'Ratatouille'- where r u Dania? Dedicated to an 8 yr old Saudi friend Dania..

I dedicate this movie to a very special friend, an 8yr old Saudi girl called 'Dania', who I met at Deira City Centre Cinema this time in Dubai (Aug 2007), while watching 'Ratatouille'. She was a very sweet, smart and mashalla very very bright little angel. We started off chatting as I took my friend's 11 yr old nephew for a movie and less did I know that I will end up with making a new friend, as little as 8 yr old..

We became friends and I miss her a lot, she lives in Riyadh... mashalla kids nowadays soo fast, soo witty.. she was narrating the whole movie to me , and she was the loudest.. she watched the movie like 4 times heheeeeeeeeeee..
wallah I miss her a lot!

where r u Dania?
I miss u!
I lost touch with her, I hope I find her soon.. whenever I see the posters of this movie, it will remind me I made a sweet friend... I just feel that kids can be best friends, because they are very honest, yet naughty and they do not fear speaking their mind, and considering today's children, they are far advanced as compared to our generation.. I was glad I came across Dania, a sweet angel... good people are rare, and when you find them and come across them, seize them, before they slip away in the carnival of this life...
Hope to find her enshalla...

Shot: by Taimour

Locale: Mall of Emirates

Dubai, UAE

Aug 2007

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Anonymous said…

That is SOOO SWEET... hope you find her soon..

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