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[30 Nov 2011 | Comments Off | 0 views]


Eran las siete de la mañana del viernes cuando dobló la esquina de la plaza para llegar a su edificio. Una hora más tarde seguía dando vueltas por el piso. Puso uno de sus LP’s y se tumbó en la cama. Podía hacer todo el ruido que quisiese, su única vecina era una viuda medio sorda. Mientras Sabina cantaba sus Dieguitos y Mafaldas, juró que era la última vez que hacía aquello.
A las doce encendió su tercer y, supuestamente, último cigarrillo del día. Alguien llamó a la puerta.

Una chica esperaba fuera. Era cierto, le había dicho que iría a verlo el sábado.
Se llamaba Carlota o Carolina. Le molestaba no recordar su nombre, pero siempre había tenido ese problema y salía del paso como podía. Sabía que estudiaba tercero o cuarto de Magisterio pero que no le gustaban los niños. Y que era Navarra. Sí, últimamente le estaba prestando atención.

Casi sin mediar una palabra la invitó a entrar. En otras circunstancias se hubiera mostrado encantador, pero estaba cansado. Además, desde hacía algún tiempo, le perseguía una sensación, entre la culpa y la tristeza, por como había terminado su última relación. Por casualidad, aquel había sido un verano agradable, más de lo que podía haber llegado a imaginar. Ella era muy graciosa pero no muy lista y, aunque al principio no le importó, luego la cosa se volvió insostenible.
Sonaba ahora El caso de la rubia platino. Muy apropiada; la chica era rubia.
-Estás horrible –dijo Carlota o Carolina.
-Ha sido una mala noche.
Se produjo un silencio incómodo.
-Bueno, pues entonces mejor me voy. Necesitas descansar. Nos veremos otro día.
Él bajó la cabeza y suspiró. “Vaya mierda”, pensó. Era una buena chica y no se merecía aquello sin un motivo.
-Qué tontería -dijo sonriendo-. Ni aunque llevará dos semanas sin dormir permitiría eso.
Ella respiró aliviada, rió y se sentpreguntabaeguntainiciativa ella-.cona. uio. Pero un silencio distinto al de antes. Ya no era nada inco Viva el egoismo  tipicos aron en el sofá.
La conversación fluyó fácil. ¿Cómo va la universidad? Que no te parezca mal pero… ¿Magisterio? ¡Pero si ni siquiera te gustan los niños? ¿Y qué tal los compañeros? ¿Estás contenta en la ciudad?  Todo ello con algunas pinceladas de No hay mucha gente que piense así y Me alegro de que lo entiendas. Tú, tú y tú. La experiencia le decía que esa era la clave en las conversaciones con mujeres.
Llevaban ya varios cafés, cuándo se produjo otro silencio.
-¿Sabes qué? –por primera vez hablaba ella antes-. No aguanto a Sabina, me parece un hipócrita.
Haya calma.
-Es posible, pero la música no es cuestión de ideologías y compone divinamente.
-Lo sé. Hipócrita no es una ideología, sino una manera de ser con respecto a la vida –sentenció ella sin levantar la vista del café.
Touché. ¡Vaya una sorpresa! Pero, ¿de dónde coño salía ahora aquello? Vale, ese era el motivo. Una chica rara. Demasiados problemas.
Media hora más tarde estaba de nuevo a solas con Sabina y un cenicero que apestaba de olor a tabaco rancio su vida.

A las siete y media de la mañana dobló la esquina de la plaza. Tumbado en la cama se juró una vez más que aquella era la última vez, que se volvería formal, que cambiaría de vida. Y por primera vez, sintió que tenía que parar la música, para poder continuar con todo lo demás.

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[29 Nov 2011 | Comments Off | 0 views]

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[27 Nov 2011 | Comments Off | 0 views]

الانتقائية في العدل ….. ظلم


إنما أَهلك مَن كان قَبلكم، إذا سَرقَ فيهم الشّريف تركوه، واذا سَرقَ فيهم الضّعيف أقاموا عليه الحَد
صدق رسول الله

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[21 Nov 2011 | Comments Off | 0 views]

Nouf almost shrieked with delight when her husband announced that they’d better go home rest before their flight. Of course his mother protested and made unecessary comments but he didn’t relent and she almost ran to his car with relief. He must had&nb…

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[20 Nov 2011 | Comments Off | 0 views]

I never quite understood how people can spare their loved ones upsetting matters for the sake of their happiness. I am a very open person with those around me yet sometimes, no matter how much I want to, I choose to keep troubling issues to myself. We …

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[14 Nov 2011 | Comments Off | 0 views]

The desperation in his husky voice made her turn around and stand right in front of him. She tried to see his face through the darkness yet failed. He extended his hand to her and pulled her on his lap. She searched his eyes for reassurance. When she f…

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[13 Nov 2011 | Comments Off | 0 views]

This post is extremly short!
 
Dedicated to Fjb el7elwa! ;* sorry 3el ta25er! 

Previous from last post
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Faris return to his place while thinking of his love, shams! He’s trying to find a great idea to propose to her in a way no one ever thought of before! But how was the question!

Shams’s point of view
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It’s been a week since I talked to faris! Madri eshsalfita he’s not calling or texting me w a7is fashla itha I called or texted him alot, chini moshayfa 5air  w 5ayfa la yen7ash mini! :p
 
Aaaah elyoum inshalah bekoun wanasa,  I’m going out with the girls, lulu w badora! It’s funny shlon they always want to hangout when I have work or 5afara what we call it! 

Lulu calling…

Ana: aloo
Lulu: HEY BAAABEE
Ana: RABAAAAAH athooni ra7et!! Luluuuuuu chem Mara lazim agolich lat9er5een!! 
Lulu: lemohim are you ready?!
Ana: eeh eeh thay3ay elsalfa! Yes I’m ready ! Ela Mita ra7 teyeni intay w badora?
Lulu: Ana al7en fel6erej bamer badora w yayenik elmostashfa!
Ana: okay 3ayal I’m waiting!

Half an hour later…..

Lulu w badora e8ta7mew my office while I was checkingup on an old lady! 

Old lady: besmillah! (7e6et Edha 3ala galbha)
Lulu & badora: sorry sorry ( and they left the room) 

After I was done with the patient I went out to the girls

Ana: intaw eshfekom fee a7ed edish ’3orfa chithee!? 7emdaw rabkom mawigaf galb elmara! 
Lulu: sorry makint adri fee a7ed 3indich! 
Badora: te5ayela law yogef galbha chan esh9ar!? 
Ana: chan ensijantaw! 
Lulu: Allah laygola! Inzain yalla nabi endish ur cute disgusting office! 
Ana: mashallah cute w disgusting in one sentence,, madrii shlon! Yalla yalla 7ayakom! (we entered my office w I told lulu to lock it,, tadron to make sure no one enters we7na emba96en 3el arth nakel min ashaz!) 

Badora: (talking with her mouth full) et9adgoon menziman makalait chithe!
Lulu: wai3 wai3 elbaryani kela 6a7 men 7aljich! Ge6e3a te2refen eley jedamich! 
Ana: hahahaha bel3afya (talking to badora) a7ibich yeltrofa (talking to lulu) 
   

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[12 Nov 2011 | Comments Off | 0 views]

3eedkom Mbaraak !

I took so long to post this but I have another one coming in a few days :D

Email me:

walkmewithyou@hotmail.com

Enjoy :*

Dhary picked me up and drove us back to the apartment. He looked really tired and exhausted.

As soon as we entered the apartment Dhary walked to his room and said.

Dhary: ana banam

Me: bs it’s too early

Dhary: ta3ban o daye5 3al a5er

Me: oh ok t9ba7 3ala 5air

I waited for a reply but all I heard was a door slam, I stood there for a second and right there I knew that he’s not ok.

I changed into my PJ’s and sat on my bed thinking and I couldn’t sleep so I thought of going to his room to check on him again.

Me: Dhary * knock knock*

He didn’t reply so I went in. He was in deep sleep, I walked over to his bed and saw that he’s wearing that same shirt he wore today and his shorts! The only thing he took off was his socks and shoes.

I was nervous I had no idea what to do. He’s sleeping. Should I call a doctor?

I placed my hands on his forehead and sensed that his skin was burnin’ so I shook him to wake up…

Me: Dhary goum enta maree’9 lazm enazl 7arartik

Dhary: mmm please 5aleeny anam ana ta3ban

Me: la mu zain goum sit up please and let me help you take off your shirt

Like a kid I made him raise both his arms so I can pull off his shirt. I threw his shirt in the laundry basket and told him to wait in bed while I get him medicine.

Oh! And if you guys are wondering btw he’s wearing underwear *wink wink * he’s not shirtless =D

I walked out and went straight to the kitchen got a big bowl and filled it with water and ice cubes, then I got two hand towels.

All I’m doing is what I learned from my mom over the years. When I get a fever, she would place wet cold towels on my skin to bring my temperature down.

I placed them in a tray and walked to Dhary’s room, then placed the tray on the bedside table.

He looked really tired. It got me worried.

I quickly walked out and got some Advil from the bathroom cupboard and a bottle of water.

When I entered the room again I saw that he’d fallen asleep but still in his sitting position the way I left him.

I placed them on the table and sat by his side looking at him, he looked so weak. As I daydreamed he opened his eyes and placed his hands on mine which brought me back to reality.

Me: sorry (my cheeks turned red)

Dhary: my insane nurse is sexy

Me: 7atan when you’re sick you flirt? And I’m not insane

Dhary: mafeeny shay

Me: enta mu 9a7y, yala lie down kamadat

He lied down straight on his bed and I started soaking the small towel in the cold water and placed each on his forehead in turns.

He started shaking his head not liking what I was doing.

Dhary: lazm ya3ny? (he shook he head trying to move the towels)

Me: la Dhary pleaase don’t move the towel. 7arartk wayd metraf3a

Dhary: mafeni shay saroona (he whispered in a sleepy voice) bs khaleni anam shway

Me: I can’t leave you like this.

The towel that was in his forehead was now warm. I took it and soaked it back into the cold water and used the other one.

Me: enzain here you go, I brought you some Advil.

He slowly sat up.

I gave him the pills and then the water to help him swallow them.

Dhary: thank you saroona. La t7ateen I’m fine

Me: akhaleek etnaam, enta kalayt shay?

Dhary: la mu msht’hy 7beebty

Did he just call me 7abeebty? Waay eyanin, even when he’s sick, he’s cute.

I’m not really leaving him. I’m gonna stay up all night if that’s what it takes. He tried shutting his eyes and just before he shut them completely he said…

Dhary: namay

Me: enta nam malik shghl feeni

Next thing I know I had my own arm on Dhary’s far waist and my head resting on his bump of a tummy and my feet were still on the floor.

That was how that day ended

When I woke up that morning I found myself on his bed and he was on my left already wide-awake staring at me. When I realized that it was me he’s staring at I covered my face with the covers and turned the other way giving him my back.

I started thinking ambaih when did I sleep in his bed? How did I get under the covers?

Dhary: Haaah! Sh-hal ‘3ash ana na6rech tgomin akher shay ten5ashain?

Me: eeh! I have a quick question

Dhary: ask

Me: how did I get under YOUR covers?

Dhary: I saw u sleeping rasich 3ala karshy, eedich 3ala khi9ry. El nouma klsh ma kanat muree7a fa shltich, 7a6aytich 3ala lefrash o la7aftich o bas :D

Me: bs?

Dhary: eeee now show me that angelic face?

Me: and for how long were you staring? (still holding the covers over my head)

Dhary: madry bs n6art wayed yala 3aad (e7awl yaksr 5a6ry)

Me: fine

I said as I turned back to face him

Dhary: karshy muree7? :p (he teased)

Me: taby e9ij? Mathker!

Dhary: 3ayaraaa ela tathkerin 3adil bs matabin te3tarfain ena 3ajbich

Me: in your sweet dreams :p enta 6ebt?

I placed my hand on his forehead to check his temperature gladly it was better than ams!

Me: wayed a7san mn ams :D

Dhary: ana mu gtlich ma feeni shay

Me: embala feek shay so 3ashan matred el 7arara rou7 tesaba7 please oh and give me my phone I think hnak (I pointed at the other bedside table by his side)

He stretched his arm and got hold of my phone and gave it to me.

Me: thankyou!

He got up winked and made his way to the toilet.

I checked my phone and saw that I had missed calls from my mom, Aziz, and Noura.


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[12 Nov 2011 | Comments Off | 0 views]

hello dear readers, I’ve decided to complete the story “My name is Nouf” since it’s unfair for you my devoted readers to leave the story unfinished besides I hate to leave things unfinished!much love-moi x

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[5 Nov 2011 | Comments Off | 0 views]

Reuniting with a best friend after a long time apart is like greeting winter after a scorching summer. I know it might feel like the contrary to some but I feel the need to cool off after a hot and hazy summer, metaphorically speaking.Every time the ai…

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[2 Nov 2011 | Comments Off | 0 views]

I have lived through hell in the past two hours, in a bed of fire and sweat, living between the toilet and my flaming bed.. Slipping in and out of conciousness..I died a thousand times..and it was that thin line between awake and sleep that killed me a…