[Okay hal post madry shi3ilita! ba6 chabdi!!! Im trying to seperate paragraphs bs mu ra'6i yi9eer! So Im REALLY sorry you guys!]

Reem

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I couldnt imagine what Nadia was going through. We have been friends since the day we were born. And her father was an uncle to me.

Nadia was wa7edat omha w oboha, so that was the main cause of her SPOILED-ness. He gave her the best of everything, starting from school to clothes.

Ever since Nadia's parents signed her up at the school we are attending, which was all the way back at nursery her parents threw an annual party at their place, to get to know the parents of the children Nadia was going to school with. And for all I can remember, any kid who came to this partied, left wishing his/her parents were just like Nadias. Many envied her, some believed she was a spoiled brat, but others knew that this was just one little happy family where the parents provided the best for their child.

The 3aza was painful for Nadia. Even though she was surrounded by everyone that loved her, and her dad, she wouldnt stop crying. The first 3 days of the 3aza she refused to eat anything completely. She survived on water. I tried forcing food down her throat, but after countless hours I would give up. I slept over at her house with my mom so we would keep them company during these painful couple of days. Nadia wouldnt sleep but when she would it would last for half an hour before I'd find her crying silently on her bed, or she'd creep out on the balcony and look at the stars waiting for for the sun to rise, remembering those days in the chalet when her father would sit out with her in the middle of the night, watching the stars and turning them into shapes, waiting for the sun to rise since it was there favorite moment and view in the whole world.

They day of the 3aza when the whole senior class came to 3azi Nadia, she was just unrecognizable. She has grown pale, and skinny. And with the scars on the right ride of her face she just doesnt look the same anymore.

Nadia

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Too many teary eyes, too many sorry looks, to many loud cries were too much on me. Lama el kil men el madria ya to pay their respect, I had gotten enough of it. I didnt expcet everyone to be there, but they've all showed up. 6alal doesnt look the same. The look on his face broke the last piece that was left of my heart. It was too much, so I after a few minutes after most of them showed up, I went out to the garden alone.

I took off the black 3abaya and shayla. I felt imprisoned in the black that wrapped my body. I cried quitely, alone, wishing and praying that this is all a nightmare. I looked around as I let the suns rays hit my skin, waiting for Ashton Kutcher to come out and screaming "You Got Punk-ed", But sadly, this was all reality.

Khalid

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Awal ma 7a6o esim obo nadia bil jareeda, 9oub el wafiyat, oboy 9akat fe el dinya. After a while oboy gali mino ohwa o ena binta ma3ay, bs ma 3iraft mino ela laman gal esim Nadia. Ee Nadia, el bint el wa7eeda el khathat galbi. That day at dinner my dad had his face cuffed in his hands.

"Shfek bo-khalid?" my mom asked him as she placed the pieces of garlic bread on the table.

"Mum9adig, M7md, M7md el yisawi el musta7el 3ashan ay wa7id etwafa" he mummbled.

"Yuba" I spoke "Shlon et3arf obo Nadia, w laish chithy mit2athir?"

"Lou mu m7md, chan e7na el7een bil shari3"

I gave my parents a confused look, but decided not to ask anything else.. I sipped on my coke wala my dad goes on ..

"7abeby Khalid, e7na dazaynak boarding school all these years, mu 3ashan shay, bs ena makina nabek tit2athar bili kan yi9er fena lama khisarna kilshay."

Then my mom decided to speak up "Obok kan bil bor9a, w 7a6 kil floosa 3ala saham wa7id, chan takhsir el sharika, wbook khisar kil shay, fa 6il3ana men el bait, wana o obok kena kila nithawash, baqyna enwadek 3ind yaditiik et3esh, bs b3dain enta bidait madrisa, w m7md alah yir7ma lazam ena yiwadeek a7sen madrisa, fa ohwa el dazak 3ala 7saba boarding school."

I was shocked, madry shagool ..

My dad started reminscing bout the past outloud "Alah yir7ama kan ma3ay men el ebtida2y W kamalna ma3a ba3a'6 lay el jam3a.."he paused for a moment as he held back his tears "youm bil thanaweya, kina ma3a shilatna, wala m7md yit-thakar ena aku emti7an b3ad el fir9a o mu darisla, fa lama dash el 9af, sawa ru7a yi6ee7 qashyan, wuhwa 3ala el arth, ga3id yith7aak, ou wa7id min rabi3na gi3ad yi6ig 3ala nafsa w y9arikh 'sa3dooo digaw 3ala el es3aaaaf' .. wala ayaam"

My mom disappeard off and came back with huge box. She placed it on the dinner table and opened it up. There were pictures, thousands of them ..

We stayed up all night looking at pictures of el mar7ooom, and to my shock, me and Nadia as kids hung out a lot, we had a ton pf pictures together, and our parents together ...

My parents went to bed so i stayed in my dads maktab photocopying pictures. I put them in an album, and that morning, I let my dad write comments or things that happened at the time the pictures were taken. As we were doing that, my dad gal "Thakartni, wain el box el kan fe kel el u9war?" I pulled up the box form under the table, and my dad shuffled through it, lay he pulled out a couple of papers stappled together. "7i6 hatha ma3a the album w 3a6a Nadia. Enta lat9er malgoof ou la tigra! Hatha oboha kitba the day el enwaldat feha w wa9ani a36eha eya etha 9ar fe ayshay.."

As much as i wanted to read it, I didnt. Ri7na that day to the 3aza, and I couldnt give it to her, cuz 3aza el riyayeel kan mukan qayr 3an el 7areem .. I kept it my car, so I would give it to her anytime see her. I got the word that everyone was going to pay repect to her a couple of days later, so I drove to her house, and when I got there, I found her sitting outside crying quitely. She broke my heart into a million little pieces.

I debated with myself if I should go to her, wala la2, so I came up with a conclusion to go to her, and ask her if she wanted to be alone wala la2. Nizalt men sayara and i just stared at her, before remembering the photo album and pulling it out from the backseat of my Range Rover. I walked up to her, and she looked up.

"Kh-aah .. Khalid" she cried out jidami.

I wanted to hug her, I wanted to s badly, but I couldnt. I sat next to her and gave her the huge album.

"Sh-shino hatha?"

"Take a look at it w ra7 etchoufen" I answered her.

She opened up the first page and saw a picture of her dad carrying her on his shoulders, and the ice cream dripping on his head. She giggled in between the her tears.

She turned the page, there were pictures of me and her eb Lbnan, still kids, eb 3arabtna, both our dads pushing us, and our moms carrying shopping bags.

"Omg!" she had a smile on her face now "Is that you?", I nodded "You were so cute, what happend!"

"Yeah, i got hotter" radait 3lyha. She looked at me, and even though her eyes were still watery, there was a smile on her face.

There were so many more pictures, 100 pages of pictures. There were some in kuwait, some bara. But every picture had Nadia and her father in it.

She giggled at the pictures, but every once in a while a tear would fall.

Then she came to the last page, where my dad had putten the letter, and started reading it outloud.

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6alal
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Everyones status's said "3atham alah ajrich Nadia Al-x" ..


But the only persons personal message that caught my eye was Reems.
It said, "Alah Yir7imik Mohammed Al-x, Wa3atham Alah Ajrich Nadia. Ena Lilah W Ena Elayhi Laraji3oun"


My heart sank, my palms started sweating. This cant be true.
Nadia's name was Nadia Mohammed Al-x.


I opened up Reems convo.


6alal: SH9AYIR EB NADIA!? MINO MITWAFII EB AHALHA !!!!


Reem: 6alal hadii shwaya


6alal: SHAHADDDDDII! REEEEM ETKALIMAY EL7EEN!!


Reem: 6alal, obo nadia etwafa the day of the gathering


I cried. I let silent tears roll down my cheeks. I stared at my laptop screen. Chan agoum asheeela wa7thifa 3ala el 6oofa.


My mom ran up to my room.
"Shfeeek ewlaidi! Sh6aaa7!" she said in a panic tone. But it took one look at me to know ena nothing fell.


"Yuma laish ma gilteeeeelii! Laish ma giltlooli!!"


She looked at me with guilt, but not a word was spoken. She sat next to me on the bed. My mom knew everything about me and Nadia. I have told her everything, it was a year before i would have my mom call hers 3ashan i propose to her.


Afterall, Nadia's parents were my parents closest friends. A couple of years back when we were still in middle school something went wrong in my dads company. We were bankrupt, and our family bailed out on us. The only people that steppped up were Nadia and her parents. Sa3idona eb kil 6ariqa gidraw feha. Ma ga9iraw ma3ana, and helped us get back up on our feet.


I cried on her lap until i fell asleep.


I woke up the next morning with a headache. I checked my phone, and I had one message men my cousin M7md.


One Message Recieved: M7md
Elyoum el 3a9ir el senior class kela biru7on yi3azon nadia eb bayt-hum. Umik ems emkalmatni, etha etchouf ru7ik ma tigdar etdawim elyoum latyey. Ana baru7 ayeeblik all the work you miss out.


One Outgoing Message To M7md
Mashkooor matga9ir. Etmir 3alay gabil la enru7?


I put my phone down, and headed to the shower. I woundered what time it was and how many hours i have been asleep. But then i remembered Nadia. I couldnt imagine what she was going through. Her family was her life. She LOVED her cousins and grandparents. They were her life, since she was an only child. But most importantly, she was Daddy's Little Girl.


I stood in the icy cold shower for a long time, and let the cold water prickle through my body.


"Allaah yir7imik m7md al-x wala y9abirich nadia" I quietly whispered to myself as I stepped out of the shower and dried off.


Nizalt el 9ala wala achouf omi w oboy ga3den yitqadn ma3a ekhti el ekbera, wzoujha and wildha 3aboodi.


"Sallam 3alaikum" I said as i entered the room.


"Wa3alaikum el salam" el kil rad. I walked over and kissed the crown of my parents head ou salamt 3ala zouk ekhti.


"Shloonik elyoum ewlaidi?" my mom asked


"B5air" I kept my eyes focused on the plate fearful to look up.


I quietly ate aware of everybodies focus on me.


The house phone rang and the maid rushed to pick it up.


"Hallaw .. Mistaaaar 6alal? Yes Yes Awaaaqe. Oqay One Mina6e."
"Mistaah 6alal Yawr Quzin Ma7amad Wan6 You On Phone" The maid screamed across the living room.


I got up and picked up the phone.


"Alo"


"Hala 6alal Shlonik?"


"B5air"


"Um e7na gilna ena el7en kilna enru7 en3azi Nadia, w 7awalt adig 3ala jihazik bs matrid. Tabeni amirik wala nayim?"


"Mirni, ana ga3id."


"Etjahaz, b3d 3ashir digayig akun 3indik"


"M3asalama"


I hung up. That was the coldest conversation I have ever had with anyone. I reached the stairs before my dad spoke out.


"Ha 6alal wain rayi7? Ma kamalt aklik?"


"Ma ashtihi yuba, ba6la3"


He turned to my mom and gave her a concerning look. "Wain rayi7?


"El senior class biru7 yi3azi Nadia."


Everyone at the table started exchaning looks which made me uncomftable. I went up quietly. I checked my phone and found 3 missed calls min M7md, and I reread the message he sent me earlier on that day ou estaw3abt he sent it early that morning.


I opened my closet and pulled out the white dishdasha. As I struggled to get into it, there was a knock on the door. "Etfa'a6l" I mummbled loud enough for anyone behind the door to hear me.


My sisters husband stepped in. He had a worried expression worn on his face, but he tried to hide it.


"Hows it going buddy?" he laughed and acted gangster.


I just looked at him, and continued buttoning up my dishdasha.


"6alal eg3ad, aby akalmik."I sat on my bed, and he took a seat next to me. "Adry enik mit2athir specially because it involves Nadia. I know how much she means to you, your family does too, what the hell THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS IT. Bs 6alal ethkir alah, hatha alah katba, mu zain eli ga3id etsawi eb nafsik!, 7aram!"


I looked down, "Laish ehya? Laish bain kel el nas, oboha el etwafa?"


"ET3AWITH MEN EBLEES" he sort of yelled at me. "6alal, 9aly 3ala el nabi, withkir alah. Hatha el maktoob, ma7ad yigdar yiqayra. Kilna binmout, etha mu elyoum batcher."


I didnt say anything but focused on the floor.


"Shes probably devestated now. She needs you the most right now. You cant be weak jidamha, you have to be the strong one here."


There was a honk outside, "Hatha wild khaltik yala goum enzil wit-thakir el giltlik eya"


I exited the house from the back door so i can avoid everyone in there. I got into m7mds car


"Hala"


"Hala feeek"


There was an awkawrd silence between us, and my house was just a block away min Nadia's so it didnt take long to get there. Everyone from school was there including teachers to pay respect to Nadia.


I stepped into their enormous living room. Men were in white. Women were in black. I felt as if someone punched me in the stomach as my eyes found Nadia. She was surrounded by her cousins, and her head was tilted downwards. I walked up to her.


"3atham alah ajrich Nadia" I chocked out.


She pulled her head up, and my heart screamed in agony when I saw her.


She was drowning in her own tears. Her eyes were blood shot red, and the area around her eyes were so puffed up with a pinkish hue. Her perfect smooth lips were chapped, and her face was yellow. The traces of her tears are visible on her face, but then I noticed something weird. On the right side of her face, there were scratches and bruises. Her chin was cut badly. I looked down at her hand and it was wrapped in a bandage.


Thats when the question hit me. "How did her father die?"


"A.. Ajirni Wajrik" she choked out while tears fell down her face..

Back to the day of the gathering.

Nadia

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Nadia dropped of Reem and headed back home still mad at 6alal for making her go to the stupid gathering, even though she didnt want too ou 3ala akhir shay

HE DOESNT SHOW UP

Dashat el yarmouk and entered her street.

"Weeeeeh, ouf another 3azeema 3ind el yiraan i hate it lama they park all over the street" she thought as she saw so many cars parked.

Lama she got down from the car she thought outloud

"LA 7ILFAW MU KAFI MAKH-THEEN EL FIREEJ KILA WAGFEEN 7ATA IN OUR GARAGE"

But as soon as she enterd the house, she knew that it wasnt the neighbors having another gathering.

The living room was filled with people

But their faces showed no emotions other than pain and sadness..

Their eyes were red

Tears were falling..

Her aunt and uncle jumped up when they saw her.

Her aunt was crying..

"Sh-shfeeech khalti" she asked

Her uncle wrapped her in his arm

"Nadia" he spoke.

She looked into his eyes while she was still embraced in his warm hug

"Nadia, oboooch etwafa"

"WHAT!!!!!!!!"

As the word etwafa escaped his lips loud cries escaped from everyone in the living room

"LAAAAA2" she screamed and pulled away "WAIN OMIII!"

She started crying, but the cries in the background were louder.

Everyone came in to settle her down bs she fought them

"WAIN OMIII THIS IS A JOKE!!" she cried.

"Omich bil mustashfa" her aunt whispered between her tears.

She got up and ran out the living room door.

She ran past the garden and onto the street not knowing where to go

Her family followed her panicking.

As she stood in the middle of the street she looked back at the crowd that followed her

Her aunts and uncles and a few family friends

They were sobbing

Some were screaming

It was too much for her

She collapsed on the street..

And the hot road from that day cut through her flawless skin

A few hours later she woke up

Her mom was next to her reading el quran and silently crying

Her aunt was mending her wounds

She started to cry

And continued for another few hours

Her tears were endless

Her Father, beloved father is now gone

Gone forever

"Mama" she cried

Her mom put down the quran and sat next to her and hugged her

"Mama .. ma gouleli kel hatha mu 9ij, gouleli oboy 3ayish"

Her mom hugged her and didnt say a word

They both cried for hours

After a while Nadia finally had the courage to ask the question

"Shloon mama shloon"

Her mother brushed her hair which was now damp from the tears

"Ka-kan 6ali3 men el sharika.. w .. w kan ta3ban fa ma kan emrakiz bi.. bi6ireej. Kan 3alaah el 5a6 esare3 wala wa7id ..." her mom paused as she cried.. "wa7id gi3ad yitarikla o oboch en5iba9 lama laf 3alay fa engalbat fee el sayara"

Nadia cried loud here.

Her tears were endless

She quietly prayed for her father

She cursed the driver that killed him

She prayed for the drivers death

Crying was exhausting

And she soon fell asleep in her mothers arm

Dreaming of nothing but the best memories she shared with her beloved dad.

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[Im not checking spelling, cuz it takes too long, ou 9ara7a we're trying to update daily fa spelling will just hold us backk .. so choose spelling & grammar wala posts just about everyday?]

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[Everyone Thank 6alool For Writing This Post In Such A Short Notice!;p Yo Am-Ay-Ziiiing!!;$]

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Nadia
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The Day Of The Gathering

The gathering was on a Monday, so i came back home and took a shower. I wasnt really in the mood to go, bs 6alal is making me so I guess i have too. It wasnt something I was looking forward too. When I came out of shower the red light was flashing on my phone indicating i had a missed call or a new message. I check it, wala i had one of each.

I Missed Call: Reem Alx;*

I New Message: Hubby;*
I might be late a bit la2na baru7 sharikat oboy. Omy galatli ena kan yabeni aru7la ehnak.

Outgoing Message To Hubby;*:
Aight babes, dont worry about it, 3ala ma i get ready and stuff, I'll probably make it the same time you do. Dont worry about it;* And tell me how your daddy's thing goes!
xox

After ma i sent the message i called up Reem.

"Allaaaaaw Loz-ah!"

"HELP ME" she screamd.

"Bismila! Shfeeeech?"

"I dont know what to wear, and oh oh can you please pick me up! You know sayigna safar!"

"Yeah omby shfeech entay khibla, akeed i'll pick you up!"

"A7ibicch! Oh and i need you to do my hair!"

"Okaik"

"And make up?"

"Agoul chiniiich ma9akhteeha!"

"Sorry, but please?"

I started laughing at that idiot. "I was kidding you idiot. Um okay, taben you come over and then you pick out anything you want min my closet"

"Ee that sounds great, bs shloon ma3indy sayig"

"3ady ana adiz my driver, he picks you up, and drops you off here."

"Alriiiiiighty!"

I shut the phone, and then told the maid to go tell the dirver to pick her up. Kint bil ma6bakh munching down nachos and on the laptop waiting for Reem to come, wala my mom walks in.

"Hey mama"

"Hala 7abebty, ha sh3indich ga3dah ehny? Mu giltay 3indikum 3asha elyoum 3ala sa3a 6 ma3a el madrisa?"

"Ee mama, bs na6ra Reemo etyeeli, mitwahga matadri shino talbis, ou tabeni asawi her hair"

"Ee khoush 3ayal, 6il3aw yimee3, a7sen"

"Enshala, mama wain baba? Ma chifta elyoum"

"Weh 7abebty el sharika emyaniin ebooch, aku wa7id bayig men el sharika fa ohwa ra7 yichoof shilsalfa. Miskeen ma 7a6 eb 7alja ligma elyoum"

"We 7aram!"

My phone buzzed on the counter. It was Reem. I picked up "Hey ana bara maykhalif ti6li3nli bara asti7i adish chithy"

"Okaik el7een yaya." I shut the phone "Hathy Reem bara" I told my mom. "Tisti7y etdish ebru7ha"

My mom laughed as she prepared herself some tea.

I went to the front door to find her standing out there in her green Juicy training suit while her hair was still wet.

"Zaga come in, shtabeeni a3zimiich ba3ad"

She came in mista7ya, even though she shouldnt be la2na our parents are really close friends and I've known her since the day i was born since we were both born on the same day and the same hospital. We went upstairs, and I already had my outfit picked out. I put a chair infront of my closet so she can face it and pick an outfit.

I curled her hair in large locks and applied her makeup a naturual way, she looked amazing. Etha etru7 in her tracksuit, et9ik 3alayna kilina.

She picked out a white dress, with red flats and my black Chanel clutch as i did my makeup.

I got into a high waist skinny black skirt, and a white ruffled top. I threw my phone, Ipod and wallet in a black with a silver Aigner bag.

We stood infront of the mirror, "We can break necks today"

"7ada I look so pretty!"

"Thanks to me or you'd be the grabage monster."

She punched me and we headed out. Sa3a 6:30, so we are kinda ok on time. We got there wala we noticed we were quite early. Khalid and 7amood were there, a couple of other girls, and some other guys too.

Lets go back in time

In the past two weeks Khalid turned out to be a nice person.

He got a long really well with the guys of our class, and just about everybody in high school

The girls drooled over him

And the anger had disappeard between him and 6alal.

They've gotten quite close too.

But between me and him

It was kind of awkward.

B A C K T O T H E F U T U R E

I texted 6alool to let him know i was there waiting for him.

In the meantime, Reem took a seat next to Khalid, and I sat next to 7amood who was sitting across from him. I put my bag on the chair next to me reserved for 6alal. The seniors started to come, and i was getting bored waiting for my man. Everyone kan lahi ma3a someone except for Khalid, so we started small talking. I tried to not talk a lot so i made most of conversations based upon him.

He was telling me about his life in France and boarding school when i recieved a message from 6alal.

One Message Recieved From: Hubby;*

Cant make it, baru7 dowaniyat wild 3ami, I'll see you tomorrow.

Outgoing Message to Hubby;*

Laish khalaytni aye 3ayal!! You knew i didnt wana come .. So Whatever, have fun!

I wanted to leave but Reem was having the time of her life. So I excused myself, and headed out bs ga3ad on a bench that faced the Gulf. I messaged Reem to let her know I was bara and I would wait for her, because I wasnt comftrable.

Time passed by really slow, and every once in a while I'd check my watch. Kint 7ady em3a9ba, shfe hatha?

After an hour or so, Reem came out with everyone, and I decided to leave before anyone from the table saw ou then starts yi7aqiqik laish i wasnt on the table.

6alal

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Madry laish bes ma kan le khilg aru7 el gathering 7ata lou ana 7anaait 3ala Nadooy etru7 ..

Ri7t 7ag oboy el sharika ou ni6art 7ag sa3a bs kan eb ejtima3 ou gal 7ag el secertarya etgooli khala9 wala shay muhim waru7 .. 3ady, batcher adawim el madrisa wakalimha, because from her last message, she was nothing close to happy.

But the next day of school, she didnt come. Neither did Reem

7ata the day after, she wasnt there.

Wala Khalid. This angered me. Ou lama dagait 3alay chem mara rad .. rifa3 thaq6i!

For the past 2 days, she hasnt come to school. She hasnt answered my messages, or my calls. SHFEEEEHA?

Shda3wah em3a9bah chithy. I decided to go home that day and send her a message on facebook. Before i signed in on msn, i sent her a message.

"Nadia min9ijich em3a9ba 3ala shay tafih? Bs 3ashan hatha mu ga3dah etdawmeen? Shfeech wayid 9ayra daloo3a.?"

I clicked on the send button. Something I wish I never did.

I signed in online, and Reem was on. She started the convo.

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Reem: Enta 7mar? Why the hell arnt you with Nadia! This is when she needs you the most.

6alal: Needs me ou ta7gir my calls? Tikfain fikinii! Dala3ha zayid. Kil hatha 3ashan el gathering.

Reem: 6alal hadi .. Shal esloob!

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I ignored her 3asas we dont fight and went to the Messenger contact page (where you see all the contacts) to check my email .. that very split second, I wished i could take back all my dirty thoughts I had about her, and Khalid, and the mean text message and the facebook messages I just sent her.

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"Hey 6aloolii! Yala enru7 we go get our schedules?" I said hoping to ragi3 el salfa. I looked at him, he didnt move. I crossed my eyebrows as if i was confused and pulled him to go.



"7ilfay?" He finally whispered as we headed to the office.



"It was nothing, and you know that 6alal" He stopped in the middle of the hallway.



"Shrayich you hand over your number as well, and email?"



"6alal your making a fuss of something simply QABI!, Reem was in a situation in which she didnt know what to do, so i said that just to save her..!"



"Mhhm"



Akheraan he started moving.. I placed my hand in his, and tugged him a little.



"I love you, and Im not joking around. Your my hubby, and this is how its always gona be. Its not gona happen again, i promise, you just know how i kick in to help a friend."



I was able to turn his frown to a cheezy half smile. He shoulder hugged me and said, "Im glad your mine."



We grabbed are schedules and were pretty shocked we had only 3 subjects together. English, physics and P.E ..



"Ew! 3indi Calculus first period, what do you have?"



"Wayh! 3indi Buisness! Miskeena 3ala el aqal ahwan min mawadich ell et3aqid el wa7id!"



"Adry, ra7 ayin this semester.. yala i'll see you after this period, i gotta go to check out the new teacher, Akhaf wa7da e7mara ba3ad, aw 7mar, whatever the gender is.."



"Kaaak! Yala go your already 15 minutes late!"

I started running in the hallway passing through freshmen classes and confused plus worried new transfer students. I reached the class and stopped exactly infront of the door calmed down and then opened the door after a quick knock.

"Hey im sorry i was late the office messed up my schedule" I lied to our new African American teacher.

"Its alright young lady, just pick up a text book for that shelf and pick a seat where ever you please" He said with a smile. As i got went to get my text book I looked around the class for anyone I knew. I spotted Hamad and 9ager who were 6alool's closest friends. I waved as they screamed my name. I took a seat behind them. Time flew by first period because we just took time to talk about random stuff, and the teacher seemed nice. Thats one subject down el i dont have to worry about as much.

The bell rang and we were dismissed. 6alool was waiting for me right at the door.
"Ha shloona?"

"Honestly not bad! Its a tiny class, maku wayid nas, 10 in total ou like aku new students el lail7en bil office bs wanasa, hamoodo o 9agoor ma3ay"

"Ee zain aku a7ed yi6amini .. "

"Hehe, aw how was ur class?"

6alool answered me but I didnt get what he said, because my phone buzzed in my pocket. 6ala3ta and i senced him look over to see who it was from. Kan min Reem.

I Message Recived:
Reem Al-X;*
Nadz, shi3indich now?

Outgoing Message:
Allaw Loz-er;* Im off to english now, limatha?

I spotted her in the end of the hall bs I couldnt go to her since English class was right here. She waved and mouthed something I didnt get. But when i saw her what she was pointing at I knew i was introuble. She pointed at the summer hottie and galatla to come next to me. I ran into the class, and pulled 6alool with me.

"Shfeech mama? Wayid mistansa aw mista3yila?"

"La bs tadre 3gub AP english agdar atfalsaf foug raskum ou the teacher likes me"

"Ya entay el faylasoofa"

I giggled as my heart pounded. It felt as if it was going to beat out of my chest. I dont know why, but it was a weird feeling. The teacher was on her computer so I decided not to bother her.

The class was still empty except for a few dorks el em6al3eeen kil shay and ready to go.

"Babes, nig3ad in the back okaik?"

Just then summer hottie came stepped into the class.. I saw 6alools fist curl up, bs he looked at me ou sawait ru7i ma achoufa. Except for the fact he was only a foot away infront of me.

"Nadia, 9a7?" He spoke.

7igart. Even though i didnt knew it was disrespectful to him or respectful to 6alal.

"This is english 12 right?" He started again. "Well do you mind if you help me out?"
6alol stepped in jidama, and gal "Law sama7t, ana 6alal, etha baqayt shay, ta3al gouli wana 7athir asa3dik."

Summer hottie looked kind of confused but i smiled and shrugged. 6alal did the right thing! I was happy. The bell rang so everyone ran into the class and took a seat, and the teacher stood infront of the class.

"So hello everyone. I hope you all had a great summer but arnt quite ready for any work, so lets have an easy day. Even though i see familiar faces let everyone stand up here and just talk, say whatever they want. How bout that?" Ou el retarded class el kil bida yi9afig. 7imdilah wil shikir, so i joined in ma3ahum while 6alal whistled. Hailag.

"Nadia since your the one I know best why dont you come up here and start." I got up and 6alal clapped for me which triggered everyone to start clapping.

"Thank you thank you! Okay, so its Naida, as ya'll know by now" and thats when 6alal screamed "Yup! Hathi 7abebty" I smiled and continued on..
"Well errm"..

The teacher interupted which kind of saved my life "As most of you know, Nadia took AP English last year, did you by any chance get your grade?"

"Um no, because i just got back today fron London. And i left before the results came out."

The teacher gasped, and ran to her desk. "Oh my Nadia, are you serious." She shuffled through her papers really fast. "I am quite shocked, you must see this." Ana gilt i failed, la2na throughout the whole year ma sawait shay. No litterly ma sawait shay! No assignment handed in. I only read the stupid books we had too, and etha kan le khilg sawait el tests. I spent most of the time helping out other students doing their work, while i never did mine. She handed me the AP paper, with an expressionless face. I scanned the paper really fast and saw my grade.

"I GOT A ... I GOT A FIIIIIIIIVE!! I DONT BELIEVE IT!" I started jumping up and down and hugged the teacher.

"You must be proud of yourself. Your an intelligent young woman and since you never did anything i am quite shocked. Do you know your the only one from this school and schoolx-and schoolx- who scored a 5?"

"WHOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I looked back at the class wiya el ebtisama el shaga wayhi! 6alool winked and mouthed "I love you" summer hottie who had taken a seat right infront of me smiled. Some other girls who were friends clapped for me.

I was gona head back to my seat wala the teacher etgoli i still had to say something, so i blurted out "While Im Nadia, and im a genuis, too bad you aint me .. so be JELOUS!" The class laughed and the teacher nodded at me for permission to sit down.

"To the young man whose sitting infront of nadia, will you please come up and talk to us for a bit" As he stood up, he dropped a piece of paper on my table. I looked at the paper, and back at him, but his back was given to me as he walking up infront of the class.

"Well" he started. "My name is Khalid and I've been in boarding school all of my life, so its kinda weird and new here. Um well i dont know what else to say."

I looked at the paper, and looked at 6alal who was looking at me as well. As the teacher questioned him a bit i placed the paper on 6alals desk since I didnt want to open it up ou b3dain abtilish. He opened it up and 3a9ab! He smushed up the paper and put it on the corner of his desk. I grabbed it, and read it.

Beauty & Brains?;p
Good things do indeed come in small packages!:p

As i saw Khalids eyes focus on me i tore it up and threw all the idsy bitsy papers on his desk. I texted 6alal who was still on his nerves as time passed by

Outgoing Message:
Look at me.

I saw him take out his phone and read the message.
He turned over to me, I took out the necklace which was under my shirt. He had given it to me the day i left. Both our names were carved in it. I Kissed it, and cupped it in my hands.

It made him feel a little bit better, but the anger was still there.

The bell rang, so i thought i'd do something. I pulled Khalids t-shirt. He turned around and smiled, 6alal came up behind me ready to punch him.

"Khalid, hey, um hi .. look listen, i know ive given you a wrong 1st impression the one that counts the most but e7tirim nafsik a bit, please. Stop with the notes, and the cheezy quotes. Its obvious he" i pointed at 6alal "is my boyfriend. Thats how its been for 2 years, and will be forever. So in respect of that stop it, kapish?"

"Ahaa .." was his only answer as he got his bag and left. 6alal heard everyone and it cooled him down a little more, bs anger was still in the air even though he tried not to show it.

We had a 25 minute break, so we headed to our usual hang out place. Salamt 3ala el a3arifhum and took a seat on the bench next to Reem. Everyone was talking about the summer holiday, when this weird guy with shades came up to me and said, "Shd3wa matsalim el kila raf3a khashimha"

I looked at Reem and she said, "Its m7md yal khibla"

"M7MD! YOUR AGRA3! AHAHAHA! WALAH MA 3IRAFTIK! SORRY! Wain el kisha! And the unshaven face, mitqayir!"

"Wntay ba3ad, wayid mitqayra, mashala mi7lwa. Ma 3iraftich 9ara7a ela lama sima3thum yinadoon esmich."

I giggled then stood on the bench and over his bald head i started moving my hands and said "I Caaaaan Seeeeeeeee Youuuuuuur Futuuuuuuuuure, Woooooooo!"

"Ayal! Ya shagool", He pulled me down from the bench la2na etfashal lama elkil bida yith7ak "6alool egthib 7abebtiiik la .."

"La shino? Hid-ha la aksir rasik el7een"

M7md ou 6alal are cousins, 6alool being older ou el yigoola yamshi.
He let go of my arm, and looked at me "Enshala you apologize" .. "Oh yeah sorry" As i continued giggling at him.

9agooor joined the gang. "Hala wala !"

Everyone rad 3alay el salam, ou there were kisses.

"Shabab, abekum you meet my cousin Khalid, Khalid hathoula ohma el rabi3. Hatha m7md, 6alal, yousif, adam ou 3ali. And this is reem, faye, maha and nadia."

Everyone welcomed him easily, and shook his hand. Except me, I looked at him min foug lay ta7at. As the short break continued la7atht ena he got a long with EVERYONE. Damn, it was that easy for him to join us? Argh ..
6alal seemed to even loosen up a bit after Khalid apologized since he was knew ou ma kan yadri.

A student came out passing out flyers, which Reem read out loud.
FIRST SENIOR GATHERING.
2 WEEKS FROM TODAY.
BE THERE!
ITS OUT LAST YEAR, WE DONT WANA MISS A MOMENT OF FUN!
TGI FRIDAYS, 6:00, GULF ROAD.

"Hiya! awal gathering! gona be fun!" Faye said.

"Ouf 7ada, ra7 naf9il" 9agoor added.

F a s t F o r w a r d

2 Weeks Later

First Senior Gathering.

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