Hello! I have a quiz tomorrow, so naturally, I chose to type up a post instead of studying! Procrastination at its best *sigh* I love my blog. And my new layout. I hate the color pink, but I do love my layout. In fact, I dedicate this post to my layout…

Hello! I have a quiz tomorrow, so naturally, I chose to type up a post instead of studying! Procrastination at its best *sigh* I love my blog. And my new layout. I hate the color pink, but I do love my layout. In fact, I dedicate this post to my layout…

- awalan abee agoolokom enna i misssss u guys wallah !! y3ne a7is ive been distant wayid minkom oo mo3ajibny ilwa’63 bssss shswyyy kabootatkom mash’3oolaa mash’3ooolaaaa !!!!-laish liq8 fa’6yaa?? mafeee a7ad mn9iji…i mean mashoof siyayeer bss fee nas…

“I’m so sleepy”“Don’t sleep”“Why not?”“Stay with me”“I’ll be with you tomorrow”“No”“Yes.. la7eg 3alay”“No stay with me”“Hmm ok, but I’m too tired to think of something to talk about, so you talk”“No, you do…

They enjoyed thier food and M7amad paid the bill. It was ten and they were up for a fun night, except for Hanouf.

“Yalla, enroo7 Piccadilly?” M7amad asked, putting his coat on.

“Ee ee, yalla.” Yara answered excitedly.

“Haha, aham shay el mshta6! Haha, yalla guys, ana lazim amshy.”

“Laa 3aad!” Yara whined.

“Adry you hate me bs walla I have to. Bs bashoofkum bukra, ok?”

“Akeed, and correction, I don’t hate you, infact I love you with all my heart.” Yara winked at her.

“Haha, bassich with your gayness Yara. Yalla enwa9lich.” M7amad laughed at Yara’s silliness.

“La la, mala da3y. You guys roo7y el7een, w ashoofkum bukra Inshalla.”

“La2, lazim ykoon m3aach 7ad, b3ad Ra2ood by’thba7ny o laish 5alait murty bl 7alha o madry shino, yalla yuba yalla, enwa9lich.” M7amad insisted.

“La la, a9lan 3ady he’s a few blocks away o ana I’ll meet him there.”

She hated doing this. Lieing to her friends.

“Ee, ok. Bnwa9lich 3inda o marra wa7da ensalim 3alaih.” M7amad said enthusiastically.

“Guys! Ro7oo yalla. Late25eroon. Yalla ashoofkum bachr.”

She hugged Yara and kissed both her cheeks and then hugged M7amad.

“Ok, bs call me when you get to the appartment.” Yara hugged me once more.

“Inshalla. Yalla bye yal dubb.”

“7araam 3alaiich, ana dubb?”

“Haha, yalla. Good night guys.”

“Good night, o salmy 3ala Ra2id.”

“Yo9al Inshalla…”

She turned around, with her hands in her coat seeking warmth, and walked down the street. She wasn’t going to lie and say that she wasn’t afraid. She was scared as hell, but she didn’t want her friends to come along with her. She wanted to be alone.

As she was walking, there was an Italian restaurant with a bunch of guys in it. The all whisteled as she passed by and she felt very uncomfortable. Even after passing them she felt their eyes peircing her from behind, and looking at her in a very dirty way. Assholes! she thought to herself when she hears foot steps from behind her, trying to catch up with her.

“Excuse me Miss?”

Hanouf turned around slowly.

“Umm, yeah?”

“I’m sorry for the bad behaviour my friends put back on there when you passed.”

“It’s ok…they’re guys after all…”

She smiled and left.

She finally reached the appartment and thanked god that she reached safely. She opened the lights of the living room and went to the bedroom. She entered the bathroom, did her business, washed her face, washed up to pray, and changed into her pyjama’s. She prayed and went to the living room and started reading a book.

It was twelve and she was worried sick. She picked up her phone and called him. When the dial tone finally started the door opened. She turned to her left and see’s him walking in. His hair was a mess and he looked so tired. Hanouf watched him as he went into the guest room -that’s where he moved to after the fight they had- and closed the door behind him.

She sat in her place and thought. This is it. She finally made her mind up. She was going to talk to him tomorrow morning, but she was in need for a good night’s rest.

She got up, closed the lights and went into her bedroom.

She burried herself into her warm quilts. For the first five minutes she couldn’t go to sleep. She kept on tossing and turning in her bed until she heard a door open and some foot steps outside her room. It was Ra2id.

She then heard the foot steps coming closer and closer and he opens her door, quietly. She made herself look asleep and he tiptoed into her room. He tiptoed to the left side of the bed, the side that she was on, checked if she was asleep and kissed her forehead.

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Hey guys, umm I’m really sorry if I’m confusing you with the story bs don’t worry the events unfold as I post the other parts, and I’m really sorry again. Oh, yeah and I’m sorry etha it’s quite boring bs I promise ena it’s just the beginning.
Ciao for now ;*

PreviouslyJazzy al k:”Wow I didn’t know you were an X so are you related to Khalid or Waleed”…..Yaqoub Al X:”Yes Waleed I think u r my sisters friend…. right… do u study at ***?”I didn’t want to answer his question so I asked a question.Jazzy A…

Previously..

3bdulla: i mean i think im starting to have feelings for u ya Najla, trust me im as shocked as u are, cuz 9ij ma tuwaqa3t ena im gna fall for someone new this fast,

Najla: umm,,, madre shagoulik….

3boudy – Min JaMaLik Ma Abadil Bik BiDeeeL ;* says: Najla, sem3aay ana im telling u how i feel, w now its up to u, even if u dont want to be with me its ok, we can stay as friends, i just dont want to lose u either way.

N;*-Ma 3ash Mn Ykader Kha6eriik Sa3a ;**!: 3bdulla! what abt khaled? u knw eshkthr knt a7ba w uhwa kan e7bnii? wouldnt he get mad? I mean he is your friend after all

3boudy – Min JaMaLik Ma Abadil Bik BiDeeeL ;* says: Najla!! ana manii rad la 3ala khaled wla 3ala ghaira!! he has nothing to do with this! its my life, w i fell for u! w uhwa 7mar! he lost an amazing girl like u, w trust me ra7 yt7asaf 3ala kl ily sawa, bs ana im telling u how i feel about u, w now its all up to u. yala ana b5ith shower o ba6la3 ;* i`ll be online from moblie oqay ?

N;*-Ma 3ash Mn Ykader Kha6eriik Sa3a ;**!: says:
ok, lama ur done tell me ;p

3boudy – Min JaMaLik Ma Abadil Bik BiDeeeL ;* says:
unless u want to join (A)

N;*-Ma 3ash Mn Ykader Kha6eriik Sa3a ;**! says:
LOOOOOOOOOL:P yal shay6an !!! ;p

3boudy – Min JaMaLik Ma Abadil Bik BiDeeeL ;* says:
:$

N;*-Ma 3ash Mn Ykader Kha6eriik Sa3a ;**! says:
yalla go shower;p

3boudy – Min JaMaLik Ma Abadil Bik BiDeeeL ;* says:
not going to join ? ;o

N;*-Ma 3ash Mn Ykader Kha6eriik Sa3a ;**! says:
how abt i go to my shower?;p shawagtnii abii atsaba7 ;p

3boudy – Min JaMaLik Ma Abadil Bik BiDeeeL ;* says:
Yalla, ok, Na3eeeman muqadaman;* w u have my number, so u can call me anytime, and when u have an answer tell me.

3boudy – Min JaMaLik Ma Abadil Bik BiDeeeL ;* is offline

(shasawii? agoula ee? uff madre shasawi;s what about khaled? i mean they are friends, bs lo khaled does love me aw atleast care, then he wouldnt ignore me like he is doing now, YES! i think yes, khala9, i made up my mind, im gonna say yes to him!)

Dear Diary,We reached London today, I actually missed it but I was worried about how seeing S3ood again would affect our fragile friendship. We’ve been texting all day, every day for the past two weeks, he was literally with me every minute of my day…

She heard the loud bang of the door as it closed. She got up and hurried to get a box of tissues from the coffee table and the next second he was standing above her.

“WHERE THE HECK WERE YOU?!!!! WHY AREN”T YOU ANSWEREING MY CALLS?! I CALLED A THOUSAND TIMES FOR THE PAST HOUR AND YOU DIDN’T ANSWER ME!!”

She hated it when he got mad and was outraged.

“I…I…wa…I was…here.” she managed to say while wipping the marble floor.

“You look at me when I talk to you, sam3a?!” he was still angry.

She started shivering and cut her hand accidentally with the broken peice of glass.

“Hanouf, 7ayati, are you okay?” his facial expression suddenly changed.

He was sitting on the floor when he pulled her in for a hug, but she pushed back. She pulled herself together, got up, picked the peices of broken glass and walked to the bin. He got up and followed her, held her arm and turned her around.

“Baby, walla iny asiif. I’m so so sorry. Ma kan 8a9dy. I was worried.”

“I’m not your…baby…”

“Hanoufa, 5ala9 ya baba 5ala9, I tod you. I had nothing to do with it, it was all her fault. Why can’t you forgive me? I didn’t even do anything. Walla ya Hanouf, walla!”

She broke into tears and started crying.

“But I saw you…I saw you ya Ra2id…I did…”

“You’re right, you saw me. But it wasn’t me. Laish ma tabeen et9adgeeny? Why?!”

“I can’t…I…simply…can’t…”

“So that’s it? Keeping it all in and going to counselling will do? Do you honestly think if we stay like this and only talk during that one hour and come back home doing nothing, you think we’ll progress and get better? I don’t get you anymore Hanouf!”

He grabbed his coat from the couch and stormed out of the appartment.

“I don’t get you either…” she whispered to herself.

She got up and went to the bathroom to clean the cut on her hand. She rinsed it carefully and went to the dressing room and got the first aid kit out and opened. She took the swab, cleaned it once more, placed a peice of cotton on the cut, placed a sterile bandage on top and taped it.

She thought she was going to cry, but as weird as it may seem, she just sighed, got up and reached for her phone. She opened her call log and called Yara.

“Alloo…?” it was a deep masculine voice.

Hanouf checked the screen and it was Yara’s number.

“Ummm, hay ra8am Yara, mo 9a7?”

“Ee, umm…Hanouf?”

“Uhh, ee Hanouf…mm mn m3ay?”

“La shda3waa, ma3rafteeny?” he chuckled.

“7amood!?” she couldn’t believe it was him.

She missed him so much. He’s like her own brother, mind you but Yara’s whole family was like her’s. She loved them so much and their parents treated her like their own daughter, like wise too.

“Hanouf! It’s M7amad! Ana akbar mnich eb 3 sneen!”

“Haha, yalla 3ad 3an el 6nazaa! I miss you yal dubb!”

“Haha, same here! Wainich mnsa3a shradty?”

“Laa, bs I was so…busy…that’s all.”

“Ee ee, g9y 3alay!”

“No, honestly…”

“Hanofoo, shfeech? You aren’t your usual, crazaay, hyper self!”

“La la, mafeeny shay!”

What a liar, she thought to herself.

“Haha, enzain let’s meet up el laila, ee o yeebe wyaach Ra2id. Lah wa7sha walla.”

“Uhh, Ra2id…mash’3ool…madry waina actually…6ali3…”

“5ala9 3ayal, el muhm ana o Yara 3azmeenich 3al 3asha. Can you make it?”

“…sure.”

“Ok 3ayal, we’ll pick you up from your appartment at 8, 7iloo?”

“Ee…all’s good.”

“Yalla, take care.”

“Bye…”

She closed the phone. She didn’t know wether to call Ra2id and tell him, leave a note for him on the counter or message him.

It was seven and Ra2id still hadn’t shown up. Hanouf was getting ready for her night out, and while she was, she tried to think of a good story as a cover up for the cut on her right hand.

When she was done she waited in the living room for M7amad and Yara, and when they did, she closed the lights and locked the appartment door behind her. They said their hello’s and and all and walked to Ask, the girls favorite restaurant.

When they got there, they were seated and given the menu.

“Are you ready to order?” the waiter asked them a couple of minutes later.

“Yup, we are. Ok, so I’ll have the Penne e Pollo Pomodorini Basilico. What about you girls?”

“I’ll have the Spaghetti Gamberi e Rucola, shtabeen Yara?”

“…and I’ll have the Spaghetti Carbonara, thank you.”

“Oh, yeah and make sure not to add any wine in the dishes please.” M7amad added.

“What about your drinks?”

“We’ll all have a normal coke?” M7amad looked at the girls for approval.

They nodded.

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Sorry etha fii any spelling mistakes it’s jsut 3ashan I’m in a hurry.
Ciao, love you guys ;*

“Good morning..”“Hmm..”“Wake up”“I’m up.. Good morning”“Hmm..”“You slept well?”“No”“Why not?”“I hate hotel beds..”“Oh..”“Also I kept thinking of you.. I can’t wait to see you..”“Hmm.. I can’t wait eit…

Hope you guys enjoy this long post celebrating the 100 followers;* I love you all:**

Munthir: Lamari

Lamar: Hmm

Munthir: Lamar mama goumay telephonich ga3id erin

Lamar: Sheela shouf who is it

Munthir: Aloo

Guy: Aah min ma3ay?

Munthir: Asif bas min 7athritik?

Guy: La khala9 ithahir ini dag ’3ala6

Munthir: La tfathal min baghait?

Guy: Baghait Lamar Al Flani

Munthir: ee na3am hatha mobilha bas ihya al7een nayma min agoolaha?

Guy: Goolaha Mu2ayad Al Flani wihya bit3arifni, mashkour okhooy

Million thoughts rushed through Munthir’s head, is it possible that Lamar is cheating on him? Lamar’s phone rang once again as soon as he shut the phone.

Munthir: Na3am?

Ghizlan: Bismila sh’hal nafsiya yallah 9iba7 khair

Munthir: Oh hala Ghizlan shlounich sam7eeni

Ghizlan: Mm Munthir, Lamar yamik?

Munthir: ee bas nayma, baghaiteeha ibshay tharoori?

Ghizlan: ee ma3alaik amir, mumkin tga3idha

Munthir: Enshala digeega.

Munthir: Lamar, Lamar, goumay telephone

Lamar: hmm goolihum nayma

Munthir: Gltlihum hathi Ghizlan tabeech tharoori

I was sure that it was going to be something silly so I wasn’t interested in listening, I just got up, hit the shower and dressed up. The moment I walked out of the bathroom, Lamar was in a hustle and getting changed.

Munthir: Wain inshala min il 9ib7?

Lamar: Jiwana, Jiwana bil mustashfa o waayid ta3bana, ana barou7laha

Munthir: Ni6ray ana awa9lich

I got my wallet and cell while I waited at the car. I decided not to ask about this Mu2ayad since it wasn’t the time but I wasn’t willing to let it go.

Lamar’s face was pale, she was really frightened and it showed, ksarat kha6ri

Munthir: La t7ateen inshala mafeeha ila il 3afia

Lamar: Inshala

I kept my eyes fixed on the street the whole drive to the hospital.

Lamar: Wainha?

Ghizlan: Bil dar ga3da trayi7 they’re waiting for her results but she should be fine.

Lamar: Zain yalah khan rou7laha

We went in to Jiwana and she was resting, not asleep, she told us what happened to her and how she passed out. Moments later the doctor entered with a smile on her face.

Doctor: Mabrook ya madam danti 7amil

Jiwana: Shinu? 7amil??

Tears rushed all the way down her cheeks

Doctor: hahaha ma3alaish ya 7abeebti dol dimoo3 il fara7

Our faces were as pale and blank as a white piece of paper, we did not know how to react, we knew that this is considered to be a crises, not knowing where Ghassan is, especially since the wedding hasn’t been formed yet and over seeing the fact our culture runs, lots is gonna be told.

We went by her side and tried soothing her down, but her cries were unsoothable.

Jiwana: Goolooli ana shloun barabi yahil brou7i wala adri wain iboo!! Shasawi feeh? 7ita 3irsna ma sawaina shbegooloon il nas?

She was crying and crying and we tried calming her down, until the nurses had came in had medicine in her IV which caused some drousiness into her till she eventually fell asleep.

Lamar: What are we gonna do?

Ghizlan: Find Ghassan at first that’s for sure.

Lamar: Allah kareem inshalah allah esahil we7ilha alf 7allal

We stayed with Jiwana a couple of hours more until she was released, we talked some sense into her and she eventually calmed down.

Munthir came by to pick me later on and here’s how our drive back home went,

Munthir: Shlounha al7een?

Lamar: Inshala a7san

Munthir: Allah e3eenha we9aberha

I noticed that the route Munthir was taking was longer than the one we normally take.

Munthir: Fee wa7id isma Mu2ayad dag 3alaich

Lamar: mm

Munthir: Shinu mm minu hatha Mu2ayad?

Lamar: Wa7id kan ma3ay yadris ib Manchester

Munthir: ee shaku daglich bil a5a9 sh3inda dag shyabi?

Lamar: Ana shdarani chan sa2alta inta ib nafsik oo he’s nothing but a friend o law sama7t wadni il bait mali khilg 3awar ras

He just increased his force on the accelerator and drove much faster, I went home, washed up, prayed and headed to sleep, completely ignoring Munthir. It wasn’t the time to discuss such matter and he should know better than that.

Where’s Ghassan? Will he come back to see his child or won’t he ever see him? Will the child have a stable codition or is he going to die before birth? And is Mu2ayad just a friend as Lamar claims or is there more to him?

deticated too cupid.. iloveu;*———————————————–Incoming Call.”na3am”-D”na3ama torfisich , maygooloon na3aam igooloon ..”-Jkilla ma a5alee ikamil kalama.hehe”Shtabeny agool… hi baby, hi cookie, hi boo?”-D”5arabty mazajy…..

“So.. did you pack?”“Not yet..”“What are you waiting for?”“I’m only coming for two days you know”“I know.. but don’t you want to look sexy for me?”“I always look sexy”“Whatever”“It’s true”“Yeah ok.. where are you…

Enjoy!Previously;”Your friend [Meera] I want her make it happen” Jasim grinned at me and followed the gang….”Ya3ny you don’t have the guts to do something fun, you don’t live your life to the fullest. You’re weird, you’re like scared of freedom, you …

Enjoy!Previously;”Your friend [Meera] I want her make it happen” Jasim grinned at me and followed the gang….”Ya3ny you don’t have the guts to do something fun, you don’t live your life to the fullest. You’re weird, you’re like scared of freedom, you …

I always have been a big child. I was so tall for my age. It started when I turned four; I was taller than everyone, even the boys. It embarrassed me so much and I remember always asking my mother why all the other kids were small and I wasn’t, she’d…

I’m very hurt and frustrated.. I don’t get how people can be so mean! The story is supposed to go downhill after this and it goes on to how i hit rock bottom but its getting so hard for me to continue especially with people calling me a “bgara” and a “9aida” and so on.. I know that some probably didn’t mean it bas it still hurts.. To you its probably just another story but its so much more to

I’m very hurt and frustrated.. I don’t get how people can be so mean! The story is supposed to go downhill after this and it goes on to how i hit rock bottom but its getting so hard for me to continue especially with people calling me a “bgara” and a “9aida” and so on.. I know that some probably didn’t mean it bas it still hurts.. To you its probably just another story but its so much more to

Greetings! How goes it? So am I the only person that hates summer? I keep reading blog entries and everyone’s ecstatic about its arrival and I just want it to be banished from existence :( I hope to encounter one person, JUST ONE that hates it as much …

Dear Diary,It’s weird how S3ood reacted to my message. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that he would respond like that, he seemed so easy going, so simple. Gone was the complicated, dark S3ood that I knew in London. This new S3ood was silly, p…

As she made her way down Sloan Street and turned onto the right corner going to Harrods she saw a familiar figure waving her hand frantically in the air. She squinted her eyes and as she got closer she saw that it was Yara.

She walked as fast as her 5 inch black Gucci pumps allowed her to. She was more than ecstatic. She hasn’t seen her since the end of summer in Lebanon. Yara arrived this morning from the girls home town, Qatar.

Yara was now running towards her, and as usual, Yara never wears heels. She’s the tallest one of the girls in their group -the girls were Hanouf, Haya, Hala and Yara- and so she was mostly in flats, not that the other girls were too short.

“YOYO! I miss you!”

Hanouf hugged her so hard. She missed her best friend so much. She was her soul mate, sister…even if she started with the words to explain her she wouldn’t be done even if it were tomorrow.

“HANOUFA!!!! I miss you more!!”

They exchanged pleasantries and hugged each other hello. They were more than happy to see each other. They started talking and exchanging information between them. Hanouf asked how things back home were while Yara did the same, how were things with her hear.

“Hehe, tara t3abt w ana wagfaa, 5alna nd5al Harrods o ng3ad eb gahwaa,” Hanouf said as she adjusted the belt to her coat.

“Yalla. Bs la Harrods 7ada za7ma, mafi mkaan ng3ad feeh. O et3arfeeny, mabby ag3ad eb Laduree, ylwa3 el chabd. Malyaan nas kila ma’9athr oo chii, shrayiich ng3ad eb Patisserie Valerie.”

Hanouf laughed at her friend and they both walked to Patisserie Valerie, just a few feet away from them. Although this coffee shop was always full they managed to find a table in the middle. The girls ordered and chatted while witing for their food.

In the middle of their waiting, Yara brouhgt on the topic that Hanouf was wishing to avoid the whole time that she’ll be spending with Yara.

“B3d Hanoufa, ee sh5bar Ra2id?”

Yara winked at her.

Although Yara was more than a sister to Hanouf, Hanouf had kept something away from her. She hadn’t told her about the dispute that happened between them weeks ago and what happened during the past few months. She wished to keep it to herself, for she didn’t want to worry her friends and family…or at least she thought so.

“Tamaam el 7mdilla,” she busied herself playing with the napkin.

“Excuse me ladies, here’s your orders. Toasted cheddar cheese & tomato sandwich…”

“Oooooh, here please, hehe.” Yara giggled as she was starving to death.

“…and there you go ma’am, your Tricolore salad.”

“Thank you,” Hanouf answered with a smile.

They started eating and were induldging in their food and laughing. They talked about the in’s and out’s of fashion. They talked about the everything, not leaving a comment and single remark unsaid.

When they finished their food, they paid the bill and got up to leave.

“Yalla 3ayal hunn, a5aleech.”

“La waiin?” Yara pouted.

“I promise you bachr mn el 9b7 o b3d el wa7da o ana I’m all yours, bs I have to go now,” she said as she kissed her cheeks.

“Promise!”

“I promise, hehe.”

“Ok, good.”

“Enzain, tabeeny awa9liich?”

“La la, ako I see 7amood over there, yalla bye 7abeebty!”

M7amad was Yara’s brother.

“Yalla, take care hunn. O say hi to him for me.”

“Inshalla, muaa. Ciaoo Bello.” she winked and left.

Hanouf made her way to the appartment. She felt for her BlackBerry in her oversized black D&G bag. She took it out and find that she had 4 BBM’s, they were all from her friend, and none from Ra2id.

When she got to the appartment, she took her Burberry coat off and hung it in her closet. She took her shoes off and replaced them with her fluffiest, comffiest slippers. She grabbed a neatly folded shawl from her cupboard and wrapped it around her. She went to the kitchenette and made herself a hot cup of cooca and sat by the fire place.

- Flashbacks starting -

2 years ago…

It was her day. The day that every little girl would have dreamt of. That day was the day she was going to marry the love of her life. That day, she was all smiles. She felt herself in a dream or fairytale. She never believed in love, but when she met him, he changed her whole world upside down, but for the better.

The wedding ceremony was just as planned and perfect like she wanted. Her flower girls, Tamara and Lara, were cute and adorable in their matching dresses as they held the basket of flowers. Her best friends were around her and perfected everything for her. Her mother, like every mother, shed a tear or two at the sight of her grown up daughter. Her father, like every father, proud and ready to place his daughter in the safety of another man’s hands. Her brothers and sisters, like any other sibblings, were ecstatic and beyond happy. Her family and friends were there to support her and share their happiness.

As she walked down the aisle and sat on the big, gold and white kosha, everyones eyes were on her; for she was a beautiful rare cut diamond, as her mother and father liked to call her. She felt like a princess with her Vera Wang wedding gown that she brought form Selfridges. Her hair was pinned up perfectly and her train as long and wonderful as ever.

As she sat on her Kosha and the as the people came up and exchanged the usual pleastantries and congradulating the bride, she was wanted to fast forward the whole thing to the part where her shinig prince in armour makes the entrance.

While she started taking pictures with the guests she saw the young ladies and women dancing around in their colorful and pretty dresses. She admired their graceful movements and sways and smiled to herself.

When the time finally came and the women covered their cleavage, he entered with a big, bright smile showing off his million dollar smile. She sighed in releif. She couldn’t believe that it was finally time. A time for an end and a fresh new start. After tonight, everything changes.

As he was came down the aisle with the men and boys following him, her heart skipped a beat and butterflies formed in her stomach. At that moment, she felt fear and happiness both at the same time. She feared leaving this place behind but what happy to move on with her life…especially with her husband.

He finally reached the kosha and kised her forehead, never taking his eyes off of her. Then came her father and his father, whom they kissed her forehead respectively. Her brothers and his brother followed as they did the same and the little boys all lined up in front for their pictures to be taken.

After all the men left and he was the only one left with her, he took her hand in his and kissed it. He nealed in a bit closer and whispered to her.

“You look breathtaking…”

She giggled and blushed like the first time he saw her.

“When are we leaving?…I want you…”

She giggled again and whispered in his ear.

“Hehe, 3aib. It’s just another hour and a half or so, be patient…” she laughed at him.

Before they left, her mother and his came up to them to accompany them to their room. As she got up and steadied herself his mother kissed her cheeks and looked at her lovingly.

“Don’t worry 7abeebty, he’s going to take care of you. He’s my son and I raised him well. All ywafgkum w haneekum ya ba3d 3umry inty.” she said as her eyes teared.

Hanouf smiled at his mother and kissed her head.

“Mashkoora 5alty…” she smiled to her and held her hands and kissed them.

Her mother came and hugged her daughter and was on the verge of crying when Ra2id comforted her. He knew that if she cried Hanouf was going to cry after her, and the last thing he wanted was to see his beautiful bride cry on their special day.

“Lat7ateen 5alty, ba7i6a b3yoony, ma ra7 ahidha dgeega. Ehya amanty el7een…and as long as she’s with me, she’s going to be safe.” he looked at Hanouf with such love, it was undescribable.

He kissed her mothers head and hand. They both did the same to their mothers and down the aisle they went, up to a room with the photographer behind them.

They had taken many many pictures. They did fool around some of the time but were shot with death stares from the photographer and couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of it.

An hour later they were done and they left to their suite.

When they first arrived at their room, Ra2id went down to the lobby and made his way to the concierge desk for their luggage. While he was away, she got out of her heavy dress and chaned into her short night gown that he bought for her when he was away on his business trips while they were engaged. She unpinned her hair and it fell loosely down her shoulders in perfect waves. She entered the bathroom, washed and cleaned up.

When he finally came back up to the room he found her sitting on the chair infront of the dresser combining her hair, and looked as pretty and dazzling as ever…

- End of flashback -

“HANOOOUUUFFFF!!!!!!!” she heard a loud shout which alarmed her and caused the warm cup of cocoa to fall on the marble floor.

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Hey guys, how are you?
Anyways here’s the second post and between if you’re finding the story confusing; el a7dath ra7 etbayin mn 5ilal el upcoming posts ;* LOL I sounded like an arabic teacher at the end :P
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P.S. Oh yeah and one last thing, I’m going to comment on your comments to the previous posts b3dain, umm Inshalla el laila lakin mo al7een.
P.P.S. To those of you who were wondering about my last story, yes I will end it, but I can’t seem to write it right now, there’s something and I can’t figure what it is that;s keeping me from doing it! Although I will soon Inshalla ;*
BUH-BYEEE ;*

My one, my only, my love cupid ;**________________________________________________________________”RSAAAAL” Juwan hollered”haaa” welcoming her from the indoor balcony”shino haa? would you at least come downstairs to welcome me?” walking up the stairs t…

“Good afternoon, I’m Dr.Kelly Simore and welcome to your first marriage counselling session…”

They both smiled to the Dr. and exchanged formalities and introduced themselves.

“So, let’s start this session by me getting to know a little about you, but you won’t be telling me things about yourself, each one of you is going to tell me things like dislikes and likes of the other.”

They both nodded.

“Perfect. Let’s start. Hanouf, you go first.”

Hanouf started with his likes and then with his dislikes. She was looking straight at the therapist while he was staring at her. She knew every single detail about him which amazed him, and not only did she know the simple stuff, for she knew every possible detail from all ranges of topics, which amazed him even more.

“…and that’s it. Oh, and he likes cooking.”

“Wonderful. Now I know a few things about Ra2id here and so it would make it easier for me to get to know him.”

He scooted next to her but she only moved to the farther end of the sofa.

“Ra2id, it’s your turn. Tell me about Hanouf…”

“Well, she likes tanning, swimming…”

“…and the last thing she doesn’t like are cats.”

He finally finished off. The therapist had jotted down every piece of information of the both of them.

When he was done an hour had passed from their first counselling session.

“Ok then, thank you so much for attending today and so we’ll continue in tomorrows session.”

They said their goodbyes and left.

When they got out of the building and into the cold, chilly air of the freeing winter afternoons of London, Hanouf and Ra2id were as quiet as possible. They were walking and were 4 feet away from each other, at least.

“So…” Ra2id began.

She kept on looking straight forward and dug her hands into her beige Burberry winter coat pockets, she was freezing. She was shivering and he noticed. He moved closer to her.

“Wa5r 3any…” she scolded him.

“Hanoufa, you’re obviously freezing. I’ll warm your hands at least, or I’d give you
my jacket…” he said, concerned.

“It’s Hanouf. By the way, I promised Yara I’ll meet up with her. I got to go.”

She started walking in the opposite direction, making her way to Harrods. He followed and held her gently by the arm.

“Fine, let me drop you off.”

She shrugged his hand off of her arm and faced him.

“Ra2id, I can take care of myself. Bye.”

He was getting angry.

“Hanouf, why do you have to be so stubborn!?” he said gritting his teeth.

“Hanouf!”

She ignored him and walked away and that’s it, he didn’t follow her nor try to stop her.

She was heartbroken.

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Hellooooooooooo my friiiieeeenndddddssssss!!!!
I have missed you guys OH SO VERY MUCH babyyyyyy!!!!!!!
Hahahahhahhaha anyways, loooooool excuse my hyperness bs I had…CHOCOLATE…and I can’t wait to tell you guys too….
Ok, so since I honestly don’t know why I can’t post the finale doesn’t mean I should keep you like this, hanging LOOOOOOOOOOOOL – seriously, I’m THAT HYPER!!!!!! Oh and excuse my stupidity too (A) – ok yeah so I thought **drum rooooooooooooll**

I’ll be posting the first part of the new story now!!!!!!!!
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