Articles in the Flan Category
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I walk down the busy streets of Paris lugging my heavy portfolio and trying to balance my 4 inch heels between the cracks in the pavement, out of nowhere a scooter zooms past me knocking my portfolio out of my hand, sending all my drawings in different directions. “Je suis desole” he shouts in the [...]![]()
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“Walla ana akthar Flana… Walla ana akthar” I remained quiet “Flana don’t let go” “I really need to leave” “Flana please let me hold you” After about a whole minute of silence I let go of him and he walked me back to my car, I sat with my feet outside the door and he [...]![]()
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He quickly let go of my hand, I’ve never felt so abandoned… I put my head down and looked at my two hands in my lap, I could feel my cheeks turning the colour of my nails, a light shade of crimson. “Dalal – nice to meet you” she said as she stuck her hand [...]![]()
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“Answer, answer put it on speaker” I urged “Aloo?” “Alooooo, hala Khulood, shlonich?” “Bkhayr el 7emdela, entai shlonich?” “Walla bkhayr, it was so nice seeing you today… Tyanineen, chinich 3aroosa in your white dress” Khulood giggled “Thanks I guess, if that’s a compliment” “3ala 6ary mi3arees, sima3t ina rifeejtich Flana btakhith Flan Al Flani, 9ij [...]![]()
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I remained as cold as a block of ice until it was time to get out of the car “Put your hand on my shoulder” “I think I’ll be fine, thanks” “Flana, please, please lat3andeen” “Ma ga3d a3anid, I just want you to step away please” “I’m not gonna move, I’m gonna help you” “I [...]![]()
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The knocks on my bathroom door were endless until eventually they stopped and the chirping sounds of the crickets took over. I was starting to get cold so I went back out to my room and found Juju waiting on the bed… “You’re still here?” I croaked “You didn’t think I’d let you sleep alone [...]![]()
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I look at him in awe still surprised at what he just said “Bes Flan…” “Maku bes… I want you… I want you Flana, I cant live like this, I need you in my life, I need to wake up in the morning and not have you be the first thing on my mind, I [...]![]()
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I sit in bed, and stare at the wall, night turns into day and day turns into night and I don’t even know it. My shutters are closed and so is my heart. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me, Flan and I really had something good going on. Why did this have to [...]![]()
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We finally got to a park in Kaifan we parked the car and he took me inside to the swings, sat me down and looked at me with the warmest eyes and said… “The first time I came here the woman I love the most brought me, and this time you’re the woman who brought [...]![]()
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After all the chaos dealing with getting back to Kuwait here I am sitting in my track pants, my 3abaya hanging on the outside of my closet door. The smell of bukhoor wafting through the air, my dry eyes now yearning for a single tear drop. I sit on my dressing table stool and watch [...]![]()
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I looked at Flan and he looked at me, his eyes lit up and he locked his arms around me and literally swept me off my feet. I was a little taken back at his reaction but nevertheless enjoyed the moment while it lasted. He put me down and looked me in the eye and [...]![]()
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As I sat there in silence looking at Flan, taking what he just told me in… I had no words to speak, I knew nothing would make my Flan feel better. His mom had been diagnosed with cancer a few months back and he got a call this morning telling him to come spend time [...]![]()
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I walked into work late, Sunday morning. We were both up all night indulging in flirtatious text messages till the early hours of the morning. He wasn’t there so I worked on ‘our’ project alone. Minute after minute… Hour after hour… Being at the office had no meaning if he wasn’t there, the clock was [...]![]()
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Friday Night Slider Station 8:30 My favorite pumps My favorite girlsWe walked in at 8:30 on the dot. My girls and I were always punctual when it came to timings. We sat on the table on the right hand side, ordered our sliders, sodas and side orders. Sat and waited for our order to come… [...]![]()
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The next couple of days were awkward, filled with stolen moments together after meetings, longing glances through the glass dividers. This morning I was training an intern, she was sitting on the computer and I was showing her what to do. He was sitting with my co-worker, we were across the room from each other. [...]![]()
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I woke up bright and early the next morning. My smile out-shined the sun! I couldn’t wait to find out the wonders the day held for me. I came out the shower and warmed my toes on the crisp white towel I’d layed out on the floor. I wrapped my hair in the little towel [...]![]()
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I abruptly turned around and saw a tall attractive man wearing a dishdasha and silver rimmed aviator sunglasses. He took them off and looked me dead in the eye. My heart warmed up when I realised who it was, an old old friend from high school, I hobbled over still startled because I thought it [...]![]()
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When I thought of what I would write for my first post, my brain started spitting out ideas like a tennis ball machine raging against the player, I shortly found myself in front of my laptop so lost for words that it hurt to think. So I look around my idiotically small cubical in hope [...]![]()

