When I was about 8, my family went on a road trip, and we had to pass through a dessert, 2 hours into the trip, a sandstorm overtook our car, we drove this way and that, but then we ran out of petrol after the storm, everyone was devastated, we had no idea what to do, we tried calling but there was no signal, my baby sister was crying, we had a bottle of water and some chocolates, well you know you don’t need to eat much for a 3 hr trip….

So, me and my sis ate most of the stuff, while mummy and daddy just drank a bit of water….

Me and my sis fell asleep in the car….

I don’t know who that person was..

But all I remember is that he had a fair complexion, was mid-aged (i think) and his voice was like you know…. um… Santa Claus…

He was the ho ho ho type of guy…

He kept a bag next to our car, which I saw because he kept near the side of the car and kind of walked away…

I shouted and called my parents, and they opened bag and found lots of water and fruits, and a phone which surprisingly had signal, they called the police and after we reached back home, and my mum asked me who was the one who kept the guy?

But I could not clearly describe the guy, my mom and dad probably forgot the guy…

But to this day I have a clear-cut image of the guy and sometimes he comes in my dreams…

He probably was an angel…

Seher Azmi