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[28 Feb 2014 | Comments Off on Scarred -2- | 0 views]

Hello!!

*I would like to thank you ALL for your feedback!

*If most of your questions about the story was not answered in the post please ask them!

*Most questions on Ask.fm were answered, the too personal, rude and repeated questions were not answered.

Enjoy it ;D

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AlZainah walked to the kitchen, saw her father reading the newspaper.


Father: oh Zayona! Shimga3dich mbachr baba?


AlZainah: salfat Hamad shaglatne!


Her father smiled: laish?


AlZainah: a7is kil shay 9ar faj2a! ohma wain ikhtifaw? O a9lan laish hadona faj2a?


Her father grabbed his coffee and asked her to sit beside him.


Father: shofaay baba, 3gub el 7adith


He was quiet for a minute.


Father: omch kanat wayed mit’thayga o allah ylom ele ylomha


AlZainah remembered the phase that her mother went through after the death of Zaina’s brother. Both Sultan the driver and her brother Zaid died in the car accident.


AlZainah: athkir inha ma kanat t3amil Hamad o oma zain


Her father nodded: bilthab6, 3ashan chithi qarirat om hamad inha tatrik el bait o ti6la3


AlZainah: wain ra7aw? O shlon 3ashaw?


Father: lama trikat el bait 3a6ait’ha mablagh 3ashan tibda 7ayat’ha el ydeda wiya 3yalha


AlZainah nodded: 9a7!! Kan 3indaha Hamad o Ahmed


Father: ee, awal ma trikatna ra7at t6alib eb jinsiya 7ag 3yalha o janisaw 3yalha 3alaiha!


AlZainah nodded: kanaw bidon?


Father: ee! Sultan kan bidon, o Amal kuwaitiya bas min 3ayla wayed mitwath3a.. 3ala gad 7alhom


AlZainah: ok?


Father: ahal Amal ma rithaw inha titzawaj bidon, 9ij inhom base6een bas 3al aqal  kuwaitiyeen


AlZainah: o ba3dain?


Father: ahalha galaw etha ib titzawjaina intibara minch o malna 3alaqa fech


AlZainah: maskena


Her father nodded: ee o bas 3ad


AlZainah: laaa mu bas!! O ba3dain? Lama Khalti Amal hadat el bait wain ra7at?


Father: radat 7ag ahalha, tamait adizlhom flos bain fatra o fatra o ehya bidat ti6bakh 7ag 3azayim o tyami3 floos 3ala gadha 7ag’ha o 7ag 3yalha


AlZainah: okay?


Father: o bas faj2a ikhtifaw


AlZainah: o bas?!


Father: gabil cham shahar yane elsharika Ahmed, o gale sh9ar fe 7ayat’hom bil sneen ele ikhtifaw feha 3ani


AlZainah: sh9ar? Baba bsr3a goul!!


Her father laughed: ra7aw America,  Ahmed daras o tizawaj o tiwathaf o mistiqir hnak


AlZainah: o Hamad?


Her father smiled: Hamad takharaj o khalas masters ba3ad, yab oma o radaw o kaho mashallah 3alaih fita7la ma63am o mashya omora


AlZainah: laish hadaw baitna? Baba kina n3amilhom chinhom ahalna!!


Father: omch ma kanat t3amilhom zain, tamat tgoulhom ina Sultan ohwa ele thiba7 Zaid, aked ma ra7 yta7mlon


“9aba7 el khair”


AlZainah: 9aba7 elkhaair


Mother: sh3indkom makhtheen zawya o titsasiron?


Father: abad wala ga3deen nsolif-


AlZainah: 3an eljam3a!


Father: ee


AlZainah smiled: mama ana barou7 3ind Saraa


Mother: haw al7een? Min 9ibaa7 allah khair eb weekend?


AlZainaah: ee!!


Zaina rushed to her room, changed her clothes grabbed her car key and rushed to the car.

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“Ifff goumaaay”


Zaina left Sara 10 missed calls.


“Anzil? Bait’hom ma yagflon el bab! Bas fashla!!”


Zaina parked her car and walked to Sara’s front door.


She opened the door slowly: dayman bab’hom mba6al, bogat’hom ib baiza!


Zaina tip toed her way to Sara’s room, she slowly opened the door.


“Saraaa!!”


Zaina: SARAAA!!


Sara: bismillaaah!!!! Shtabeeen?


Zaina laughed: 9aba7 el khaair!


Sara: SHTABEEEN?


Zaina: Starbucks?


Sara: zayoun shfech?


Sara knew that there was something wrong, She knew that Zaina didn’t stop by at 9AM on a weekend just to go grab coffee.


Zaina always depends on Sara, Sara always spends hours just listening to Zaina complain about the silliest things ever.


Zaina: tathkren kint agoulch 3an Hamad?


Sara: laa!!


Zaina: ifff ele kina rabi3 wi7na 9ghar!!


Sara: ee? Wild sayiqkom?


Zaina: ohwa scar


Sara: NA3AAAM?


Zaina nodded: ee


Sara: mno ele galch?


Zaina: oboy


Sara: wait ya3ni ohwa bidon?


Zaina: la tijanisaw 3ala omhom


Sara: ashwaaa


Zaina nodded.


Sara: coffee?


Zaina: PLEASE!!


Sara: umm


Zaina: shno?


Sara: taben intarayag?


Zaina: yalla


Sara: bnmir nyeblina ryoug


Zaina: okay


Sara: min 77


Zaina: na3am? 77? Ma63am Hamad?


Sara nodded.


Zaina: la la la!! Shayfa shakle? Shayfa shlabsa?


Sara: asan3ich wnrou7! Shofay shtaben min el kabat 3ala ma agoum aghasil


Zaina: mani mbadla! Elsa3a 9! Aked mara7 ykon mawjod


Sara: iff 3aneeeda

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Sara and Zaina walked to the restaurant.


Sara: hello!!!


Waiter: good morning


Zaina looked around: shiftay? Mo mawjod!


Zaina grabbed a chair and sat down while Sara was ordering.


Sara: to go please don’t forget!!


Zaina looked at Sara and stuck her tongue out.


Sara laughed: yaahil


Zaina looked to her left and found Hamad standing, She felt weird, her body felt numb.


Sara: kil hatha 3ashan shifteeh? Shda3wa wayhch chithi in9ifaag!!


Zaina took a deep breath: t’hagain yathkrne?


Sara: madre!! Jarbay kalmeeh


Zaina shook her head: la la la!!!


“Did you serve the ladies?”


Waiter: yes sir


Sara smiled at Hamad while Zaina look to the other side.


Sara: intay heey! Laish 9ada?


Zaina: bas fashla


Sara: lu sama7t


Hamad turned around: tifathilay


Sara: shno a7la sweet 3indkom?


Zaina had no idea what was Sara doing.


Sara: la2ana omha min el9ib7 tgoulina yibaw 7ala wiyakom


Hamad smiled: tawa bade el 9ib7


Sara: heh ee


Zaina giggled and looked away.


Sara whispered: elsharha 3alay basa3dich! Plus maleeq ya kirhaa! barou7 elsayara


Zaina: la la Sara ni6raaay!!


Sara left Zaina standing alone in the restaurant.


Zaina sat down and kept staring at her shoes.


“Madame your order is ready”


Zaina smiled and walked to the counter: how much?


Zaina took out her credit card.


“oh madame sorry knet machine is not working yet”


Zaina: waaih!! Ok I’ll go bring cash! Do you know where is the closest ATM?


“Sir?”


Zaina: la la its okay!


“Yes”


Zaina took a deep breath, why does the waiter keeps on calling him.


Hamad walked towards them, he stood so close to Zaina she could smell his perfume.


“Where is the nearest ATM for madame”


Hamad: khalas no need it’s on the house


Hamad looked at Zaina with a straight face: bil 3afya


Zaina: la la please!! ams 3ashana kan on the house etha tathkir!


Hamad: 3alaikom bil 3afya


Zaina had  no idea if Hamad remembered her, why does he smile when she in a group but keeps a straight face when they’re alone?


Zaina: allah y3afeek


Zaina grabbed the food and walked to the car.

Zaina: Sara 3indch cash?


Sara: ee!!


Zaina: takhaylay ma 3indhom knet chan ygole hamad its on the house


Sara: ZOQAAA!!


Zaina grabbed the money from Sara’s hand and walked back to the restaurant.


She gave the waiter the 20KD and walked towards Hamad, She wanted to ask him if he remembers her.


“7abebe?”


Zaina froze in her place and changed her direction back to the waiter. She saw a pretty lady walking towards Hamad with her baby blue dress long hair and heels.


Zaina looked at her converse, jeans and shirt.


Olla elfarg baini o bainhaa


The lady whispered something in Hamad’s ear and they laughed.


Akeed murta


Zaina grabbed the change and walked to the car.

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[22 Feb 2014 | Comments Off on Scarred -1- | 0 views]

HELLO!!!!

I’M BACK!

1. I missed writing and I missed you guys so much!! 

2. Just like the previous story, I’ll be posting each Friday enshallah.

3. I’m sure that you’ll have a lot of questions about the story by the end of the post, most questions will be answered during the events of the story. 

4. I would LOVE to read your feedback (here, on twitter or instagram) , it will motivate me to write!

5. To all of you who kept asking me questions on ask.fm, I’ll be answering them all by tonight enshallah.

6. The first post goes to SAA, thanks for helping me pick the name of the story, and for your unconditional support;***

Twitter: @9al7a
Instagram: @__sal7a

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“What is the most delicious dish you have?”



The waiter smiled: all dishes are delicious madame
“Waaaaayy 6ilbay ayshay!! Mayteen youu3!”

“Osh! La tfashleena shofaw kaho el owner wagif hnak bas la titlafton!”

All girls turned around to see the owner.



“wow smila 3alaikom tism3oun el kalam”

The girls laughed and the waiter stood there staring blankly at them: I call him? Sir!


The owner stood a couple of tables away from them, he was talking to another waiter, wearing dark jeans, a white shirt and grey converse.



The girls didn’t even have the time to tell the waiter not to call him, Al Zainah saw him
 walking towards them.


“Abaih yayna!!! La tistahblon 3iglaw!!!”


“Tifathilaw”


“Umm Hi”


AlZainah wanted to kill her friends and the waiter.


“Amraw”


“Madre shno s2alat el waiter o ma 3araf yjawibha” Hessa pointed at AlZainah.


The owner was looking at Zaina while she was trying to come up with the right words.


AlZainah: sa2alta 3an the best dishes 3indkom!



AlZainah raised her head towards the owner, the first thing that she noticed about him was 
the scar he had on his cheek.


“Bema ina hal isbou3 opening week shraykom akhtarlkom el dishes 3ala thouqi?”


“Eee chan zain!”


The owner smiled politely at the girls and walked away.


“ABAIH LONAA IYAANIN!!!”


Hessa was Zaina’s craziest friend, she was so full of life and fun to have around, you can’t stop laughing when you’re around Hessa.


“La la la intay khalay lona 3ala side shiftaw sh6oulaaa?”


Sara was the kind of friend that you know you’ll always depend on, she so sweet and sensitive, a bit obsessed with tall guys. 


“”Tista3b6oun? Wil scar shtgoulon 3anha?


Latifa was the kind of friend that knows everything about everyone and no one figured out how she does that, she’s a professional stalker.


Al Zainah was too busy thinking: a3arif wayha!! Shayfita min gabil!!


Latifa laughed: kila min instagram! Kila n7is ina n3arif elnass we7na bas shayfeenhom ib instgram!


The girls laughed.


The dishes started filling the table, most dishes were so delicious.


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AlZainah: ta2akhar elwagt yalla?


Hessa: EXCUSE ME!!!


AlZainah: Hessa heey!! 9outich!!


The waiter walked to them: yes?


Hessa: check please! knet!


AlZainah noticed that the owner whispered something in the waiter’s ear and the waiter came back to the table.


Waiter: the bill is on the house


The girls were shocked: no!!


AlZainah: no! please bring it!


Waiter: sir says it’s the opening week and it’s on us madame!


Hessa: NOO!!


The girls turned staring at Hessa: shfech?!


Hessa: she’s not a madame!! She’s single!!


They laughed, Hessa’s comments were so random and funny.


Hessa: Zaino!! Gomay saway 3umrch kilish o ila nidfa3 el check! Kalmeeeh!!


Sara: ee zayoun goumay!!!


AlZainah: yanitaw intaw?!


Latifa: la7tha la7tha!! Zaino! Mo giltay omch o oboch kanaw ma3zoumen bil iftita7?


AlZainah nodded.


Latifa: bas 3ayal y3arfich!


Hessa: FBIII!!! la6ouf thakiyaaa!!!


AlZainah turned her head at the place where he was standing earlier, she wanted to thank him but he despaired.


AlZainah: ikhtifa


Sara: bas ya jima3a a7ad 7a9ila free good food wegoul la? Imshaw!


The girls grabbed their purses and walked to Zaina’s car.


AlZainah couldn’t stop thinking about the owner of the restaurant.


Latifa: nsameeh the cute guy with the scar?


Hessa: la 6weel akhaf ansah

Sara: Scar!! Scar o sara! S o S! bas tharouuri intizawaj!!!!



The girls laughed.


AlZainah: wain agi6kom? el nuzha wala routha?

Sara: yal maleeeqa wa9laay kil wa7da bait’ha!


AlZainah: way bas ta3abt ikhtaraw bait!


AlZainah wanted  to go home as soon as possible to ask her mother about the owner of the restaurant, she knew his face too well but couldn’t remember anything about him.

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AlZainah parked her car and walked inside.


“Mama?”


Mother: bil ma6bakhh


AlZainaah: mamaaa!!!


Mother: shfech?


AlZainah: 77 mno el owner mala?


Mother: haw shno 77?


AlZainah: el ma63aam elyded!! Ele in3azamtaw 3ala el iftitaa7 mala


Zaina’s mother was silent for a couple of minutes.


AlZainah: mama?


Mother: ma atwaqa3 ra7 t3arfena


Zaina’s mother grabbed her green tea and walked to the elevator.


AlZainah: Yuma!? Shfech?


Mother: mafene shay!


AlZainah: laish i3tifastay lama sa2altich?


Mother: ma i3tifast! Bas fakart shlon ajawibch


AlZainah: okay? Bas hatha eljawab?


Zaina’s mother nodded.


AlZainah felt that there was something weird going on, both entered the elevator quietly.


“Mahaa? China zayouna ta2akhirat?”


AlZainah smiled: kani baba!


Zaina walked to her father gave him a side hug and sat beside him.


AlZainah: yuba bas2ilik


Father: si2lay


AlZainah: el ma63am ele ri7taw iftita7a gabil cham youm


Father: shfeh?


AlZainah: mnu el owner?


Father: ma 3arafteeh?

Mother: giltlaha ina ma ra7 t3arfa o bas mala da3i t3arfa

Zaina raised her eyebrow at her father, he smiled.


Father: Mahaa yebele fak’ha allah la yheench


Zaina smiled.


Father: khal agoulch bsr3a gabil la tye omch


Zaina giggled: ee goul!


Her father smiled: tathkren sultan?


Zaina was quiet for a couple of minutes: sayiqna gabil?


Her father nodded.


Zaina: okay?


Father: ele shifteeh el yoom wilda


Zaina: Hamad?!


Her father nodded.


Zaina was too shocked to reply, She couldn’t believe that the guy that she saw today was her childhood friend, He was the kid that protected her from everyone, the friend that she cried missing for weeks when he disappeared out of her life.

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