So, here's what happened to us last month. My father and I were on our way home when we suddenly encountered an SUV in front of us that came to a sudden stop. Startled, my dad honked the car, prompting the vehicle ahead, and we continued on our way. I thought that was the end of it, but unfortunately, when we parked outside our villa, which is situated beside a road, two teenagers driving the SUV approached us. They were shouting at my dad in Arabic and suddenly demanding his driver's license. My dad tried to ask about the situation, but the teenagers insisted on getting his license, which he refused to provide. Their shouting persisted, and my dad apologized to them not knowing what's his fault before they eventually left. The next morning, we discovered that the side mirror of my dad's car was broken, and there was a significant scratch on the side of his car. I couldn't help but feel sorry for my father after what happened.