The Day the Skies Opened Over the UAE Today, as I write this, I can still recall that challenging day and feel absolutely blessed to have overcome it without any harm. Last year, something happened in the UAE that none of us will ever forget. It was Ram Navami, a popular Hindu festival, and I had gone to the Hindu Temple in Jebel Ali with my parents. The weather that day was dark and cloudy, a rare sight for anyone living in the UAE. My parents and I cherish clouds and rain so much that we were truly enjoying our long drive to the temple in that magical weather. Dad played romantic Bollywood songs in the car, Mom sang along, and I just stared outside the window, mesmerised by the dreamy sky. When we reached the temple, we could hear the loud rumbling of clouds. It felt surreal in this part of the world. My parents were excited, but honestly, I was nervous; those thunderclaps sounded like the sky might break open. I told my mom, but she laughed it off, “Oh dear! There’s nothing to be scared of.” We did our darshan quickly, but by the time we stepped out, the rain had started pouring heavily. My father, sensing the situation, asked us to hurry. “Let’s get home before the weather gets worse,” he said. As we began our journey back, we were greeted by a massive traffic jam: cars lined up for miles. What my father first thought would be a slightly delayed drive turned into something we could have never imagined. The rain was relentless. Water started accumulating fast. The traffic barely moved, and the car radio kept reporting road closures across the city. We soon realised we were in serious trouble. After three long hours of being stuck, my father noted something even more worrying: the car was running low on petrol. I broke down. Tears rolled down as fear gripped me like never before. My mother held my hand and said gently, “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. Just keep praying.” And that’s what we did. We prayed. Hard. Kaashvi Saran 2D Full Story:
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