My father was standing near the window. My mother was sitting in a chair, looking at him. My father
spoke to us firsL
'l'll say this only once. I am not a thief. I don't know who stole the jewellery, but it wasn't me.'
'Of course your father isn't a thief, but people wil l talk. You must be strong and not listen to them.' said my mother.
'What happened father? Why do the police think that you stole the jewellery.' asked Amira.
about two weeks ago, somebody stole a watch. a necklace, some earrings and two rings from Sheikh bin Salem's house. They were very expensive. The poli.ce asketl Sheikh Bin Salem and his wife to give them the names of all their visitors. They have a lot of visitors. I 've been a visitor there many limes as you know. They gave my name hul the police didn't ask me any questions. Nobody thought that I was a thief.'
'So why do they lhink that you are a thief now?' T asked.
'Because some of the jewellery was in I he pat•cel I took to Dubai,' he smiled at ou r surprised faces, bul it wasn't a happy smile.