at all on her face when saying this. I burst into laughter thinking about by folly in asking a question having no relevance situation she also joined me people were watching us. Her daddy, Assim Muhammed passed by scolding us. I brought out water from the car and gave her to drink I felt that among those people feeling from their happiness, only our faces have showing happiness. Our conversation went on about our houses and our refuse. By this time my father came back with the permit from the check post we got in the car and the car began to move. She was seen far away looking at me. One day our country become free and we retuned home now after eight years I am studying in the Khalidiya University, when I was going to the house of a friend in Jahara, all on a sadden I remembered her. Thought I used to remember her before this, her face was annoying me. I enquired from one or two persons about the address she had told me. But that area had been demolished due to war. The old buildings in that area were occupied by foreigners who come to work here. No idea nor about her where abounds there is a desire in me to meet again. May be she is a doctor now as she told me. This note of memory is for you Nahan Sniyya. Do you remember me? Do you want to meet me? You may be able to meet me where you are in this world. With full of hopes. .
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