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[27 Apr 2013 | Comments Off on Mit3eb ElGalb 21 | 0 views]

Mit3eb’s POV:


Noura mkhar3atny.. faj2a wayeha galab a9faar o mo gadra toogaf 3ala 7aailha!!


Bs sikaat o ga3ed a7awel ahadeeha maby abayyen laha eny ga3ed a7ateeha 3ashan matkhaaf zyada!


Nadatnaa el nurse 3ashan nidkhal 3ala el diktoor.


“Hello,” the doctor greeted.


“Hello,” I said.


“So what is the problem?” he asked.


“I don’t know.. Suddenly I feel really weak.. and I feel sick.. and I have a headache,” Noura struggled while she talked through her tears.


“Its ok don’t cry, I just need to run a couple of tests,” the doctor said in his thick French accent.


Ga3ad esa2elhaaa as2ela o ashwaa hadaat shwayy..


Gal enna 7ararat’ha mirtaaf3a o lazim e7i6oolaha drip ni9 sa3a o b3dain nigdar nrid el hotel.


Dakhiloona ghurfa o rakebaw el drip 3ala eedha..


Walla kasra kha6ryy shakilha y3awer el gaalb!


Wayeha a9faar o mu gadra 7ata terfa3 rasha..


Ana kint wagef yam el bab a6al3haa.. shft’ha tfta7 3yonha o edawer..


“Mit3eb?” she called. She tried lifting her head up as she looked for me but that caused her pain..

“Kanyy kany,” I said rushing to sit next to her.


Ga3adt 3ala lifrash yaamha o misakt eedha elly feha el ibra.


“Wainik 3abaly ri7t,” she whispered.


“Wain aroo7? Latkhafeen ga3ed 3ala galbich elyoom ana,” I joked.


Her lips slowly stretched into a smile.


She tightened her grip on my hand.


“Shfech?” I asked.


“Chabdyy taglib,” she said wihya m3afsa wayeha.


“Yalla haanat enshalla t9ereen a7san 3ugeb el drip,” I said.


“Enshallaa,” she said.


7a6aait eedy 3ala yebhat’ha wela algaha 7arraa 7ail…


Thekaart enna kil ma rasy kan y3awerny Noura kanat t7i6 eedha 3ala yabhity tegraa 3alay.. fa ga3adt agra 3alaiha ana o al3ab eb sha3arha lama namat..


Ga3adt a6ale3haa .. shakelha 7aail ta3banaa..


Feeny wala feechhh ya Noura..


Faj2a dashat 3alaina el nurse,


“She has to come with me I need to take a blood sample,” she said.


“Why, is there something wrong?” I asked.


“No, its just normal medical procedure,” she said.


“Ok..” I said.


Lafait 3ala Noura o 7awalt aga3edha..


“Noura,” I whispered. “Noura gomay…


She opened her eyes and looked around, obviously scared.


“Khalasna?” She asked.


“Yaboon yis7bon daam,” I said.


A terrified look washed over her face.


“Laish?”  She asked.


“Madryy walla… bs awal matkhalseen binrid el findiq enshallah,” I said.


“Mabyyy,” She moaned.


“Yallaa elnurse ga3da tan6er,” I said helping Noura get off the bed.


She dragged her feet to the other room; she sat down on the chair and looked at me with terrified eyes.


“Bamsik eedik,” she said.


“Entayy lail7en tkhafeen min el ebra?” I asked.


“Laih bacherr,” she said.


Msekat eedy 3ala ma el nurse rbi6at shay 3ala eedha o shway shway ga3da edakhil el ebra..


Fqa9aat eedy o sakerat 3yoonha 7ail


“Kisaartay eedy ya bint,” I said.


“T3awerr,” she complained.


“Ajer ajer..” I said.


After she finished she stood up and we left the room.


Noura’s POV:


Finally, we reached the hotel.


I feel light headed, but I’m so much better el7imdla.


Lamees and Laila barged into our room.


“Haaa shloonich al7eeen?” They asked.


“El7imdla wayedd a7saan,” I said.


“Abaih faj2aa e3tefastaayy khara3teenyy,” Laila said.


“3An el3ayaraa, walla kan wath3ha 3ady 3ugub ma bla3aat o shba3aat chan tgol waain Noura o Mit3eb shfeehum o gamat etsa2el,” Lamees said.


“Hahahaaa 3adyy 3adyy laila aham ma 3alaiha ba6inha,” I said.


“Enzain roo7aaw khalaw elbint tirtaa7,” Mit3eb said.


“La 3adyy khaal awasi3 9adryy,” I said.


“La la el diktoor gal lazim tnaamen,” Mit3eb said as he removed the cover from the bed.


He patted the bed, “yalla nooom.”


“Et’thayeg el khilg..” Laila said.


“Bni6laa3 3ugub?? Noura t3abreen?” Lamees asked.


“Eeee enshallahh,” I said.


“Etha manimtay maku 6al3a,” Mit3eb said.


“Waay ok,” I said as I got out my pjs.


“3Ayal ana o laila bnroo7 Printemps o Lafayette 3ala ma tray7 Noura,” Lamees said.


“Okk baina o bainkum telephone,” Mit3eb said.


I climbed on the bed and pulled up the cover.


Mit3eb turned off the lights and lamps and closed the curtains.


He turned on the lamp on his side of the bed, sat down next to me and crossed his hands on his chest, “yalla namay.”


“Magdar anam wenta mjabilnyy chthyyy,” I said.


He turned to the right, “ajablich chthy a7san?”


“Ha ha maleeq,” I said with a smile.


“Afaaa2,” he said.


“Faj2a 6arat enooma,” I said.


“Uff kint bagi6 ga6a maleeqa bs rabich sitar,” he said.


“Haha el7imdlaa,” I said.


I placed my head on his lap, “egra 3alay nafs lama kina bl mostashfa ymkin adookh o anam.”


“Kilshay bi7saba,” he said.


“Afaaa,” I said.


“Ee lazim kilshayy asawy a7a9il min wara floos,” he said.


“Mashalla 3alaaik 7ata 3ala murtik?” I asked.


“Ooo entay akthaar wa7da arbaa7 min waraha a9lan,” he said.


“Yabakhty feek,” I said sarcastically.


“6ab3aan,” he said.


“Khalaaas 3ayal maby minik shayy,” I said as I removed my head from his lap.


“Hahaha ta3alay bs ta3alaay,” he said as he slowly brought my head back to his lap.


He started murmuring and I slowly drifted off to sleep.



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I woke up the next morning at 9. I was feeling light headed, and I still felt a little sick.


Ams kan maleeq elsara7a estamratht o ma6al3t bilaail lana kint ta3bana..


Elyom lazim a6laaa3 mayseeer :(


O ma7ad mibtilish feeny ghair Mit3eb ga3ed ma3ay 6ool el wagt allah la ya7rimnyyyy <3


3ugub ma 6ala3t min el 7amam ga3adt adawer Mit3eb maligaita yamy..


Ri7t ghurfat el banat wela kilhum ga3deen barra bil balcony ga3deeen yitrayigoon..


“9abaa7 elkhaiir,” Lamees said when she saw me.


“9aba7 el noor,” I said.


“Eljaw shway barid libsayy jacket,” Mit3eb said.


“3adyy zain el jaww,” I said.


“La Noura akhaf edishich hawa o tistamrithaain,” he said.


“Ka ana 3endy jacket 3ala el qanafa,” Laila said as she went inside to get it for me.


“Mashkoora,” I said.


“Shirbayy shay dafyy,” Mit3eb said.


Abaaih shfeee:::


“Ok aby gahwaa please,” I said.


Mit3eb poured me coffee with milk and handed me a plate of pastries.


“Eklaay 3adel ams makalaitay shay,” he said.


“Hmmm mo mshtahya walla,” I said.


Madry shfeeeny 9ayra ma ashtihy akil mu min 3awaydy  el9ara7aa..


“Ee entay 7awlay takleen o ra7 tishtiheen,” he said.


I stared at the plate in front of me, and I can feel Mit3eb staring at me waiting for me to start eating.


“Tabeen ayeeblich shay mu3ayyan, entay amray,” he said.


“Tara 9ayer 6ayeb el yoom eghtanmay el fur9a,” Laila said.


“Haha laa matga9er,” I said.


Faj2a faj2aaa shtahaait cookies.. mayhimnyy min wain bs aby cookies al7een al7eeen!!!!


It was a strong craving; I’ve never craved anything that much before.


“Aby cookies,” I blurted out.


“Eklaay reyoog san3 shnu cookies,” Mit3eb said.


“Laa aby cookies al7eeeen,” I said.


“Min9ijiich?” he asked.


“Eee walla,” I said.


“Ok eklay al7een o laih 6ala3na ashterelech 60 cookie, bs eklay al7een,” he said.


“Okk okk,” I said.


I started eating… I forgot how good pastries tasted here!!


Mit3eb’s phone rang so he went into the room to answer it, while Laila, Lamees and I continued eating.


“Shnu khi6atkum el yoom?” Laila asked.


“Shloon el soog?” I asked.


“Eyaaanin wayed ashya shift’hum o gilt baridlhum 3ugub,” Laila said.


“9iij ashwaa 3ayal khanroo7 elyoom,” I said.


“Eee ok,–


“Noura,” Mit3eb called.


He stood in the doorway with a huge grin on his face; it was so big I had to smile when I saw him.


“Halaa?” I asked.


He started chuckling and grinning even wider, “Noura, entay 7amil!!”

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[21 Apr 2013 | Comments Off on Mit3eb ElGalb 20 | 0 views]

Noura’s POV: 

I woke up the next morning at about 7:30 am. Madry shimga3dny hal 7azza! I tiptoed to the bathroom to wash and change.

Wesalna ams mt2akher fa ma 6ala3t aghrathy min el jan6a. 3ad ga3adt a6al3 hdoomy o hdoom Mit3eb o a3alig’hum.

After I finished, I didn’t have anything else to do so I went out to the balcony and enjoyed the view.

The cool breeze played with my hair making it fly in all directions. It sent a chill down my spine and that felt so good.

Suddenly I felt someone’s arm wrap around me. I jumped and turned around to see Mit3eb chuckling. Shd3wa khtara3t ya3ny mnu bekon mawjod ghair mit3eb:::

“Ga3da mbacher elyoom,” Mit3eb whispered in my ear, still hugging me from the back.

“Eee madry shfeeny,” I said.

“3ayal khani6laa3 nitmasha,” he suggested.

“Wilbanat?” I asked.

“Etha g3adaw eyolina,” he said.

“Okk al7een abadel,” I said.

I changed into my washed out skinny jeans and a light pink fitted blazer.


“Khalaast,” I announced.


Mit3eb was sitting on the couch with his feet up reading a magazine, “tawww enass a9lan nisait ena bni6la3.”

“Hahaa 3ayartiiik,” I said as I walked to the door.


I left the room and he followed me.


“Wain tabeen nro7?” he asked.


“Khanroo7 Laduree,” I said.


“3ala fikra tara 7ajzeen el ghurfa ma3a ryoog,” he said.


“Ok bacher nitrayag hny bs bkhaa6ry aroo7 Laduree,” I said, batting my eyelashes at him.


“Yalla amerna lallaah magdar akhaly shay eb kha6riich,” he said.


“Merciii,” I said with a grin.


“Ooo 3ad al7een ebtig3ad titfalsaf bil faransy,” he said.


“Haw ba3ad hatha mukana!!” I said.


“Allaah y3een,” he said.


I giggled.


“Shetha7ik?” he asked.


“Madry ta3leeqatik t’tha7ikny,” I said.


“Hatha ahaam shay,” he said with a smile.


I feel blessed.


We left the hotel and started walking down the streets of Paris. It has a unique feel to it. The cool breeze swept through my hair and tickled the back of my neck. The smell of freshly brewed coffee swam through my nostrils as we passed by Paul café.

Looking at all the delicious looking croissants and pastries made my stomach churn.


A chill ran down my spine that made me shake. El jaw kaan khayaaaal!!!!


I felt Mit3ebs fingers brush against mine. He slowly grabbed my hand and enveloped it with his. Even after all this time we’ve been together, I still feel the butterflies run wild in my stomach when he holds me.


We crossed the street to where Laduree is located.


“Lamees ga3da edig,” Mit3eb said. “Aloo.. 9aba7 enoor.. e7na eb Laduree yalla na6reenkum.”


“Bonjour, une table pour quatre personnes sil vous plait,” I told the waiter. (Hathy el jumla el wa7eeda elly lail7een 7afthat’ha:::)


Mit3eb looked at me with a goofy look on his face.


The waiter showed us to our table. I sat down and started looking at the cars cruising by. God I miss this place!!!

The waiter came back with the menus,


“Khanan6irhum,” I said.


“Bas 6ilbeely gahwa,” Mit3eb said.


“Je veux un café et un chocolat chaud,” I said trying not to mess up the accent.


“Vous parlez français?” the waiter asked with a smile.


“comme ci comme ca,” I said, tiwahaagt lana khale9aw el kalemat elly a3arefhum:::




Mit3eb’s POV:




 “Vous parlez français?” the waiter asked Noura with a smile.


“comme ci comme ca,” she said.


Walla ma 7ala el faransy ella 3alaaihaa


Abeeha kila eta7achaa faransyyyy


“Shfeek?” she asked with a smile.


“Mafeeny shay,” I lied.


Walla enha la3ba feeny li3eb.


“Laish e6aali3ny chthyyy china feek tha7ka?” she asked.


“Et’tha7keen wentay eta7achain faransy,” I said.


“Haaw laish atha7ik?” she asked.


“Madry ya3ny ya sheen elsaarj 3alaa………” I chuckled.


“La wallaaaaaa???” she said placing both hands on her hips. She’s starting to get annoyed. A7ib a6aferha


“Ee shnu magilt shay ghalaa6,” I said eb kil burood.


“Kil hatha o magilt shaay ghalaa6! Walaa a3aref at7achaaa! Athker eb high school khathait A eb French o elabla kanat tgooly eny wayed zaina,” she said.


“Tgii9 3alaich,” I said in all seriousness.


She widened her eyes, “ma9aadgiiiik! Aham shay enna elrayal fahamnyy!”


“Wallaaa mayindaraa ebayin laih yaab lina el 6alab enshof etha faham wela laa,” I said.


“Mara7 atnaqash ma3aak,” she said.


“HAHAHA,” magidaart ma ath7aak 3ala wayeha wihya m3a9baa o tit7al6aam.


Mesaakt eddha

“Shofeeny,” I said.


7arekat chtoofha ena mataby wihya mnazla ras’ha


madait eedy o mesakt wayeha o rifa3ta


“Atghashmar ma3ach shfeech 7amagtay?” I asked still holding her face.


6ala3atny bdoon la eta7acha..


“Ya3ny za3altaaay ma3a elwaaayh?” I asked gently moving her face.


“Eee,” she said trying to fight back a smile.


“Esmaaaa3! Za3lana 3alaay???” I asked.


She nodded as her lips stretched into a smile.


“Afaaa shloon tiz3leen 3alay wana 7abeeb galbich o faris a7lamich,” I asked.


Gamat tith7aak ..


Akhh a7is eb shu3oor ghareeb lama ashofha tith7ak.. shu3oor 7ilu


“Thiiqaaa,” she said.


“Ashwany mo yayib shay min 3indyy hathay 7aqa2iq,” I said.


She continued giggling..


Magdar ma abtisim lama ashofha mibtasmaaa…


9idaag 3abdu lama gaaal Athker allah kil manathart 7isniiik o ashhad enik foog 3arsh ezaain tharwa!


“Bas min9ijyy a3aref atkalam faransyy 9aa7?” she asked.


“Laa,” I said.


“Haaaaw,” she said raising her eyebrows.


“Hahaha ee yuba ee t3arfeeen o a7la o a7san wa7da eta7acha faransy entayy shtabeen ba3aad,” I asked.

“Ashkuriiik, bas a7is mu min galbik hal kalaam,” she said with a smile.


“Haaa shlon mo min galby? Ya3ny shnu tabeeny asaweelich 3ashan et3arfeen enna el kalam 6ale3 min galby?” I asked.

“Madryyy…” she said.


“Ana lo baw9ifik gaaam el g9eed o labisik taja!” I said.


Ebtasmaat o nazilat ras’ha ya3ny mista7ya ma3a el wayh..


“Al7een tabeeny amdi7ich min galby o akher shay tisti7een?” I said.


“Shasawy mo beedy,” she said.


“Enzain shda3wa goleely ashya ta7rijnyy.. khaleeny asti7y mu kila entay elly mista7ya,” I said.


“Hahaha, 9a3baa,” she said as her cheeks turned into different shades of red.


“Entay mushkilaa,” I said.




Noura’s POV:




Mit3eb makes me feel like… hmm what’s the word?


I don’t think one word can sum up the joy he makes me feel.


Or can describe the tingling in the pit of my stomach when he holds my hand.


He changed.. to the better. Waaaaay better.


It’s true what they say “patience is bitter but its fruit is sweet.”


“Hiii,” I heard Lamees say as she got closer to our table.


“Ahlaain,” I greeted.


“Ana bafhaam entaw shimga3idkum hal 7azza?” Laila complained, she sat on the chair with her glasses still on.

“Yaat el nisra,” Mit3eb said.


She made a face at him, “tara 3adyy jedan enny anam al7eeen 7ady daykhaa.”


“Al7een eyebon el akil wit9a79i7eeeen,” I said.


The waiter placed our drinks on the table..


“6alabtoolina??” Laila asked.


“Laa,” I said.


“Mga3deeeny mbacher o benaa6roony 3alama eyee elreyooog, akhh ya galbyyy,” Laila said.


“7igrooohaa 7igroha,” Lamees said.


6alabnaa o ga3dna nsoolif o Laila tit7al6aam broo7ha..


“Ana e9ara7aa wedyy aro7 Disney,” I said.


“Makibartay 3ala halsuwalif?” Mit3eb asked.


“Ma7aaad yikbaar 3ala Disney!” I said.


“Ee walla ana wedyy aroo7 ba3ad,” Lamees said.


“O entaay btro7een ba3ad?” Mit3eb asked Laila who was half asleep.


“Ana aby akil,” she said.


After a while they brought our order. The smell of freshly baked croissant and different kinds of jams made its way through my nostrils. Yum.

A couple of minute’s later the waiter brought an assortment of cheeses and fruits.


Wait.


Fe shay ree7ta khaysaa…


It’s making my stomach stir. 


I covered my nose, magdaar ashim hal ree7a… it’s probably the cheese.


Faj2a gamat tagliib chabdyy 7aail


Magedaart asta7miiil gimt bsir3aa o rikaatht laih el 7amaam o estafraaght (wintaw eb karama)


I stood in front of the mirror looking at my red face.


Haw shisalfaa ana mo min el noo3 elly bsr3a taglib chabdyy min el akil..


Lamees barged into the bathroom, “Nouraa shfeech??”


“Mafeeeny shaayy,” I said.


“Wayhich a7maar,” she inspected my face.


“Faj2a 7asait chabdy taglib, emshay khanrid,” I didn’t really feel like eating anything anymore, I just wanted to leave the place.

Garrabna yam el6awlaa o shamait ree7at el jibin o gamat taglib chabdy marra thanyaa fa ri7t el 7amam..


Suddenly my whole body started shaking and I felt cold.


“Haw shfeech smila 3alaich?” Lamees asked as she held me from the side.


“Madry wallaa,” I whispered.


We left the bathroom and found Mit3eb waiting for us in front of the door.


“3asa ma shaaar??” he asked, rushing to us as soon as he saw us.


I just covered my nose and started walking to the door. I can’t stay in here anymore. I felt like the place was getting smaller and suffocating me.


“Gi3day ma3a Laila ana bawadeeha e6abeeb,” I heard Mit3eb tell Lamees.


“Laish 6abeeb?” I asked in a mere whisper. I felt really weak that I could barely stand.


“Shofay wayhich a9faar madry shfeech lazim awadech el 6abeeb,” Mit3eb said.


He stopped a taxi and asked him to take us to the nearest hospital.


I rested my head on the seat and closed my eyes, yet I can feel Mit3eb staring at me.


“Shit7seen fee?” he asked.


“A7is enny ta3bana,” I said. I turned my head to face Mit3eb, “madry shfeenyy faj2aa e3tefaast.”


A tear made its way down my cheek.


“Ka al7een nshoof shisaflaa lat7ateen,” Mit3eb said as he moved me closer to him and rested my head on his chest.

His warm body made me feel warm, and his heart beats calmed mine down.

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[19 Apr 2013 | Comments Off on Chapter 12 | 0 views]

Dareen’s P.O.V: I looked at Feehaid, and then at his mom. The grown ups told us to go to the garden and talk or swimming pool and talk.Dareen: shyabk?Feehaid looked down.Feehaid: ba56bch.Dareen: ou bdoun rayeey?Duaij: Feeeehaidaaan!! Mn gaddddekk? Mnzm…

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This chapter is dedicated to @justalostheart8 enjoy everyone x

Afaf’s P.O.V:

Abdullah was crying, I was thinking because he couldn’t remember anything and that didn’t affect him, but me to be honest.

Abdullah: Afaf? My only. Ofcourse I remember you. Just it takes time for my brain to work..
Afaf: OMG!

I cried, those tears of happiness, he remembered me. The first of everyone, I called everyone in, and he remembered everyone, slowly because his brain is trying to develop.
As soon as 3my ra7 7g el doctor..

DR: He may go home, but he needs to stay at home for atleast 2 days, no driving especially fast driving. He can drive atleast a week after those 2 days, no less.

Everyone was smiling, we all got out, evacuating to our cars, so this time me, abdullah and duaij and dana are in one car with Ghada.

Bader was with Zainab and 5wat’ha. Oh yeah I forgot, the mlcha was cancelled coz of Abdullah, inshallah this month..

Taiba was with Dareen, Noura, Manayer.

Me and Abdullah were holding hands.

Abdullah: itha mt bt7been wa7ed ‘3eiry?

What? Ha? Never.

Afaf: never. Shal kalam? Lat fawl!
Abdullah: haha 7beebty.

He kissed the side of my head and laughed, I was acting mad.. How would he say that?

Zainab’s P.O.V:

So nothing is wrong with abdullah? Why en2ajl el mlcha? Waaaiiiii333. My phone ringed.

Caller: Badorey❤

Bader: halla bl 7ub.
Zainab: 3aib. 3aib, we are not married yet!
Bader: ya5ee I love youu!
Zainab: 7btk el garada. Lalallala jk :)
Bader: 3baly b3d. Inzain sday el telephone
Zainab: laish?
Bader: because you’re driving a5af 3leich :)
Zainab: 7yaty ely y5afoun 3ley okay bye x
Bader: take care x

Shahad: wai3 shfeekom entaw?
Fatma: law3taw chbddna
Zainab: entay hey shahood!
Shahad: ha?
Zainab: laish 6aga Afaf?
Shahad: tstahel.
Zainab: laish?!
Shahad: Abdullah y7bha.

There was a different beauty page between shahad and Afaf, and I knew that and even though ehya i5ty afaf a7la.

Afaf had light brown hair (ombre) and hazel eyes and full lips with tanned skin and deep dimples.

Shahad had very long black hair and black eyes and she had full lips as well and she is very pale and tall she is pretty bas not as pretty as Afaf.

Dareen’s P.O.V:

On our ride home my bbm vibrated it was a ping.
No, 3
No ten.
From who? Feehaid.

Feehaid Al’: PING!!!
PING!!!
D’58: haaa
Feehaid Al’: yayeen baitkom
D’58: haw laish?
Feehaid Al’: you’ll see ;)
D’58: okay ..

We were the first to arrive home when I saw 5alty and Feehaid here with flowers…

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Nahla’s POV:


You know when you wake up one day and think, man how was I so stupid and naïve?



How did I ever trust that particular person? How did I ever allow anyone to trick me into believing that they’re someone they are not?



Did you ever feel that slap of guilt when you realize you were pushing away all the right people for that one wrong person?



Like you suddenly woke up from a long sleep of regret, disappointments, and what ifs.



I’m sure most of you went through what I’m going through right now at one point in your life.



You know how painful it is when life decides to slap you in the face because you were too blind to see the agonizing truth. When you trust a person with your life and they just crumble it up and toss it right back at your face.



It hurts.



I liked Nasser, I trusted him, I loved him and handed him my heart.



Stupid, I WAS SO STUPID!!!!



Shlon rethaait 7ag nafsyy eny agool asrary 7ag wa7id ghareeb 3alay?



Shlon rethaait eny anazil mustawaay o akalim wa7id 7ata may9eerly?



Ma3qoola el 7ub a3maany o khalany ma afaker eb hal ashya wala ahtaam laha?



Shnu el 7ub a9laan? Elly bainy o bain Nasser esamona 7ub?



Mathanity..



When someone showers you with promises, and tells you exactly what you want to hear. But the minute something goes wrong, they show you their true colors and break you along with their promises.



It kills.



Now he left me stranded, ignoring my calls, messages and cries.



Where are the “I love you’s” “I miss you” “I promise I’ll make you mine” ?????



They’re just faint whispers that are mocking me in the back of my head. Reminding me of my stupidity that resulted in my own destruction.



Wallaa, it hurts so much..



Maybe my words are not enough to touch your heart and make you feel the pain that I’m going through.


However, I’m sure that many girls are blinded by love or by what they think is love. I’m sure they’re happy to have someone that cares about them and tells them what they want to hear.



Words are always easy; it’s the actions that show you how true someone is.



When he tells you he loves you, and then asks you to send him pictures or meet him in certain places.



When he tells you he wants to marry you, but he keeps asking you to give him more time.



When he tells you that you’re his everything, but then runs away from the smallest problems and keeps mistrusting you.



This is not love.



When you ruin your reputation, and anger your whole family and God for that person, then you’re definitely making a huge mistake.



I learned the hard way, but maybe you still have time to rethink things and consider if anyone is worth going through all that pain for.



I heard a knock on my door. I stayed quiet. After a few seconds Noura’s head peaked in.



I was sitting on my bed in the dark, hugging my pillow and sobbing. That was basically how I spent the past week.



“Nahla aby akalmich eb mawthoo3,” Noura said as she sat next to me.



I closed my eyes. I can’t see her after what I did, I just can’t.



All I can feel is her warm touch on my arm.



“Ba3ad yomain binroo7 Paris enshallah, tara fe wagt na7jizlich etha tabeen,” she said.



No matter how much you believe that your family hates you because of something you did, they surprise you and prove you wrong.


“Tara mo zain elly ga3da tsaweena eb 3umrich, 7abeebty please ridayy 3alay,” Noura begged.



I just shook my head.



“Shnu elly mthayeg khilgich Nahla? Lail7een za3lana 3ala Nasser?” she asked.



I just nodded and let out a whimper.



She wrapped her arm around me, “wallaa mayiswaa dam3a min dmoo3ich hatha ensan ma3inda thameer ga3ed yil3ab 3ala banat el naas lat’thaygeen khilgich 3ashana.”



“Ana elly mthayeg khilgy enny kint ghabeya o m9adgeta *sniff* walla 7aail mit7asfa Noura 7aaail,” I said between my sobs.


If only I can erase him from my life and everything we ever did together.



“3ady kil ensaan yaghli6 bs aham shay enich eta3alimain min ghal6itich o mat3eedenha, al7een bs estaghfray rabich o ed3ay enna allah yarzigich elly a7san min Nasser,” she said.



“Enshallahh, mashkora Noura walla a7ibich 7aail!!” I said squeezing her in a huge hug.



“Anaa akthaar wallaa,” she said.



I pulled away and started wiping my tears with a tissue.



“3add thi7kaay al7eeen wallaah walaaht 3alaich wintay mistansa o tith7ikeeen,” she said pinching my cheek.



I couldn’t not smile.



“Eee chithyy a7laaa mo tawa 3yonich mintafkha min el bachy china bagga gar9itich,” she said.


I giggled.



Thank God for my sister, for family, and for people who truly care about you to lift you up when you feel down.




Noura’s POV:




Akheeeeran sakaart jan6ity o jan6aat Mit3eb!! Thahryyy ga3ed yethbaaa7nyy sarly sinaa o ana a3abel bil jnaa6 :’(



“Yalla Noura badlaay bni6la3 ba3ad 3asher digayeg,” Mit3eb announced.

Ashwanyy m6al3a lihdoom ely aby albis’ha minziman.. I quickly changed and we left.



.



“T3aref shu3oor elly a7is eny nasya shay bs madry shnu,” I told Mit3eb after we were seated on the airplane.



“La mu nasya shay enshallah,” he said.

Kina ga3deen bil karasy elly yam el direesha  o Lamees o Laila yamna ga3deen, lafat 3alay Lamees,


“7ataa ana ga3ed eyeeny hal shu3oor!” she said.



“Ooo 3ad al7een ewaswisoon,” Mit3eb said.



“Haha shfeek mitnarfiz?” I asked. He was shaking his legs nervously.



“Mafeeny shay,” he said looking straight ahead.



Finally, the plane started moving and it was just about to take off. Mit3eb grabbed his seat with both hands and squeezed his eyes shut.



I looked at him in confusion, laykoon ekhaf min el 6ayara :o



I slowly slid my hand into his. With his eyes still closed, he squeezed my hand just as the plane started taking off.



ESHAAWIIIIIIGG!!!!!!! Ekhaaaaf!!! He squeezed my hand way too tight.



“A7 Mit3eb ga3ed et3awernyy,” I whispered.



He loosened his grip.



I slowly patted his shoulder, “Shfeek?”



“Mafeeny shay,” he said, finally opening his eyes.



“Tkhaaf?” I asked with a smile tugging on my lips.



“Laa!! Shaku akhaf!!” he denied.



“Hahaha okk,” I said, 6ab3an mara7 yi3tirif enna ykhaf.



Guys and their testosterone.



He narrowed his eyes at me. I grinned back at him. He smiled.



It’s amazing how you can get attached to a person so quickly. They become everything to you, a part of you; its like when they’re hurting you can feel it too.



I tightened my grip on his hand and in the corner of my eye I can see his smile grow a little wider.



Lulu’s POV:



“Okkkkk kanyyy 2 minutes o o9aal latzifeeeen!!!!” I shouted into the phone.



“9arliiich sa3a tgooleen 2 minutes o o9aal yalla ma9araat!!” Dalal said.



“Yalla 6l3aay barraa mo tizr3eeeny,” I said before I hung up.

Ana o Dalal binroo7 el jam3eya nishtryy bal3a lana binsawy sleepover.  9ij enna a3marna 23-24 bs el sleepover elshay elwa7eed elly 3umerna mara7 nikbar 3alaih ana o Dalol o Nouro. Awnaas shay!!



O 6ab3an a7la shay bil sleepover uhwa el akil..



“Halaaaw 3ainyy,” Dalal said as she got into the car.



“Hala bil hailigya halaa,” I said.



“Bagoolich shaay 3adyy tid3meen min el wanasaa!!!! Khalas khalaas many gayla,” she said.

3ady athba7ha?



“Taraa anazliichhh wallaa yala ta7aachay goolay!!” I said. 6faarty a7ad egooly bagolch shay b3dain ehawin.



“HAHAHA 7ady raa7 ath7aak wana agoolich elsalfaa,” she said.



“Dalool khalseeny laykoon ma3indich salfaa o bitmalqeen fog rasy?” I said.



“Laa walla qaweyya el salfa,” she said.



“YALLAAA GOLAAYY,” I shouted.



“Okkk, ams bilaail yalyy Mohamad ukhoyy o galyy enna umm..” she broke off.



“SHGALICH YANANTEENYY!!” I said.



“7amood galy enna ma agolich bs 6ab3an ana magdaar walla magdar akhish’ha,” she said.



“Ok shnu gal?” I asked through gritted teeth.



“Saad sa2aal 7amood 3anich.. ga3ed egool ena mnu hathy wayed ashofha 3abala ana,” she said with a giggle.



“CHATHABAAA??? Shnuu gal ba3aaad??” I asked with a grin.



“O ga3ad esa2el enna shismich o madry shnu o wain tshtaghlain b3dain 7amod gala ena bas ma9akht’haa,” she said.


“Ga3da echaathbeen? Walla maytha7ik walla,” I said.



“Wallaaah el 3atheem mo ga3da achatheb o rab el ka3ba!!” she swore.



“HAHA WANASAAA,” I squealed.



“Etshaawgeen!! 3ad 7amod yimda7aa 3ala goolta rajul wal rejal qaleeel bad3eeelikum enna titzawijoon,” she said.



“Haha yeezach allah khaair bs wayed dashaytay bil 3ameeq,” I said suddenly freaking out.



“Haw ay 3ameeq, ba3ad mafeeha shay rifeejty o aby afraa7 feech,” she said.



“3ishtaaaw, ma3araftch wintay btfr7een feeny,” I said.



“Min9iijy bad3eelikum 7adkum tlogoon 3ala ba3aath,” she said.

3ugub ma sharaaina el aghraaath o 7isna shwayy radaina bait Dalol. 6ab3aan shareen akil 7ag qarya kamlaa 9ij mantahayaat eb jam3eya ana o s7aila.


I parked the car and we got out.



“Magdar asheeel lichyas ma3aach lana basheel jan6ity o my laptop,” I said.



“La walla basheel hal gash broo7y?” she asked.



“Golay 7ag Laty (her nanny) tsa3dech,” I said.



“Laa Lulu shda3waa ka ana asheel thalath chyaas o entay sheelay hal athnain khfaaf, maly khilg sina 3ala ma anadeeha,” she said.


“Waay ok!” I said as I grabbed the remaining two bags.



I was carrying a huge tote, a heavy laptop and two heavy bags and my mobile decides to fall. :)



“La7thaaa Dalol yeebay mobily plsss magdar achandes,” I said.



“Wala anaa,” she said as she stared at my phone.



“T7reeen,” I said.



“M7amaaad,” I heard Dalal shout.



Five seconds later, “Esalam Lulu shlonich?” Mohamad asked.



“Bkhair el7imdlaa,” I said struggling to hold the bags.



“3anich 3anich,” he said extending his arm to take the bags.



“La 3ady,” I said 7ady chathaba o mista7yaa.



“Al7een ana mnaadetik 3ashan etsa3ednyy,” Dalal said handing her brother her bags and took my bags and they continued walking towards the door.



I bent down to take my mobile.



Laaaaa enkasraaat el shaashaa!!!!!!!!!!!!



Hathyy thany marraa tinkisiiiiir :’)



I stood there staring at my phone hoping it would somehow fix itself when I heard a cough. I quickly turned around to see Saad.


He looked at me long and hard, it felt like he was looking into my soul. And the fool that I am, I stared back.



I wanted to turn but its like someone was holding my face in place refusing for it to move.



After a few minutes of this staring game, he smiled.



My heart fluttered with excitement.



Today is beautiful.



The past week was beautiful.



I have experienced a different kind of happiness.. the happiness of seeing his face.



Am I in love? I’m not sure.



But every time he crosses my mind I grin.



Every time I see his face my heart sings.



Every time I hear his name its like melody in my ears.



And when he smiles? He takes me to another planet.



How I fell head over heels for him? I don’t know!



It’s like overnight my heart decided it wants to torture me with feelings I never experienced.



And you know what’s even more exciting?



I think, I think he might feel it too.



***I hope you enjoyed, o tara I’m going back to my break lana makhalst midterms :$ i will post whenever I’m free, thank you for understanding;** 
BTW this is my twitter account for post updates @Maggiesblog_

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—This post is dedicated to FBA (FATTMBA) lanhaa tshaweg o taby titfalsaf jedam rabe3ha LOL ;**

Enjoy..
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I sat in the car and closed the door behind me. I watched as Mit3eb aggressively got in the driver’s seat and started the car.

My legs were still shaking and my heart was throbbing.


A million thoughts ran through my brain.. lo yayeen rabe3 el walad o 6ageen Mit3eb, lo kan 3indhum sacheena, lo lo lo


Just the thought of them hurting Mit3eb gave a mini heart attack.


“Ta3awart?” I asked.


“La,” he said.


“A-asfa..” I said. For some reason I felt like it was all my fault.


“Laish tit2asifain?” he asked.


“Madryy, ya3ny kila miny tihawashtaw,” I said.


“La entay malich shighil uho elly mo mtraby,” Mit3eb almost spat at the end of this sentence. 
“Bas laykoon sawalich shay?”


“La masawa shay,” I said.


“Ba6 chabdy yakhy!!” Mit3eb said while smacking the steering wheel.


“Khalas ensaa mayistahel et3awer galbik 3ashana,” I said.


We stayed quiet the whole drive home.


We arrived at the house and tiptoed to our apartment, Mit3eb opened the door for me and followed me in.


He took off his ghitra and threw himself on the couch. I looked at him and noticed a huge blue bruise on his cheek.


“Shnu hathaa?” I asked pointing at his cheek.


“6agga,” he said, flexing his jaw. “T9adgeen tawny bedait a7is feeha.”


I went to the kitchen and grabbed an ice pack. I carefully placed it on his cheek so I wouldn’t hurt him.


Sakar 3yoona o 3afas wayha ana khtara3t o shilt el ice pack


“3awartik??” I asked.


“La bs wayed barda,” he said.


“Haha esimha ice pack ya3ny shrayik?” I said.


He just looked at me and smiled.


I returned my hand on his cheek still holding the ice pack.

He placed his hand on top of mine and slowly pulled it away.


“Bas, rasy gam e3awerny,” he said.


“Salamtik, tabeeny ayeblik panadol?” I asked.


“E walla ma3alaich amer,” he said.


I went to get him the panadol from our room and a cup of water from the kitchen.


“Tefathal,” I said.


“Mashkoora,” he said after he gulped in the water.


I turned on the TV to find Titanic, the movie, playing.


Allaahhh 7ady a7ibaa bs 7asafaa bekhali9!


I sat down and started watching while Mit3eb went to the bedroom. After a while, he returned and laid down next to me.

He placed his head on my lap “shnu hatha?”


“Titanic,” I said as I started massaging his head.


“Waiii3 qatheeth el filim,” he said.


“Bil3aaaks e3awer elgaalb!!” I said.


“Kila kharaabee6 wentaw m9adgeen,” he said.


Kanaw 7a6een el scene elly elship d3amat eliceberg o 9ar loya.


7ail endimaajt o 3yoony bedat tghorig.


It’s like in a moment, everyone’s lives changed. All the dreams and hopes they had saved for tomorrow quickly fell apart. Its like death was staring at them in the eyes.


I started crying and dabbing the tissue at my eye. Akthaar shaay 3awaar gaalby bil mawthoo3 lama Rose galat enna I don’t know anything about Jack I don’t even have a picture of him, he’s just a memory. :'(


I felt someone’s gaze burning into my skull. I turned around to find Mit3eb looking at me in confusion.


I quickly turned away and covered my face.


“Mafhaam shlon tabchoon 3ala filim,” he said.


For some reason that made me cry even more.


“Hahaha min9ijich? Khala9 hatha eltalvizion o sakarna basich drama,” he said turning off the TV.


“O b3dain entay may9eer kil digeega tabcheen ya3ny matadreen enny magdaar ashofiich wentay tabcheen?” he asked.


“Sorrryy,” I said with a smile.


“Lo giltlik enny akhaaby far7yy eb mabsimik, ebth7keen?” he said.

I grinned.


“Eee chthy a7saan min el bachyy,” he said with a smile.


.


Lulu’s POV:


The days passed by and all I think about is him.


I don’t know his name, his age, or anything about him. All I know is that I can’t get him out of my mind.


I never knew that a person could have this much power over me. I know its just a crush, but ughhhh its so annoying!!!


I started making up scenarios in my head of what we might talk about if we ever bumped into each other again, is this even normal?


My phone’s ringtone interrupted my train of thoughts..


“Alooo,” I said.


“Maraa7 t9adgeeen,” Dalal said.


“Shnu sh9ar?” I said.


“Elyom wa7da dagat 3ala umy taby takh6bny 7ag wildha–“


“7ilfaaay?? Betwafqeeen?” I said faj2a shta6ait.


“Titwaqi3aain mnu?!” she asked.


“Shdaraaaanyy, golaay khalseeny,” I said.


“Hatha rifeej ukhooy elly galich be6ali3lich sayarta 3ashan tasfi6een,” she said.


I froze.


Ok, I know I just started having feelings for him like two days ago, but as soon as I heard I felt a heavy load land on my heart.


“Alooo,” I heard Dalal say.


“M-ma3aach,” I stuttered.


My heartbeats picked up. Abaih Lulu get over yourself laish ga3ed e9eer feny chthy?!!


“ZA3ALTAAAY???” Dalal shouted into the phone.


“Haaaw laa shaku?” I wanted to sound casual.


“Abaaaih makint adryy enich t7beena lai hal darajaa magiltay!!!” she said. Its true, I didn’t talk 
to Dalal and Noura about him lana adryy besawon salfaa.


“Ma a7iba shaakuu,” I denied.


“Etgi9eeen 3alaay??? Lwailo ana khabzitiiiich e3tarfaay!!” she said.


“Shnu elly e3tarfaay? Khanrid 7ag mi7war 7adeethnaa, btwafqeen wela laa?” I asked.


“Laaa 6ab3aan maraa7 awafeq tadreen laish???” she asked.


I think I felt my heart breathe a sigh of relief.


“Laaishh?” I asked.


“Lanaa uma madagaat o mayabyy yakh6ibha a9laan o sawaina hal filim lana nabeech 
ti3tarfaain ennich t7beena,” Noura suddenly said.


“Abaaaaih entaay ma3aana 3al khaa6?” I asked.


“Shrayeech ya3nyy?? Dalal bitqaled 9ooty mathalan?” Noura asked.


“Ma9aadegkuum!!!!” I said.


“Shda3waa Lulu etha you have a crush on him goleelina tara agdaar a6ali3lich wayed 
ma3lomat 3anna,” I can almost see Dalal winking on the other end of the phone.


“Waaay bye byeee entaw matin3a6ooon wayh!!” I said before I hung up.


I wasn’t the type of girl who had crushes on guys because I knew that nothing is ever going to happen between us. Ya3ny 7abaita ok o ba3daain? A3awer galby 3al fathy?


Bs Noura o Dalal kanaw 3aksyy bithaab6 3adyy kilyoom m6al3eelihum wa7ed :)


Bs makanaw esawoon shay 6ab3aan, kila min b3eeed laih b3eed. Fa al7een uhma qasseb yaboon ylaazgoony eb hathaa..


My phone vibrated indicating that I received a whatsapp notification.


“Esma Saad AlX, yishtighil ma3a Saud ukhoy eb sharikat XXXX.” – Dalal


“Oh, and he’s 27 years old.” – Dalal


 A7iiib shloon rifeejatyy yifhmooonyyy..


“O ta3alayy baitna al7een Nouro btyee o he might be here ;)” – Dalal


Umm..


Mara7 agool laa :D


I quickly changed and hit the road 7ata nesait la agool 7ag umyy..


It was almost 7:40 lama wesaalt bait’hum o kan aku parking. I parked and got out of the car, 
still no sign of him.


Makint yayba jan6a bs booky o mobily, meshaait laih el baab wela faj2a yarkithoon jedamy ga6witaain. Na6aait min el khar3aa o 7athaaft booky o mobily o gha6aait wayhy.


I hateeeee cats o faj2aa hathaila bkil burrod yarkithon jidamy zain mad3imoony ifff enarfizoon!!!:@ As I bent down to pick up my wallet and phone I heard someone chuckle.


I lifted my head up to see Saad with a cigarette in one hand.


Tanaa7t ..


7asaait enna mo 9ij ely ga3da ashoofa..


You know when you dream of meeting someone and then see them in real life? How your heartbeats spell out the words that you’re too afraid to say. How you don’t want to blink fearing that they might disappear?


7asait enny ma9akht’ha fa lafait wayhy o bsr3aa dashaait el bait.



***I KNOW ITS SHORT BS IM REALLY BUSY KHASATAN ENA MIDTERMS ARE COMING UP. FA HATHA AKHER POST BANAZLA B3DAIN BAKHITH BREAK LAMA AKHALIS MIDTERMS SORRY O THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING;** 

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Nahla’s POV:


I hate this!!!! No one understands me kila makhtheeny 3ala enny yahel o kil shay asaweee ghalaa6!!!


Now, my mother hates me and won’t even look at me.


Noura wants to murder me.


And Mit3eb thinks I’m a freak who doesn’t know when to shut up. :’(


Ok I admit I made a mistake its just that at that time I was so frustrated with Noura that I acted without thinking!!


The two most important people in my life hate my guts. I HATE THIS!!!!


Umy tawa yaat o zafaatny zaaaf o khathat mobily o my laptop 3ashan ma akalim Nasser.


Madryy laish mu 3ajibhum!! Ok adryy ena may9eer enkalim 3ashan elsum3a and blah blaah bs walla e7na mo ga3deen nil3ab!!!


Nasser promised me enna he will marry me soon bs yitkharaj min el jam3a bageela bs one year!




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“Nahlaaa latabcheeen tukfain lat’thaygeen khilgich!!” Nasser begged.


“Shloon ma thayeg khilgyy Khaled maynooon o madry shnu raa7 esawy feeny al7een,” I said through all the crying.


It was the night after Khaled found out about Nasser and I.


“Ma3alaaich minna 7abeebtyy walla mayegdaar esaweelich shaay,” he said.


“Nasser 7adyy khayfaa!!” I said.


“Afaaa tkhafeen wana mawjood?” he asked.


“Shasawyyy???” I asked.


“Latsaween shay bs goleela enny ge6a3t 3elaqty ma3a 3ashan efilha o mayis2aal,” he said.


“Ok… bs Nasser al7een shnu raa7 eseer baina?” I asked.


I had a strong feeling that everything is going to change, and I really don’t want to lose him.


“Sinaa o atkharaaj o bt9ereen murty enshallah,” he said in such confidence that made me smile involuntarily.


“9iij?” I asked.


“9ijaaain, ba3ad hatha su2al yinsi2il?” he asked.


“Hehe ashwaa 6amaantnyyy,” I said.



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You know when you’re daydreaming and suddenly something brings you back to reality and you realize what you were daydreaming about?

He’s always on my mind.


You know when you listen to love songs and you feel your heart dance along with the lyrics?


He’s all I think about!


You know when you feel really depressed and just one word from that special person changes your mood?


Just thinking about him makes me grin.


Ana mit2akda enna etha Noura o umy daraw uhwa shnu binisba lyy ma ra7 e3a9boon.


Suddenly I realized something, my mother didn’t take my ipad away so I can use it to talk to Nasser.


I miss him already!!


I grabbed my ipad and opened the twitter app and dmed him,


“Nasser I have something important to tell you!”


I waited anxiously for his reply!! I started shaking my legs nervously.


After a few minutes a new notification popped up.


“3asa ma shaar? Al7een adig 3alaich.”


“LAAAAAA.”


“Don’t call umy makhtha mobily.”


“Laish? Shimsawya ;p?”


faj2a teradaaadt la agoolaaa, khift e3a9ib….


I took a deep breath, bagoola wely feeha feha!!


“Gitlaha 3anik fa 3a9ebat o khatheta minyy.”





5 minutes had passed and he still didn’t reply. I felt my palms sweat abaaih laykoon 3a9aab!!


I felt small sweat beads form on my forehead suddenly a million negative thoughts flew across my brain.


Half an hour had passed with no reply.


Babchyyyyyyyy :’(


Lulu’s POV:



Elyoom el7abayeb Dalal o Noura mithaaygeeen fa galaw yaboon nityama3 3ashan eghayroon jaw.


Noura min tizawijaat o Dalal min enfa9laat o uhma 9ayreen drama queens!!! Walla ana gaylatlihum shlikum bil zawaaj o 3awar el gaalb bs makuu fayda qa9ib yaboon e3eshon qi9at 7ub nafs el blogs, walla 7almaneeeen:::


HAHAHAHA


La bas tethaakart ena dilly o milly yaboon e3eshon qi9at 7ub ma3a wa7id kuwaityy walla madry min ga9 3alaihum o gayiluhum enna shababna romansiyeen :)


The phones ringtone cut through my train of thoughts,


“Aloo,” I said.


“Yallaa wainich?” Dalal asked.


“Kanyy digeegtain o o9aal,” I said.


“Ok yalla bye,” she said before she hung up.


7a6ait mobily eb 7ithny o lafait elsayara 7aail chan e6ee7 bil fat7a elly bain elseat o elshay elly bilwisi6 elly ensanid eedna 3alaih.


Elmuhim el fat7a 7aail sgheeera edee matkafyy :)


I arrived at Dalal’s house to see that the parking space is full.


Waaiih wain a9fi6!!


Wegaaft wara wa7da min eseyayeer 3ala ma adig 3ala Dalal 3ashan tgoly wain a9f6..


Da3aast eeedy bil fat7a 3ashan a6ali3 hal 3ella!! My hands got stuck I had to take off my rings and try again.


Mawai3ait ella a7ad e6ig 3alay eldireesha, refa3t rasy wela wa7id ga3ed e6il..


I rolled down the window and waited for him to talk,


“Bs kint bas2al, ebtasfi6een?” the guy asked.


Hmm.. mnu hatha? Mo wa7id min ikhwan dalool for sure!!


“E7m..”


“Uhh sorry, umm eee aby asfi6,” I said.


Afaaashel enshalla ma atani7 bilrayal chthyy!!! Mo 3an shay bs kint ga3da a7awel a3aref uhwa minuuu.


“Ok bs riday gary shway 3ashan a6ale3 sayarty o sif6ay mukanyy,” he said.


“9ij?” I heard myself ask.


Shnu 9ij? SHNU 9ij????


Ya3ny begi9 3alaaich??? Wela byitghashmaar ma3aach?


Ya kirhyy lama a9eer mkhadeya…


“Eee 9ij,” he said with a smile.


“Ok mashkoor wayed,” I said.


“El3afuu,” he said before he turned around.


I backed away, waited for him to leave and then parked.



.



“Dalool, entaay 3indich ukho ana madry 3anna?” I asked.


“Haw laaa,” she said.


“Kan el parking full ok chan eyeely wa7id egooly ebtasf6een? Chan agoola ee chan egoly al7een a6ale3 sayarty o sif6ay mukany mnu hathaa?” I asked.


“Ya7laailaa, bs madryy shloon 9ayer??” Dalal asked.


“Hmm abyaath o jismaa zainn o 3yoona kbeera mashallahh…” I said trying to describe his face.


“La7thaa la7thaa,” Dalal said punching on her mobile. After a few seconds she shoved the phone in front of my face, “hatha?”

“Eeeee bismilaa shloon 6ala3teeh?” I asked in shock.


“Rfeeej 3azeez ukhoyyy, 9ayreen kilyoom eyoola rab3a bil duwaneya,” she said.


“Ahhh okk, bs ya7laila 6ayyeb,” I said.


“Mnu elly 6ayeb?” Noura asked as she walked into the room.


“Lulu’s crush,” Dalal said wiggling her eyebrows at me.


“6eeraay zaain!” I said.


“Lulu 3endaha crush? Sh9ayer bildinya!!” Noura asked.


“Entay m9adgat’ha ba3ad bas wa7id min rabe3 ukhooha 6ala3 sayarta 3ashan asf6 mukana,” I said casually.


“Cutee!! 7ilo 3ad?” Noura asked.


“LAA!! Bs latkabroon el mawthooo3,” I said as my cheeks slowly turned red.


“Esta7aaat estaa7aat,” Dalal said.


“Basss filoohaa,” I said.


“Yallaa ana lazem amshyy al7een,” Noura said standing up.


“Haaaw taw enaaas!” Dalal said.


“Waii3 raylech noo3a elly lazim etrideen embacher?” I asked.


“Haha laa bas ba6la3 ma3a Mit3eb o uhwa na6erny barra,” Noura said.


“Ahh chthyy esalfaaaaa,” Dalal winked.


“Afaa ya Noura, til3beeen 3ala el7aablain you make plans ma3ana o ma3a raylich eb nafs el wagt,” I said.


“Agoool latsawoon aflaam hindya yalla byee,” she said before she left.


Madryy laish faj2aa 6ara 3ala balyy hathak elly 6ala3 sayarta 7agy.. haha ya7laila.



Noura’s POV:


“Chan yeetay 3ugub bacher?” Mit3eb said as soon as I opened the car’s door.



“Haha sorry soryy!!!” I said.


“Tara 7ajaazt el filim elly ekhare3,” Mit3eb said.


“Makuu noma elyoom 3ayaal,” I said.



“Haha a7saan,” he said.


“9adignyy etha ana manimt mara7 akhaleek etnaaam,” I said.


“E9eer khair,” he said.


We arrived at the avenues at about 9:20 and our movie was 9:30. We got our tickets and headed to the VIP screen. Later, the guy who worked there came up to us and took our orders.


A7laa shay bil cinema el popcorn o coke <3


Khala9 elfilim esa3a 11 o shay. 3ugub ma 6ala3na min el filim elly maku amlaaq mina bil dinya Mit3eb gal yaby eroo7 el 7amam (tkrmon).


So I waited for him in the seating area in front of the VIP screens.


Faj2a welaa eyeely wa7id o yeg3ad jbaly,


“Yaya broo7ich?” he asked with a grin.


Abaih shfee hatha?


I ignored him. Shaklaa kan min hathail el 3agad ellyy staghferalahh bas etshofeenhum tikhtaar3ain.


“Tadreen enich gumar??” he asked.


I widened my eyes, MU MIN 9IJA!


I quickly stood up and he did the same.


“La7thaa la7thaa wain ray7a?” he asked.


My heart was racing, I started walking but I didn’t know where to go. Suddenly I felt my legs shaking, 7adyy khtaraaa33t!!


“Yal 7ilwa riday 3alaay,” he said.


Waaaiiiiii33333 mu2riiffff


Ri7t 9oob el 7amam elly dasha Mit3eb, yalllaaaa yaa Mit3eb e6laaaa3!!!


Laaa!! La ye6laa3 weshof hatha ekalimny walla eyyyin!!


Babchyyy babchy!!


I started walking, I still don’t know where to go but I don’t want to stand near the bathroom.


“Entayy mirtab6aa?” the guy asked.


Wedyy agooola yrooo7 bs akkhaaf akalma o yalziig zyada!!


“Ana bafham laish yaya broo7ich hal 7aza cinema? Tabeen awa9lich laih sayartich?” he offered.


“Mnu ent?” I heard someone shout behind me. I turned around to see Mit3eb, I quickly hid behind him.


“Ent elly mnu?” the guy asked.


Wedyy el arth tinshaag o tiblaa3nyyyyy, galbyy gam yergaa3 7ail ledaraaajt enna magdaar asmaa3 shaay ghair 9oot elnabth


“Tiwakal tiwakal,” Mit3eb said through gritted teeth.


Dmoo3y b6araf 3ainyy allah yaster bas o mayit’hawishoon.


“Ent shtaaby?” the guy asked.


“Gitliiik ethliiiiif! Maby awa9ekh eeeddyy 3alaa naass nafsiiik! Yalla fariij,” Mit3eb shouted.


“Mit3eb please khanroo7,” I whispered.


“Ya 3amyy zaain,” the guy said.


Faj2aa mawaa3aait ella el 9baay minsidi7 bilgaa3 o Mit3eb ga3ed e6iga.


“Mit3eebb,” I shouted.


Yaw rabe3 el walad o msekoo


“Wallaa lawaareeek,” the guy shouted he wanted to jump at Mit3eb but his friends were holding him.


Rasyyy 9adaa3 o magumt ashooof jidaamy min elkhar3aa bs 7asaait Mit3eb misaak eedy o sa7abny ma3a.. masima3t shgaal 7ag el walad bas akeed shay chayyed…



**Hello, tara I didnt edit the post fa 6afaw ay shay ghala6:: 

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Noura’s POV:


Haw shfeee Mit3eb bismila!! Allaah y3eeeny al7een benafis 3alay 6ool elyoom :’(


I decided not to think about Mit3eb and focus on the work I had to get done.


After a couple of minutes my mother called..


“Hala yumaa,” I said.


“Hala feech shloonich?” she asked.


“Bkhair el7imdla entay shakhbarich?” I asked.


“Wallaa tamam, shloon Mit3eb o khaltich Sharifa?” she asked.


“Kilhum eb khair el7imdla,” I said.


“Agoolich elyoom ta3alay entay o Mit3eb taghadaw 3endyy!” she said.


“Tamreeen amer, shnu nawyaa tsaaween??” I asked suddenly craving machboos la7am.


“Kaifich goleeely shnu mishtahyaa?” she asked.


“Hmm sawaaw machboos la7aam o ummm yereesh o hmmm sala6at el nachoz elly a7ibhaa!!! O el stuffed mushroom elly sawaitoo thak elyoom Mit3eb e7iba,” I said, drooling.


“7abeebty entay mitrayga?? Shaklich yo3ana,” my mother said, laughing.


“Hahaha laaa walla mo maklaa shay bakhaly mukan 7ag el ghada,” I said.


“Yallaa khoosh na6reenkum,” she said before she hung up.


I decided to call Mit3eb and tell him about lunch, enshallahhh mo m3a9ib!


“Aloo,” I said.


“Hala Noura,” he said.


Very formal. Not a good sign.


“Hala feek, agoolik elyoom umy 3azmatna 3al ghada,” I said.


“Tawich tgoleen?” he asked.


“3ad tawny sadita minha,” I said.


“Ok enshallahh,” he said before he hung up.


Lunch might be good idea to bring Mit3eb back to his good mood.


.



“Ha wain Mit3eb?” my mother asked.


“Yay bil6reeej, ana baroo7 abadel,” I said.


I needed to get into something more comfortable. I walked into my room and looked around. I really miss this place!!!


I went to my closet and pulled out a floral flowy dress, I wrapped my hair into a high bun and went downstairs.


I found Mit3eb and my mother already sitting on the table.


“Esalamu 3alaikum,” I said as I walked.


“Wa3alaikum esalam,” they said in unison.


“Noura naday ekhtich,” my mother said.


“Kany,” Nahla said walking in behind me.


“Hala Nahla shlonich?” Mit3eb asked.


“Bkhair el7imdla enta shlonik?” she asked.


“Tamaam,” he said.


My mother started talking to Mit3eb about random topics. On the other hand, Nahla and I shared angry stares.


I was angry with her for being so stubborn and she’s angry with me because God knows why.


“Eee walla madry sh9ar 3alaiha, Noura tgdreen takhtheen ejazaa?” Mit3eb asked me 
regarding the Paris trip.


“Umm ee agdar bs sboo3,” I said.


“Eee zaain khalas laih radaina a7jiz enshallah,” Mit3eb said.


“Eee roo7ay bawa9eech 3ala cham shaghla,” my mother said.


“Yumaaa Mit3eb besafer ekhtaa ana laish matsafroony??” Nahla asked.


“Ta3alaay ma3ana,” Mit3eb offered.


“Laa khalhaa ga3da ma3ay may9eer tkhaleeny broo7y eb hal bait,” my mother said.


“7ayaach 3amityy,” Mit3eb said. Lol a7isa tiwahag.


“Laa entaa wad murtik o khawatik o stansaaaw,” my mother said.


“Yumaaa khanrooo7,” Nahla said.


Way etfashel!!


“La entaw btro7oon London eb shahar 9!” I said.


“3ady nroo7 London o Paris shfeeeha ya3ny?” she snapped.


Ebtin6aaag!!!


“7alaaaw?” I asked.


“Waay etha Mit3eb rathy laish entay matirthaain?” she asked.


Ma9adeg enna we’re having this conversation jedam Mit3eb :)


“Haw Nahla shfeech?” my mother asked.


“Nouraa 9ayra 3ala aftaah el asbab etzifnyy o kilshay asawy 3endaha ena ghalaa6!!” Nahla erupted.


I can feel Mit3eb move nervously in his seat. I know this is making him uncomfortable bs magdaar askit adryy enha ga3da titkalaam 3an Nasser!!!


“Aftaaah el asbaaab??? 3abaalich elly sawaitee shay tafih?” I asked.


“Eeee entay matadreen shkither that person means to me! Walla lo gayla 7ag umy chan fhamat akthar minich!” she said.


“Haw entaw shfeeekum?” my mother asked.


“Yuma bagoolich shaay o goleely etha elly sawaita ghala6 wela laa ok?,” Nahla asked.


MAYNOOOONAAA!!!


YANAAAAT HAL BINT YANAAAT!!!


Btgoool 7ag umyy 3an Nasser… la o jedam Mit3eb ba3aad???


Yallaaaah sitriik!


“Nahlaaa ba3daaaain!!!” I said through gritted teeth.


“La laaa khanshooof mnu el ghal6aan,” she challenged.


BATHBAAA7HAA!!!


“Khal9eeny golay sh3indich,” my mother said obviously loosing her temper.


My heart started thudding in my chest. Wedy agool 7ag Mit3eb goom wedy asawy mute wedyy el arth tinshag o tiblaa3 Nahla!!!!:)


“Yuma fee mushkilaa etha athnaaina y7boon ba3aath o ekalmoon ba3ath o naweeen yitzawijoon 3an qareeb?” she asked.


I smacked my forehead with my hand in disappointment. Mit3eb and my mother widened their eyes.


My mother dropped her fork on the table and stared at Nahla in rage.


“Uhh ana asta2thin,” Mit3eb said as he quickly left the room.


“ENTAAAY MAYNOOONAA???!!!” I shouted at Nahla.


Et7iiiiiirrrrrr et7iiiiir!!!! Ehya minzimaan 3aneeda eb shakil mo 6abee3yy bs  ma tiwaqa3t hal shaay minha!!!! Enshalla mo 3aneeda ledarajat el ghabaa2


“Nahla entay tkalmeen wa7id?” my mother asked, out of breath.


Nahla just nodded, hopefully realizing that what she did is one stupid mistake.


“Ana marabaaitich 3ala hal kharaabeee6!!! Entaay laissh chthyy bas t7reeeenyy?” my mother asked as her eyes teared up.


“Yumaa walla mo kharabee6,” Nahla said before she burst into tears.


“ELLA KHARABEE6 O NI9!! MAFAKRTAY EB AHALICH MAFAKRTAY EB UBOOCH ALLAH YER7IMA? MAFAKRTAY FEEENY GABEL LA TNAZLEEN NAFSICH LAIH HAL MUSTAWAA!!!” my mother shouted.


“Welaaa 3abalich enna eldinya saybaa la 7aseeb wala raqeeeb?? Ana kint wathqa feech o makhaalait shay eb kha6rich laish taksreen feeny chthyy o tshawheen sum3itich o sum3at el 3ayla!! Matadreen hatha bacher yimkin yifthi7ich jidam allah o khalga,” my mother continued.


“Entaaw laisssh mo fahmeeeeny? Walla elly bainaaa mo li3eb e7na 9iij en7ib ba3ath,” Nahla said between her sobs.


“O lich 3ain trideeen ba3ad?? Gomay thilfay darich maby ashoof rig3at wayhich, GOMAY!!” my mother ordered.


Nahla gave me a nasty look and stormed out of the room.


“O entay min meta tadreen?” my mother asked, her eyes red from the tears.


Uh-oh..


“E7m, min sboo3 taghreeban,” I whispered.


“O LAISH MATA7ACHAIN??” she asked.


“Yuma ana kalamt’haa o ni9a7t’haa bs ehya mu rathya tismaa3!!” I said.


“La wallaa?? O 3abalich ebtisma3 kalamich? Yaraaby 7aratny 7aratny!!!! Laa o elly e7ir ezyada enha maligat tgool hal kalam ella jedam Mit3eb,” my mother said.


“Yumaa ana shagoool? Miftashla akthaaar minnich!! Walla madry shbeegol al7een akeed 6i7t min 3aina!” I said.


“La la ma3alaich akeed eb yitfaham elmawthoo3,” she said. “Ana baroo7 akhith mobilha o el laptop malha.”


Walla ebtajli6nyy hal bint, kila t3aanid o akher shay e6ee7 eb mushkila!


Yaraab et3ady hal salfa 3ala khair o et3eeen umy 3alaiha!!


Aby arid baity bs walla madry shagool 7ag Mit3eb!!!


6ool el6reej ga3adt ad3y enna Mit3eb maysawy salfa!!


I walked in my apartment and looked around for him but he was nowhere to be found.


Ugh the apartment was a mess, and I really don’t have the energy to clean it!


I called Lucy to ask for her help.


“Lucy please clean the living room,” I said.


She muttered something under her breath.


“What?” I asked.


“Ana mo kadma mal entaa!! Ana wayed aku shugul ta7at,” she complained.



“Haw Lucy only clean the living room!!!!” I said. Wallaa mo wagtichh!!


“Mafee time ana etha maku khalas shugul ta7at mama 9arikh,” she shouted.


Etnaaarfiz hathy ba3aaad!!


“Shnu aku shighil ta7at? Madam galat saway 9ala,” I said.


“Enta maku fahaaam ana ygool fee wayed shugil ta7aat,” she shouted.


Anger started building up in my chest.


Mit3eb entered the apartment, “Sh’hal 9raakh?”


“Lucy mo rathya tnathif el9alaaa!!” I said.


“Laish Lucy?” he asked.


“Ana aku shigil ta7at ana ykhales b3dain sawy 9ala natheef,” she said before she walked out of the apartment.


I sat down on the chair and exhaled loudly. Madry shsalfat’ha hathy!!!


I was so annoyed with everything! T3arfoon elshu3ur elly lama tkonoon 7ail mitnarfzeen elly widkum t9arkhooon aw tsawoon ay shay bs kil elly e9eer enkum tabchoon? Bethab6 hathy 7alty!




Mit3eb’s POV:



Faj2aa gamaat tabchyy..


“Noura khalaas galatlich bitnathifha 3ugub matkhalis shighilha,” I said.


“Matiskeufhoief kajshiw….” Noura mumbled.


“Walla mafahmt shay, Noura tukfain hadaay,” I said.


Khara3tny ga3da tarjiif o tabchy eb 9oot 3alyy


Mesakt eedha o sa7abt’ha 3ashaan toogaf


“Matismaa3 kalamy *sniff*kila t9arikh 3alaaay t7iiir,” she said with a shaky voice.


I held her chin and pulled it up, “a7een min9ijich ga3da tabcheen 3ashanha? Al7een awareech feeha bs entay lat’thaygeeen khilgich.”


She covered her face with her hands and continued shaking.


Garabt yamha o lamait’haa abeeha twagiiif el rajfaaa


“Smilaaa 3alaich,” I whispered.


I felt her tighten her grip on my shirt and continue to cry.


“Khalaa9 Noura walla ga3da tga63eeen galby,” I said.


Ana awareeeha Lucyiooo!!


“Al7een bitwa9kheeen bloozty bt9eer kilha dmooo3 waiii3,” I joked.


I hugged her tighter, “tara afqi9iiich etha ma wagaftaay bachyy, yalla 3aad.”


“Yaal daloooo3a laykooon banatna byitdali3oon mithlech o 3ala ay shay yabchooon?”


She took a step back and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.


I held her hands with one hand and reached out to wipe her tears with the other hand.


“El7ilwaaa laish mataaby tith7aaakly???”


3a6atny nathra wihya mbawzaa


“Wildinya tith7aak fee 3yoony lama ashoofik tith7aaakyy,”


ebtasmat shwayy..


“3adiiil 3adiiil tebasaam wilfaraa7 khala yejeena,”


akheeeraaan ebtasmaaat


“Wenta rawthaa min 7alahaaa ka7ilaat 3ainy el f9oool,”


hahaha esta7aaat


“Eeee mdaliliich ana elyooom sh3alaichh,” I said.


“Hehe matga9er,” she said.


Ga3adt a6ali3haa, a7miiid raby elly 3a6any Noura o 3asa allah maya7rimny minha.

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Sorry i took a long time to post, I hope you’ll enjoy this post and if you have any comments please tell me here or on twitter! – @bin3agouulJust a reminder, anything in italic or in red are inner thoughts or actions!___________________________________…

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Previously with M: After stealing her sister’s phone: There was another picture, this time F was the one who sent it. It was of him, M’s stomach swam with butterflies again.She opened the file.M dropped the phone.F was her best friend F’s brother….

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Noura’s POV:


“Aloo,” I said into the phone.


“Hala Noura shlonich?” Khaled asked.


“Bkhair el7imdla enta shakhbarik? Shloon 3amety?” I asked.


“El7imdlaa bkhaiir!” he said.


“Umm, Khaled baghait akalmik 3an mawthoo3 Nahla,” I said.


He sighed. “Maku shay entikalam 3anna.”


“E9ara7a wedy enna ytim hal mawthoo3 baina mayi6la3! Ana batfaham ma3a Nahla enta khalik barra el mawthoo3,” I said


“Ya3ny tabeeny askit 3an hal ma9khara elly ga3d t9eer?” he asked.


“Gitlik ana batfaham ma3a Nahla,” I said firmly.


“La walla? O 3abalich eb tisma3 kalamich?” he asked.


“Haw Khaled shfeeek?” I asked, surprised by what he has to say.


“Madry Noura ya3ny tara elly Nahla sawita mo shwaya tabeeny eb kil suhoola a6awif el mawthoo3?” he asked.


“Enta sawait elly 3alaik elbajy khala 3alay anaa!” I said.


“Shloon sawait elly 3alay? Nahla ti7taaj rayaal e2adibha,” he said.


“Na3aam?? Tara Nahla 3endaha um o ekhit y3arfoon shlon yet3amiloon ma3aha mani7taaj musa3adtik,” I said.


7ada ynarfiz!


“Walla lo 3arfeenlaha chan maflitat minkum o kalimat ni9 shabab edeera!!” he said.


“KHALED!!!” I shouted.

“Mnu Khaled?” Mit3eb asked as he entered the room.


Walaaain


“Ok bye,” I said and quickly hung up the phone.


“Hatha Khaled wild 3amity Hana,” I said casually.


“Laish ga3da tkalmeena o shfeech et9arkheen?” he asked.


“La bas kint umm bas2ila 3an shaghla o mo rathy yjawibnyy,” I lied. 9adgoony mara7 agoola el9iiiij o aftha7 ekhtyy


“Enzain tara hatha mo ukhooch 3ashan et9arkheen 3alaih chthy,” he said.


“Ee adry khathany el 7amas shway,” I said.


“Ya entay ya um el 7amaas,” he said with a smile.


“Afa 3alaaiiik,” I said with a wink.


“HAHA chthy a7aad yaghmiz? Tukfaaain lat3edeenha,” he said.


“Haw mafeeeha shay!!!! Shda3wa enta elly t3aref?” I asked.


“A3aref bs mara7 aghmizlich,” he said.

“A9laan mabeek taghmizlyy,” I said.

“Enzain ba7jiz 7ag Paris tgdreen tyeen wela matgdreen takhthen ejazaa?” he asked.


“Hmm mta btro7oon?” I asked.


“Ba3ad sboo3ain,” he said.


“Ashoof etha agdar ekhith ejaza bacher wagoolik,” I said.


“Khoosh,” he said.


“Mit3eb baroo7 baitna ba3ad shway ok?” I asked.


“Ok bs latit2akhiraain,” he said.


Shway stanast awal mara ygooly latit2akhiraain, ya3ny 7asait enna mihtaam.


.


I arrived at my house and asked for my mother only to find out that she’s not home yet. I went to Nahla’s room to see if she was here,


“Nasser please maly khilg mashakel,” I heard Nahla say.


I pressed my ear to the door and listened.


“Mabuga shay o nabdy jam3a o bashoofik kil yoom enshallah.”


“Ensa ensa!! Khaled chakny akalmik o 3a9aab 7ail tekhayal e6ee7 3alay 6al3a ma3ak walla yethba7na a7na elathnain!!”


My eyes popped out of their sockets.


“Hehee adryyyy…”


“La wallaa t9adig?? Ya3ny laish bakalmik etha ma a7ibikkk?”


I quickly pulled myself away from the door and covered my ears. I can’t continue listening to my baby sister talk to a random guy like that!!


Wallaaa madry shasawwyy madry shloon agdar at3amal ma3aha!!


I knocked on her door.


“Mnu?” she shouted.


“Ana,” I said.



“Shnu tabeen?” she asked.

“Ft7aay el bab bakalmich!!” I said.


She’s still angry with me for not accepting the fact the she loves Nasser and he loves her. Blekh!


She opened the door and peeked throught the opening, “shnu?”


“Min9ijich? Ana ekthich elkibeera t7acheny chthy?” I asked.


“Magilt shay!!” she said.


“La walla? Ft7aay el bab o 7acheeny 3adel,” I said.


She sighed, opened the door, and then walked to her bed.


“Ana bafham entay laish m3a9ba? Al7en mnu elly mafrooth e3a9eb 3ala elthany?” I asked.


“Waay Noura khalaas mo m3a9ba bs methayga shway!!” she said.


Li3beeha 3ala ghairy!


“Madryy laish mithaayga??? Ya3ny m3awerich galbich 3ala Nasser wela shnuu?” I asked sarcastically.


“IFFF!!! Ana kalamtiich 3ashan abeech tsa3deeny mo taglbeeen 3alaay witzifeeeny!!!” she said.


“Eeee ana ga3da a7awel asa3dech bs entaay matsm3eeeen!!!! Gitlich g63aay 3elaqtich eb Nasser elly ga3da tsaweena ghalaa6 ma yarthy rabich bs maku fayda!!” I shouted.


“Maaaaby ag6aa3 3elaaaqtyy ma3aaa!!! 3abaalich eb haalsuhooola?? O wain el ghala6 bilmawthoo3 etha e7na n7ib ba3aath o fee neyat zawaj??” she said.


“Ma a9adiggich!!!! 7abeeebty ga9 3alaaich eb kilmitaaain wintaay 9adaagteeeeh hatha akbaar ghalaaa6!!” I said.


She started crying, “baas bas mabyyy akalmich 3an el mawwthoo3!! Please roo7aay maby ashofich.”

She went to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.


Laaaa kiliiish makint aby hal shaay e9eer!!! Bs 7araatnyyy 7araatny!!


I was so angry with her and at the same time scared for her. I don’t want that stupid Nasser to use her!!

I stormed out of the house as the tears streamed down my face. I usually cry when I’m really annoyed.


I tried to think about other ways to try and convince Nahla to listen to me all the way home.


Kan za7ma jedam el bait fa khafaaft. Nazalt rasyy ga3da adawer mobily, rifa3ta wela alga rayal jedamy sh3ara o ad3ima. Dist breaaaak qawwyy


My heart started banging in my chest. I rolled down the window,


“Asfaaa wallaa asfa!!” I stuttered.


“7a9al khaair bs deeray balich mara thanya,” the man said.


“Enshalla o sami7nyyy,” I said.


“Masmoo7a,” he said with a smile.


Aham shay ena mistanis! Bagha yroo7 min chees ahala eb sibityy o ham mistanis! Yalla 3al aqal a7san min ma a7a9ily zafaa..


I entered my apartment with my eyes red and my heart still banging like a basketball.


Mit3eb looked up at me and asked, “shfeech?”


“Mafeeny shay,” I said the usual lie and walked to my bedroom.


I sat on the couch and covered my face with my hands ad cried. I was so confused, so many thoughts raced in my brain, and that caused me a headache.


“Noura?” Mit3eb said, sitting next to me. “3asa ma sharr?”


“Maku shay,” I mumbled.


“Shloon maku shaay wintay tabcheen?” he asked.


“Bas baghait ad3am wa7id *sniff* fa khtara3t,” raga3t’ha.


“Baghaitaaay? Ya3ny ashwa mada3mteeh fa mala da3y t’khafeen,” he said.


I continued shaking and crying. I felt Mit3eb put his arm around me and pull me in towards him. A chill ran up my spine, its like a million butterflies just unleashed into my stomach.


“Ta3awithay min blees ya Noura, el7imdla elrayal ma9aar fe shay,” he whispered.


I hugged him back; I really needed that hug!!


He kissed my forehead, “yalla gomaay ghaslay wayhich.”


I washed my face and came back.


“Lik 7aag tiz3al thum lik 7aag nartheeek, yalla ebtasmaay 3ad may9eer kila tabcheeen,” he said.


I giggled, seriously how can I not smile when he smiles at me? How can I not feel happy when he’s in his best mood?

Mit3eb’s POV:

Walla o 6la3at daloo3a, ya7lailhaa..

Bas 9iij kasra kha6ryy shakilha kanat wayed mkhtar3aa!

Faker ya Mit3eb, shnu tigdar tsaweelahaa???

“Shrayech ni6la3 nit3asha barra?” I asked.



Adry elfikra mithel wayhy bs walla madry shasawy!!


“Eee yallaa,” she said with a grin.


“Haha 7ag lihyataa matgool laa!!” I said.


“Minu y3af lhyata ma3aak?” she asked.


Ya salam 3alaich


“Eee walla 9edagtay,” I said with a smile.


She laughed.


“Ya flaaan yaly tha7kitik ghinwa 3ala 3ainyyy!” I said.

Esta7aat, haha walla el3atheem a7ibha!


“Yalla badlayy min al7een lana kilish ma6awleen,” I said sarcastically.



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Ga3adt e9ub7 mit2akher 3ala eldawaam! Gimt badaalt eb digeegtain o nizaalt raketh!


Maly khilg mudeery ya36eeny mu7atharaa


6ala3t min el bab o mishait laih sayartyy wela asma3 9oot Noura,


“El7imdla bkhaiir,” she said.


“Bas kint bas2al shlonich elyoom ams shaklich kintay ta3bana,” a guy said.


Mnu hatha? 9oot mnu hatha? O laish ga3ed yes2al Noura shloonha?


Garrabt wela ashoof yarna


“El7imdla a7saan,” she said.


O hathy ma36eeta wayh ba3ad!


“Esalamu 3alaikum,” I said.


“Wa3alaikum elsalam,” they replied.


“Khair fee shay?” I asked.


“Khair eb wayhik, la maku shay yalla ma3a esalama,” he said before he left.


9ij mayist7y 3ala wayha!! I felt the anger build up in my chest.


“Sh3arefech fee?” I asked Noura.


“Hatha elly kint bad3ima ams,” she said.

“O shaku yay 6ag’ha suwalif ma3aach?” I asked in an irritated tone.


“Madry walla salam 3alay o radait esalam,” she said.


“La walla? Lo ana mo nazil chan ga3dtaw etsolfoon laih bacher!!” I said.


“Haw Mit3eb shfeeek ya3ny a7gera wamshy?” she asked.


“Eeeee 7igree shnu mala da3y taglboonha suwalif!! Yallaaa 7arkaay gablaay,” I said.


Yakhy 7arnyy!! 7ilwa hathy yay esalim, la ta3aal 7ayyak tigahwa ma3aha ba3ad!!


Rkibat sayart’ha o mishaat, o ana mishaait warahaa.

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[3 Apr 2013 | Comments Off on Obat Herbal | 7 views]

Obat herbal adalah obat yang berasal dari tumbuhan yang diproses/ diekstrak sedemikian rupa sehingga menjadi serbuk, pil atau cairan yang dalam prosesnya tidak menggunakan zat kimia. Misalnya jamu, obat tolak angina cair, dsb. Seperti kita ketahu…

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[2 Apr 2013 | Comments Off on Mit3eb ElGalb 14 | 0 views]

Dalal’s POV:

“Esalamu 3alaikum,” Rashid said when he walked into the room.

I straightened up, “wa3alikum esalam.”

“Shlonich?” he asked.

“Bkhair el7imdla,” I said.

“3assach kilyoom eb khair,” he said.

“Weeyak enshallah,” I said.

Silence.

I had previously prepared a speech to show Rashid how hurt I was from what he did. I was so frustrated with him and I wanted him to know that.

But when I saw his face.. I forgot all the words.

All the anger that was once dwelling in my heart disappeared. I never thought that a person would have that kind of affect on me, but then there’s Rashid.

“Dalal, wallaa el3atheeem, enny nadman gad sha3ar rasy 3alla ely sawaita,” he moved 
closer to me and held my hand, “li2akher la7tha min 3umry bagoolik enta ma7booby.”


I pulled my hand away from his grip, “kalamt ghairha?”


“La walla makalmt,” he said.


I lowered my head and furrowed my eyebrows. He grabbed my chin and pulled my head up.


“Goleely shasawy 3ashan athbitlich enny a7ibich o eny nadman 3ala elly 9ar,” he said looking deep into my eyes.

I removed his hand from my face and moved backwards.

Ga3da a7is eb sho3oor ghareeeb!!!

The spark I once felt for him has dimmed down.

Awal ma shifta 7asaait eb ma3na 6ayer min el far7a 6ayer.. bs min fach 7alja o ta7achaaa 7asait aby yaskiiit o y6laaa3!!!

Suddenly I felt disgusted by him. Etha hatha awela yen3aaf talyy!!!!

“Asfa Rashid bas lazim enfil el khi6ba,” I said.

“SHNU?” he shouted.

I looked at him with wide eyes, shfee e9arikh chthy!!

“Dalal 7abeebty ba3ad 3umry entayy fakrtaay bil kalam elly ga3da tgoolenaa??” he asked.

“Latgoooly 7abeebty enta lo 9ij et7ibnyy chan mahint 3alaik o kalamt wa7da ghairy, asfa Rashid bs magdar a6awefha lik,” I said.

“Ge6aa3t 3elaaqty ma3aha o e3tethaart lich akthar min marraa shtabeeny asawy ba3aaad?” 
he asked as the vein in his forehead started to pop.


“7i6 nafsik mukany, lo enta 6aye7 3alay akalim wa7id ghairik chan qebaalt e3tethary o radaitly?? Ana elyoom bakalim umy 3an el mawthoo3 o khala9 hathy akher marra ashofik feeha, ma3a esalama,” I said as I got up.

He quickly got up and stood in front of me.

“Entay gad hal 7araaka?” he asked his face red from all the rage.

I was taken aback from his reaction.

“Hayyen ya Dalal en makhalaitich eta7asifain 3aly sawaitee,” he said before he stormed out of the house.

Ma9adeg enna eb yoom min el ayyam kint ra7 atzawaj hal ensaan!!!! 9iiij el kheera fee ma ekhtara rab el 3alameen, el7imdila elly thahar 3ala 7aqeeqta gabel la abtilish fee!!

Noura’s POV:




Mit3eb and I were both sitting in the living room. The TV was on some channel that I didn’t pay any attention to. We were both staring at the TV but our minds were wandering in all kinds of places.


“Ba7jiz tathaker 7ag Paris,” Mit3eb finally broke the silence.


I honestly couldn’t care less..


“Ok,” I said.


Silence.

Apparently kilshay asawy ghalaa6 fa qarart eny askit o ma asawy shay chood e7is o yet3adal :)

“Ana o Lamees o Laila,” he said.


“Ahaa,” I breathed.


“Mataben tyeen?” he asked finally looking at me.

“La estanis enta o khawatik,” I said.

“Laish matabeen tyeen tistansain ma3ana?” he asked.


“Maby asawy shay ekhareb 3alaik wanastik,” I said giving him a tight smile.


He looked at me with one eyebrow raised. His phone started to ring..


“Alo, hala Lamees, okk..” he said before he hung up.


“Yalla 7a6een el ghada ta7at o na6reena,” he said getting up.


I followed him downstairs.


“Halla wallaaa bily kila mit2akhreen 3al ghada,” 3amy, Mit3eb’s father, greeted.


Ya 7ilo 3amy madry laish Mit3eb ma6ala3 3alaih. :)


“Halaa feek 3amy walla tawna nadry enna 6a7 el ghada,” I said.


“Yalla ma3alaaih samaw bilra7maan o eklaw,” he said.


“Waaay etshawgoooon,” Laila said looking at Mit3eb and I and smiling.


I giggled.


“Agool eklay bs eklayy,” Mit3eb said.


“Khalas as7abha, Noura etshawwig mo enta,” Laila said.


“Baskum nijra,” 3amy said.


“Yuba elyoom qadaamt 3ala sharikat *****,” Lamees said.


“Shloon el muqablaa? Wa9ait bo mbarak 3alaich,” he said.


“Walla zaainaa el7imdla 3endy sho3oor qawy enna byaqbloony,” Lamees said.


“Goolay enshallah,” Khalty Sharifa said.


“Enshalahh,” Lamees said.


“9beely ma3ach,” Mit3eb whispered looking at the jug of water in my hand.


He gave me his cup to pour the water in.


“Mashkora,” he whispered.


“Lamees aby el dress el a7maar 3endy 7afla elyoom,” Laila said.


“7aflat mnuu ballah?” Khalty asked.


“7aflat Manoor yumaa gitlch 3anhaa ams!!!” Laila said.


“Shfech matakleen?” Mit3eb whispered to me.

“Mafeny shay,” I said.


“Tabeen a7i6lich 3aish?” he asked.


“La,” I said playing with the salad on my plate. I didn’t feel like eating.


“Mnu Manoor?” 3amy asked.

“Munera AlX,” Laila said.

“Ekhtheha min kabaty bas yawailich en 9aar feha shay lail7een malibast’ha,” Lamees warned.

“Ok ok!” Laila said.

After we finished I quickly excused myself and went upstairs. 7asait eb qamta mo 6abee3eya kint lazim ag3ad broo7y!!!


I heard Mit3eb walk into the apartment behind me.


“Nouraaa?” he called.

Mit3eb’s POV:




“Nouuraa?” I called.


Dakhalt el ghurfa wela algaha mitsanda 3ala lifrash o lama el makhada o ga3da tabchyy.


yakhy a7is galby e3awirny lama ashoha tabchy!


“Shfeech?” I asked.


“Mafeeny shay,” she mumbled.


“9arlich cham yoom mo 3ala ba3thich shisalfa?” I asked.


“Matwaqa3 ehimik..” she said.


China kafkhatny 6raag 3ala waihy..


“O laish mayihmny?” I asked.


“Lana mu3amaltik ly tbayin ena mayhimik ana shnu ga3da a7is fee,” she said.


A77..


“Mafahmt,” I said.


Adry enha tadry eny fahim bs walla madry shasawy madry shlon agdar at3amal ma3aha..


“Mit3eb enta kla m3a9eb o t7acheeny eb nafseya o etha sawait shay ghala6 tinfijir o mata36eeny majal abarirlik laish ghalaa6t!!!” she said before she burst into tears again.


Tukfain la tabcheen..


“Ma aq9id..” I said.


“Shlon mataq9id Mit3eb enta masawait’ha marra wala Maritain enta bithaab6 hathy mu3amaltik lyy machiny murtik,” she said.


Ga3adt yamha eb 6araf lifrash.


Madait eedy aby amsik eedha, bs sa7abt’ha 3ala 6ool.


Tukfaaa Mit3eb saaaw shay el bint ga3ed tit3athaab!


“Noura… 6al3eeeny,” I said.


When she didn’t move, I grabbed her chin and turned it towards me.


“Adry enny marat akoon gasy, bs mo ma3nata enny ma ahtam feech 7asha walla,” I said.


I placed my thumb under her eye and wiped the tears.


“Aham shay entay latabcheen 3ashan negdar nitfaham,” I said.


Khathat kleenex o msa7at dmoo3ha o khathat nafaas 3ameeq chan tlif 3alay.


“E9ara7a bas atmana enik t3amilnyy 3adel.. adry enik 6ayeb ybayyen min 6areeqat ta3amulik ma3a khawatik,” she said.


Matadry enha ghair.. o enny many 3aref shlooon at3amal ma3ahaa!


“Tamreen amer,” I said.


“Mayamer 3alaik 3adu,” she said as a smile tugged on her lips.


Walla ebtisma mink tis3idny a3wam.


“Madryy laish kila t3a9eb 3alay min ayeeb 6ary Lucy,” she said.


“Yakhy may9eer kilshay ga6eta bras’ha!!” I said.


“Walla ma ga6ait shay bras’ha bs ehya kil ma2agolaha tsawy shay etkharba!” she complained.


“3ayaal laish tgoleenlaha tsawy elshaghla dam tadreen enha bitkharebha??” I asked.


“Bas ya3ny ymkin eta3adaal o tathbi6ha!” she said.


“Ana many 3arif entay laish tgoleenlaha a9laan!! Etha 6alabt minich shaay abeech entay tsaweena mu Lucy!!” I said.


“Wallaa ana asaawe elly tabyy bs marrat a7tajha tsaa3edny!!” she said.


“Etha magedartay tsaween shay goleely enich matgdreen tara 3ady!!” I said.


“Laaa? 9adegnyy etha gitlik bit3a9ib!!!” she said.


“Shdaraach eny ba3aa9b? jarabtaay tgoleenha?” I asked.

“La abs mayi7taay lana enta bsr3a t3a9eb 3ala ay shay fa shloon etha gitlik enny ma3aref asawy elshay elly 6alabta miny???” she asked rhetorically.


“Ana a3a9eb 3ala ayshaaay??” I asked.


“Eeeee!!!” she said.


“Agoool Noura bas bas 6el3ay minhaa!!” I said.


She looked at me in confusion, “a9laan ana barra minhaa.”


Ba6aait’ha thi7ik, 9ij enny kint mitnarfiz bs magedart amsik tha7kityy “shnu ana barra minha? Hindya entayy??”


“Haha walla shdarany 3anik latgooly kalam ma afhimaa!!” she said.


“Al7een 9irtay matifhmeen haa?” I asked.


“Eee,” she said smiling.


I stood up, “Yalla ana bamshy tamreeny 3ala shay?”


“La7tha,” she said standing up.


Yatlyy o lamatny 7aail. En9idaamt awal shaayy bs ba3dain lamait’haa


3asany man7irim shoofik gbaly.



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[1 Apr 2013 | Comments Off on Meant to Be (Finale) | 0 views]

Again, I’m sorry if the ending will dissapoint some of you.

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Their night out did not end as anyone would have expected.

M7ammad was looking at shai5a who was too busy blushing at something he just said to her, as he was driving.

They had an accident.

Shaikha was in a coma for 6 months.

M7ammad wasn’t in a coma, nor was he dead.

M7ammad woke up the day after the accident.

But, M7ammad lost his memory.

He lost 10 years of his life.

When M7ammad woke up, all he could think was “Manal”

No amount of talking or begging or official papers would convince him that he had a wife other than his Manal.

Manal wasn’t hard to track down, and things weren’t too complicated on her side because she was recently divorced.

Everyone tried to interfere.

Everyone cried for “M7ammad and Shaikha,” for their love story.

But M7ammad wouldn’t budge.

And after a while, they lost hope that Shaikha would wake up.

So M7ammad and Manal got married and started reliving their story.

Every now and then M7ammad would get flashbacks, glimpes of Shaikha, her eyes, her smile, he’d feel like something was missing from him. But he didnt know what that thing was, or that his life would never be complete without Shaikha. He didn’t know the whole picture because he never regained his full memory back.

Shaikha..

She was the same girl from the outside, minus the glowing eyes and beautiful smile.

From the inside, she didn’t even recognize her own self.

She felt dead.

She asked for only one thing from M7ammad, to keep her as his wife on papers.

Why?

No one knew the reason. She didn’t even know it.

Whether they will ever get back their story.. is up to fate.

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Sometimes things don’t turn out as we expected.

It is nice to have faith, to have hope.

But sometimes, these are exactly the things that kill us.

The old post from the future might have been a dream, or it might be a few chapters ahead in their story.    

I’m not sure if im going to post another story about their future or not..    

Until their fate is decided.. each one of you can create the ending she dreamed of.    



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[1 Apr 2013 | Comments Off on Chapter 7 | 0 views]

Dareen’s P.O.V:Dareen: banat feehaid yabee yklmna face to face 3la golta.. Afaf: haw, laish mo chat?!Ghada: ashkara chthy enyeela? 5dam?Dareen: Ghada, ekrmny eb skootch, tkfain.Afaf: 3yal yalla enrd ba3d shway if its that serious.Feehaid: Dareen, bakal…