Abu Dhabi. Looking around I saw my companions and
several wads of currency notes, packed into strong
metal boxes, loaded into a special lorry and sent to
banks in Dubai, Sharjah, Ajman and the northern
It was a long journey and I began to feel afraid as we
got separated into new homes, where we could never
meet again. However, Emirates NBD was to be a
temporary place because I was handed over to Mr.
Rashid, my new master, who had received me as a
withdrawal amount. I wondered where I would go
from his wallet!; but as I was new and shiny, his little
son Ahmed, excitedly picked me up and held me close
to his heart. He then kissed me and put me away
carefully into his money box.
Everyday, Ahmed takes me out and counts me along
with the other coins whom he has lovingly given
names. He calls me “Hero” because he loves me the
best, I am very happy because I know Ahmed will never
part with me.