Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Al-Manqaf really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another boring Tuesday. Boy, was I wrong.
First off, I hit up the local café on Al-Mansour Street. You know, the one with the best karak in town? I’m sippin’ my drink, just chillin’, when I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a car smashed into a lamppost. Classic, right? Turns out, some dude was tryin’ to impress his girl. Spoiler alert: he failed.
So, I’m standin’ there, watchin’ the chaos unfold. People are takin’ pics, laughin’, and I’m just thinkin’, “What’s wrong with this city?” I mean, Al-Manqaf is usually pretty chill, but today? Nah, it’s like a reality show gone wrong.
Then, I get a call. My partner, Sam, is like, “Yo, we got a situation at the souk.” I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I hop on my bike and zoom down Al-Mahboula Street. The wind’s in my hair, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, I hit a pothole. Ugh! My bike almost flips. I swear, Al-Manqaf’s roads are like a minefield.
Finally, I get to the souk. It’s packed, as usual. The smell of spices and grilled kebabs hits me. I love it here. But then I see it. A crowd gathered around some guy. He’s shoutin’ about a missing kid. My heart drops.
I push through the crowd. The guy’s frantic, and I can feel his pain. I mean, I’ve seen some messed-up stuff, but this? This hits different. I start askin’ questions, tryin’ to get info. Turns out, the kid wandered off near the fish market.
I’m like, “Great, let’s go!” We rush over there, and I’m tryin’ to keep my cool. But inside, I’m freakin’ out. What if we don’t find him? What if…? Ugh, I hate this part of the job.
We get to the fish market, and it’s chaos. Fish everywhere, people yellin’, and I’m just tryin’ to focus. I spot a little boy, maybe five years old, sittin’ by a stall, playin’ with a fish. I’m like, “Is that him?” I rush over, and thank the heavens, it is!
I scoop him up, and the relief is unreal. The dad comes runnin’, and they hug it out. I’m standin’ there, feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I remember the chaos of the day.
After that, I head back to the station. I’m exhausted, but I can’t shake the day’s events. Al-Manqaf is wild, man. One minute you’re sippin’ karak, the next you’re rescuin’ kids.
I get home, plop on the couch, and think about how crazy life is. I love this city, with its quirks and chaos. But sometimes, I just wanna scream.
Anyway, that’s my day. Just another Tuesday in Al-Manqaf. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.