It was the month of June. I got up early in the morning. I went to the mosque to say my prayers. After that I took my breakfast and went to the house of my friend Ahmad. We got ready and started for our school on our bicycles.

When we reached the main road, a taxi was coming at a high speed from the front side. It was trying to go ahead of a Tonga. Suddenly, it struck against my bicycle and I fell down. My left leg was badly hurt. The taxi driver did not stop the taxi and drove away. My friend hired a Tonga and took me to the Civil Hospital. A doctor dressed my wounds. My friend took me to my house then. My mother began to weep to see me in that condition. I comforted her. After a few days, I was all right. The taxi driver was arrested and challenged for rush driving.