tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28051564416704858932023-06-20T06:58:48.941-07:00Steal My SwaggerCan Two Hearts Be One?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-6433280687728847852012-06-14T00:36:00.002-07:002012-06-14T00:37:33.894-07:00Part Eleven<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Part Eleven: </b></div>
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Hopefully this will be a super long post! <o:p></o:p></div>
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That night Naser’s family came over. Fajer was the first to
greet them at the door. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Faye wala Fajer?” asked Naser’s mom, who was the first one
to walk into their house. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Fajer khalty” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hala fajoor, shlounich?” Naser said with a smile beaming.
“He whitened his teeth” she thought “3abala he’s going to impress Faye? Who am
I kidding, Faye would die for that smile.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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She didn’t reply back and turned to his dad. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hala 3amy, shlounick?”
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“Tamam, ou shlounich entay bnayty? 3asach eb khair?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“El7imdilah… Um etfathilaw el7een anady oumy ou oboy” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Ou Faye” Naser added who stood in the same spot as his
parents found their way to their living room. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“ If your parents were here, I would have stabbed you in the
eye with my heels. Your not getting Faye. She doesn’t want you, just for the
heads up” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Naser’s world came crashing down. <o:p></o:p></div>
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His smile in less than a second turned to frown. All he
could see was this little girl telling him he wont get the women he loved. What
the reason he;s coming here anyway? It was to see if Faye accepted him to be
her hubby, till eternity.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Weeh weh! Faye laish ma nadaiteeny!!” Her mom rushed down
the stairs as her shoes made a flip flopping noise. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Kent yaya a93ad” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Her mom cut her off, naday oboch ga3ed e6al33 el akhbar, ma
yadry ena w9elaw” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Fajer took one last glance at Naser who turned white and
took off her to call her dad. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Once upstairs she went to her dad’s room “Baba, ohma ta7at”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“yala kanyy” he sstood up but continued to watch the news. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Baba tara ohma ta7at!!” she told him a second time<o:p></o:p></div>
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“6al3a 3ala oumich, chabreet” her dad kissed her forehead
and left the room. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Psssst, Psssst” Faye called opening her rooms door just an
inch wide. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Besmila sfheech! Tara ohma ta7at mu ehny” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Adry silly” and that is when she opened her door wide open
“do I look bad?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Fajer eyed her from head to toe. “No, do you wana look bad?”
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“YES FAJOOR ALAH YKHALICH HELP ME!” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Neyahaha, ok” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Fajer went into her sisters room “jeans and a tee wont make
you look bad, apply eyeliner and mascara” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“AGOULICH I WANA LOOK BAD YAL GHABIYA! NOT GOOD” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“ I know !! Trust me on this one” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Faye applied both eyeliner and the mascara before she
started tickling her. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Faye started screaming, laughing and crying all at the same
time. Her mascara and eyeliner saaa7. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Take a look at your face now” said fajer<o:p></o:p></div>
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Faye took one look of herself in the mirror “YOU’RE A GENUIS! What other tricks do you
have up your sleeve?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Where the Argan oil?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“In the bathroom” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeebly eya” said Fajer<o:p></o:p></div>
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Faye got up and got the oil, then faye applied it only to
the roots of her hair<o:p></o:p></div>
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“WAI3 IT LOOKS LIKE I CAN FRY EGGS WITH THE OIL ON MY HAIR”
Faye said shocked at what she was see’ing in the mirror<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I know” Fajer said with a smile that seemed it was going to
rip the sides of her lips. “Do you like
there jeans?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Faye looked at them “no I was actually going to throw them
away but …..” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Fajer cut her off “scissors please” and she started tearing
and snipping pieces the jeans. “Don’t
touch my masterpiece and now u are free to go down stairs. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“yes master” and faye walked out her room with a pair of
bathroom flip flips<o:p></o:p></div>
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Just as she reached the stairs her mom met her. Shocked at
the appearance of her daughter she pulled her back upstairs before the guests
were able to see her. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Alah yel3an ebleesich” and then she started laughing
covering her mouth. “Semsawya eb nafsich!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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When Fajer saw that her mom was laughing she said “Hatha my
masterpieces, shrayich? <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Taboun etkhar3oun el rayal? KHARA3TAW EL YENANWA EL IB HAL
BAIT” All three were laughing hysterically
“Mama goumay ghaslay ou nezlay, etha entay mataena me7na emgha9beenich” <o:p></o:p></div>
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The sister’s hi-fived each other. Fajer went into her room
to wash up and Faye went downstairs with her mom. <o:p></o:p></div>
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After suwalif <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Haa wain el 3aroos” said Um Na9er<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Kany” Faye said as she walked down the stairs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Salemat as though there was nothing wrong with her earlier.
Salemat 3ala Naser as well. <o:p></o:p></div>
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After dinner when the 3azeema came to an end, Oum Naser
spoke again “E7na yaina enchouf rad Faye 3al mawthou3 el etkalamna feeh”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Khalty ana lail7een 9ghera mu nawya atzawaj. Tawny bedait ashteqil, ou lail7een mu emfakra bel zawaj" <o:p></o:p></div>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-88943585120643235372012-06-09T23:00:00.000-07:002012-06-09T23:00:17.893-07:00Part Ten<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>Part Ten</b><br />
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Faye stomped into house, furious at Naser, HOW COULD HE!<br />
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"Faye" a voice called out from a corner in the living room<br />
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"MAMA!! EL7IMDILAH 3AL SALAMA!!"<br />
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"Alah ysalmich 7abeebty, shlouniich, shakhbarich, walah eshtigtlich yal khaysa! Ba3ad el ghada ba36eekum kelshay yebtlikum eya!"<br />
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"WANASA! Entay shlounich!"<br />
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"El7imdilah" <br />
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For a few minutes Fajer and Faye forgot that their dad was sitting right there.<br />
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"Fajer, 3ndy lich khabar bs kent em2ajla shway lana oumich kanat emsafra, bes athen el wakt el7een munsaeb ena enaqshich fee"<br />
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"Khair" Faye didn't want anymore trouble<br />
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"Naser etqadam lich, we7na chayfena rayal em9aly ou emsamy, ou 3arfeen ahla 3adel"her dad spoke<br />
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"Shrayich 7abeebty"Faye's mom asked with a smile plastered on her face<br />
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"NO NO NO!!! MAMA AND BABA TADROUN WHAT HE DID BEL DAWAM TODAY? HE TOLD A GUY WE WERE ENGAGED LANA HE LOOKED AT ME! OU HATHA 9AR OU E7NA MA BAINA SHAY! IMAGINE IF WERE MARRIED!!"<br />
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Fajer was shocked at her sister's action. She heard her on the phone telling her friend how she found him really good looking. She thought her sister might finally be in love again<br />
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It was lunch time and Faye locked herself in her room. She want to lay in her bed and sleep hoping that she'd wake up and find all of this to be dream.<br />
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She ignored the constant knocks on her door from her mom, dad and the nanny<br />
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Fajer did the same. As much as wanted nothing but the best for her sister, she didn't want her to get married and leave the house. In the huge mansion they lived in, she will be the only one there. Both of her parents will always be busy. She missed her brother so much, and she wished he was here.<br />
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Fajer was studying in the UK before she was forced to come back home, after brother's death.<br />
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Rumors and high school drama caused her to loose contact with everyone she graduated with, both guys and girls. She thought London would be a new page of her life, a new story, but sadly it ended way too soon.<br />
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She felt so lonely. She had no friends, her cousins all studied abroad, and now they were going to take her best friend, Faye.<br />
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She cried herself to sleep.<br />
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It was 6:00 when Faye woke her up. She was excited. "FUDGE WAKE UP! MAMA'S GOING TO GIVE US OUR GIFTS NOW"<br />
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She sat up a bit confused, was that all a dream? Or was it true? Faye was truly happy..<br />
She went into her moms room to find tops of make-up pallets, clothes, accessories, shoes, bags.<br />
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"Wow, kel hatha in one bag mama?"<br />
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"La 7abeebty" her mom giggled, that was my third bag ou 7a6ain aqrath eb jan6at yaditich<br />
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Faye sat on the floor, "Sheno 7agy? I don't and won't share my stuff weyaha"<br />
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"UH! I WONT SHARE MY STUFF WITH YOU!" Fajer threw a pillow a her sister.<br />
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"Bs 3ad thnainatkum, 3eglaw"<br />
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They spent an your opening stuff, trying things on, and fighting on who got what. Each sister had a pile next to her and declared what was hers. It was then her mother reminded Fajer that it was all a reality.<br />
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"Faye, shfech 7abeebty, entay chayfa 3aib eb Naser? Walah rayal zain ou mu7taram, ou ekhaf raba, laish mu emwafqa?"<br />
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"Mama 9akray el mawthou3, ma abyyy!" Faye rolled her eyes<br />
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"Shagoul 7ag ouma el7een? Mu 3aib areda bedoun sebab?"<br />
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"la mu 3aib, if you can't do it, ill do it myself"<br />
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Fajer couldn't take the words coming out of her moms mouth so she picked up her stuff and went to her room.<br />
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Though she was a room away, she could still hear her mom trying to convince Faye.<br />
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"Bacher ra7 yetghadoun 3endina, ou engouluhum"<br />
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It was the lunch break at work, and everyone had gathered around a colleague who was celebrating their birthday.<br />
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They were all singing happy birthday except for Naser. He was just moving his lips and staring at Faye. Her bright red lips were singing and she giggled while she clapped. She was gorgeous.<br />
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Then he noticed the guy from this morning. He too was eyeing Faye, but she was oblivious to the whole thing.<br />
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When they finished everyone head to the little sandwiches that were there and started cutting up slices of cake.<br />
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Naser went up to the guy that Faye said hi too. "7abeebi, 3ady akalmick?"<br />
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"Eee khair" he replied eating a sausage roll<br />
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"Ta3al weyay" Naser took him to his desk away from all the loya that was going on<br />
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"7abeebi, mumkin etwakher 3an el ebnaya?"<br />
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The guy gave him a silly look "Meno, Faye? Laish bala? Ou meno enta?"<br />
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At this point Naser did think about it. Laish? Meno ana 3ashan agoula wakher 3anha. "Ana kha6ebha"<br />
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The words just came out of his mouth.<br />
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The guy looked a bit startled. "La? 9ij? Mmm.. mabrooken 3ayal" and he headed back to the party.<br />
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When he noticed Naser going to the bathroom, he went up to Faye, and with a horrible nafsiya he whispered "Mabrook. Ma geltely"<br />
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Faye looked so confused with his remark "Mabrook 3ala sheno?" she asked adding a nervous giggle<br />
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"Khe6oubtiich to the new guy"<br />
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He didn't give Faye the chance to reply back, he just gave her his back. She looked all over the office for Naser until she spotted him leaving the men's room. She went up to him and pulled him back into the mens toilet.<br />
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"This is the men's toilet" he said<br />
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"NO KIDDING NASER? MEN 9IJICK? WHY THEY HELL DID YOU TELL HIM WE WERE ENGAGED! ALL YOU DID WAS GIVE ME A LIFT TO WORK!!! YOU, I DONT WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU ANYMORE!"<br />
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"Faye, calm down, ma 9ar shay bs nathrita lich kana wa9kha" Naser tried to defend himself<br />
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"I DONT CARE NASER, AND YOU SHOULDNT EITHER! GUESS WHAT YOUR ARE NOT FAMILY AND PLEASE I BEG OF YOU, STAY OUT OF MY LIFE AND PERSONAL BUSINESS"<br />
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He nodded and she left the mens room only to bump into the guy.<br />
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"Wopsi, kharabt your personal times?"<br />
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Faye was more than pissed "YOU IDIOT. THERE WAS NOTHING AND NEVER WILL BE ANYTHING BETWEEN US HE JUST SAID THAT SO YOU WOULDNT STARE AT ME THE WAY YOU DO YOU PERV!"<br />
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She headed to her cubicle, gathered her stuff, and headed to the lobby. There she called her boss and told him that she was going to leave early. Then she called Fajer to pick her up.<br />
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That night Naser made a few calls: "7abeebii, shlounick? Ebkair alah ysalmick, 6elabtick Bu 3abdallah, hal raqam mum kin etchayek mukalimata? Mashkooor wayedd" </div>
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He paced back and forth in his bed room. For the first time, in a very long time he felt something weird in his heart. He loved her. He wanted her. He didn't any other man to look at her. He couldn't wait to work with her. </div>
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On his first day of his job, he woke up early. "What a restless night" he mumbled to himself as the alarm went off. Naser wasn't nervous of his new job, he was nervous and excited to finally work with Faye. She has been occupying every thought. </div>
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He got ready and went downstairs to see his younger sister having breakfast and reading a magazine. "Hala bel ghalya" </div>
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"Hii nasooor" </div>
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"Whats for breakfast?" he asked as he messed up her hair</div>
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"Nothing, Im grabbing starbucks on my way to school, maly khelg adawem" </div>
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"Its your senior year ou ma bugs shay tetkharijain then ur off to Miami!" he hovered her. He grabbed the Kinder Bueno that she had next to her and ran to the door trying to hold his ghetra so it doesn't fly away</div>
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"HEYYY NASER TA3AL! THATS MY LUNCH FOR SCHOOOL" screamed his little sister</div>
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"YALAH 9BA7 KHAIR SHFEEKUM" his dad talked in a really loud voice as he walked down the street.</div>
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"Hala yuba" both calmed down</div>
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"hala fekum" ...."ghalooy, yala muta ray7a el madrisa 9arat 7:10" </div>
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"Kany I was just getting my bag" she grabbed the chocolate bar out of her brothers hand and kissed her dads head as she walked out</div>
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"Nasoor, yuba mer 3ala Faye, oboha tawa dag 3alay ou gal sayart'ha ma teshtighel ou sayeghum raye7 el ma6ar eyeb omhum. Ekhitha ou ru7aw el dawam ... bs haa derbalick 3alaiha" </div>
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At this point Naser was smiling from ear to ear, and he blushed a bit. If his dad wasn't there he would have done the chicken dance but he managed to hold himself together.</div>
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Salam 3ala obo and he sped to Faye's house. When he got there he didn't know what to do. Was he supposed to ring the bell, or honk? He sat there for a couple of minutes before his dad called "Ha wlaidi, we9alt 3endhum?" </div>
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"Ee yuba, 3ady etdeg 3ala oboha wetgoula ana bara?"</div>
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"Ee yala, ma3a salama" </div>
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A couple of minutes later, the nanny came out and knocked on the passenger window "Nasar?" </div>
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"Yes" he replied</div>
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"Madam Faye still not ready, baba say come have breakfast" </div>
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That very second Faye's dad showed up at the door of their house eb dishdashat el bait waving at him to come in. </div>
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Naser parked his car ou nezal salam 3ala her dad. "Hala 3amy shlounick" </div>
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"Eb khair wenta shlounick ta3al desh etrayag, faye yabeelha ba3ad rube3 sa3a 3ala matkhale9" </div>
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"mashkoor 3amii" </div>
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He walked into the house to find Faye walking down the stairs in a light blue pencil skirt with a white top. He hair was in loose wavy curls and she had red lipstick on. </div>
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He tried not to stare but she was beautiful. </div>
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Faye was shocked to find Naser in their house. She gave her dad a weird look "9ba7 el chair baba" </div>
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"9aba7 el noor 7abebty .... Fayouna sayartich ma teshtiqel fa Naser bewa9lich weyeebich men el dawam" </div>
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"Ohh ... wain el sayeg?" she asked</div>
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"Raye7 eyeeb omich ou yaditich men el ma6ar. Ta3alaw etrayegaw" </div>
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"Thanks baba but I have an early meeting" </div>
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"3ayal khala9 namshy el7een, mashkoor 3amy" Naser replied back</div>
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She peaked in the back seat window and noticed it was occupied with paper work, cd's and a couple of shopping bags. There was nor pom to sit back there so she decided to sit in the front.</div>
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The car ride was quiet and awkward. Naser tried to make small talk, but the conversation would end very fast. </div>
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The parking lot was quite empty so Naser parked the closest to the entrance. A guy parked next to them/ </div>
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"Mashkoor Naser, ma ga9art. Have a good first day" </div>
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"Mashkoura 7ab - Faye" </div>
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He wanted to bang himself on the steering wheel for almost calling her 7abeebty. Thank god hear him. </div>
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As both nezlaw men the car Faye turned to the guy that got down from the car that was parked next to them. </div>
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"Caramel frappacino with extra caramel and a four cheese" that guy said as he handed her a Starbucks bag</div>
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"Faye" Naser startled her in a loud voice</div>
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He was in absolute rage but noticed he could tell her anything.</div>
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He turned his frown into a fake smile "will you show me around"</div>
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Hey guys!<br />
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I hope you like the story, but Im so sorry I haven't been posting lately, but Ive been running around with doctor appointments since Im having several procedures being done. On top of that Im studying for exams .....<br />
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So let me start off by congratulating the class of 2012, either at uni or school!<br />
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And for the rest good luck on your exams!<br />
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And finally to those that have finished, ENJOY YOUR SUMMER HOLIDAY!<br />
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I cant wait till Im back home, so my life is kind of all over the place in order to get back asap!<br />
As soon as Im back in Kuwait, I'll be posting a lot more often!<br />
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Lots of love!<br />
WaayWaay<br />
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(Read the previous post, a new part is up!)<br />
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-69853904776382159192012-05-31T04:26:00.001-07:002012-05-31T04:26:03.977-07:00Part 7: Rolling Down the River<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Part Seven: </b></div>
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Faye kept working with Naser as professional as she can. She talked formally and always returned to business a soon as she felt like Naser was getting off topic. <div>
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"Faye wain el tekrimeen el 7amam?" Naser asked as he grabbed his constantly flashing, vibrating phone. </div>
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"Awa9lick, lana ana ray7a el ma6bakh. Taby may aw 3a9er, or coke?" Faye replied back taking the lead </div>
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"Juice sounds good" </div>
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She led him to the guests bathroom and headed to the kitchen as she asked the nanny to get juice and place them on the table they were working on while she grabbed the goodies bowl which was filled with chocolate. </div>
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When she passed by the bathroom she heard him "Ya3goub! Walah ehya! Wallah laish achatheb 3alaick! Mashala 3alaiaha, she knows exactly what she's doing! Walah ya shagoul! Inzain ana chena 6awalt, bacher el ghada eb slider weya m7md ou baje el shabab americk wagoulick kelshay!" </div>
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After that Faye ran a few steps before the bathroom's door was unlocked. She turned around .. </div>
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"Sorry 6awalt" he shot her his million dollar smile</div>
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Fayes heart sank "La 3ady, I just had goodies break too" </div>
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He said something but Faye turned around and walked back to the table. All she could think about was "what does that mean ......... " </div>
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It was 15 minutes after that incident when Naser's dad came to the table "Ha 3assa khala9taw?" </div>
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"Ha ee youba, mashala 3alaiha wayed sa3edatny" Naser replied back picking up his paper work "Mashkoura Faye, ma ga9artay"</div>
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"El 3afu" she smiled and picked up her cocktail juice box "etha e7tijt ays hay layridick ela elsanick" </div>
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"Mashkoura wayed" he replied smiling</div>
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Faye saw that both her father and Naser's dad were facing the other way so she ran up the stairs. She couldn't help it, but she forgot that Naser was watching her the whole time. He let out a laugh..</div>
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"Haw shfeeck Nasoor?" asked his dad </div>
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"Ha la maku, Ya3goubo daz nekta" </div>
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They left Faye's house with a smile plastered on Naser's face eager for tomorrow to come so he can tell his best friend what just happened </div>
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Faye went to her room and tried to call her best friend Noor but she was at a wedding and wasn't picking up. Fajer had fallen asleep. She had to vent to someone, she was excited but confused and didn't know how to feel</div>
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The next day, </div>
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Naser parked in front of Ya3goubs house</div>
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Incoming Call</div>
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*Naser* </div>
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"Hala Nasoor, ent ta7at?" </div>
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"Ee yala enzil" </div>
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As soon as he got into the car, Naser smiled and screamed "YA3GOUB!! 7ABAITT!" </div>
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<b>Part Six:</b><br />
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"Fayooona! Faaye 7abeebty ta3alay el maktab!"<br />
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"Enshala baba!" after she walked into her dads house office she said "Hala baba khair?"<br />
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"7abeebty, elyoum la te6li3een, et3arfeen sheriiky bel sharika 3amich Mohammed?"<br />
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"Ee shfeeh?" she plopped into the brown leather sofa in front of his desk<br />
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"Elyoum yay, welda kan yeshtiqil bara ou tawa rad, ou ye7taj musa3ada eb a project bel sharika el teshtaqlain feha, lana ra7 yeshtiqil ma3ach"<br />
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"Ee mu mushkila, agoul baba, oumy meta rada?"<br />
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"Hal sbou3 enshala, yaditich mataby etrid el kuwait 3ala 6oul, miskeena 3gub shahrain bel mustashfa ma aloomha, khaleha etghayer jaw"<br />
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"Yay! I can't wait 7ag el hadaya!!"<br />
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"Hatha el entay fal7a fee"<br />
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Faye giggled and left her dads office and headed to Fajers room "Fudgee"<br />
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"Yeah" she was watching the last episodes of Desperate Housewives<br />
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"Oboy gal ma ne6la3 cuz his friend yay weya weld and apparently he's going to work in the company, ou he's stuck aw shay chithy, so enkhaleha bacher enru7 shopping?"<br />
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"Yeah okie dokie! Do you think the guys cute?"<br />
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"FAJER! How dare you!"<br />
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"Oh chub, I know your wondering the same thing" Fajer laughed at her sister blushing<br />
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That night<br />
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The nanny walked into Faye's room were Fajer was chatting with her sister as Faye was getting ready "Paye, Paye, sir say come down his friend here with ooooh handsome son"<br />
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"I TOLD YOU! AKEED BEKOUN 7ELO" Fajer screamed<br />
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"You idiot! Ga9ray 7isich!"<br />
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Faye stuck her tongue out as she left her room.<br />
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As she walked down the stairs she noticed her dad sitting with his friend, and there was no other guy.<br />
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"El Salam 3alaikum" - she said<br />
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"Ou 3alaikum el salam' both men replied back<br />
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"Shlounich Faye?" asked Mohammed - her friends dad<br />
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"Zaina, el7imdilah wenta shlounick 3amy?"<br />
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"Ebkhair damich eb khair, hatha weldy warach, ye7taj musa3ada ou gelt mara wa7da ayeey amir 3ala oboch ensoulif"<br />
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Faye giggled and turned back to see the same guy that punched the brains out of Talal's head in Johnny Rockets<br />
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Both were shocked.<br />
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"Hi, Im Faye" she brought out her arm<br />
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"Wana Naser" he shook her hand<br />
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<b>Part Five: </b><br />
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That night of course Faye told Fajer everything!<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">OH MY GOD</span>!" she squealed after every other word Faye said.<br />
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"Fajoor, the guy, he was like superman! But a hotter, Kuwaiti version!!"<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Did you get his name? Anything!</span>!"<br />
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"No" replied Faye with a frown on her face<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Damn it!! Did Noura get anything from the other guy? Ashkara they were flirting!</span>" Fajer asked<br />
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"I know!" said Faye "Bs la she didn't get anything mena" then she asked Fajoor "Feech temishy? 7ady meshtahya 3awar gulb"<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Ee yala lets go</span>!" Fajer was the girl who was up for anything!<br />
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Nezlaw el 9ala and they heard that there dad had guests over, so they tip-toed out from the back door.<br />
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Once they got the juice, Faye drove to the spot she last met Talal in. The same place she picked up HIS wedding card. "Fajoor, et9adgeen this place meant a lot to me awal. I used to come here ba3d el dawam and weep. Bes now, it means nothing, ma hamny, I grew ice cold towards him, is that weird?"<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Not at all!! Bel 3aks, it made you stronger</span>"<br />
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That place was the parking of a 7adeqa. A girl in white Range Rover pulled up next to them and got down. She had a bag in her hand.<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Look Faye! Its not your place anymore! Ashkara its a gift for her lova!</span>"<br />
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Faye looked at the girl who was slowly disappearing into the 7adeqa "I hope she doesn't get her heart broken"<br />
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Fajer totally ignored her sister "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Her track suit 7elo! We should definitely visit Juicy</span>!"<br />
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"Ee enru7 laish laa2" replied Faye<br />
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It was long until the girl came back and got into her car.<br />
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"Ohh yeah! Thats a nice track suit!" said Faye<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Wayed</span>" replied fajer, as the girl put her car in reverse and drove away. And that is when they both gasped!<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">IS THAT TALAL'S CAR</span>" shrieked Fajer!"<br />
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"OMBAY IT IS!!!" radat Faye 3alaiha covering her mouth<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Errrmm... what is he doing</span>?" Fajer turned to her sister who had began smiling<br />
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"Madry, but I will find out! Choufay Fajoor, ana banzil, he's not looking our way, you jump into the driver seat. Ra7 anzel, and if I run back to you, you will speed away! Kapish!?"<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Okaaaaaay bs akhaf esawi shay nafs what happened elyoum</span>" Fajer started biting her nails a bit hesitant of her crazy sisters idea<br />
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"Lat7ateen!" Faye got out of her car and Fajer jumped into the driver seat. 9ef6at gary so it would be easy for her to speed off.<br />
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Faye walked over to his car to the front window shield. She couldn't believe her eyes! He was making out with a young girl! She started laughing so hard, and then decided to knock on the hood of his car. This caught both of their attention, and then she ran as fast as she could into her car. Once in Fajer drove off as fast as she can. Faye looked back, the girl was in tears, and Talal was chasing their car.<br />
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Faye continued laughing hysterically,<br />
"waiiii3 waiiii3 waiii3" she said inbetweeeen her laughs.<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Shfeeech Faye! Sh9ar? What was he doing</span>!!" at this point Fajer was curious. Her sister was in tears from laughing so hard<br />
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"He was making out with this girl, miskeena shakelha 9ghera! He was so into it!" she breaks into laughters again "seems like he aint getting anything from his wife" and she continued laughing.<br />
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How are you guys finding the story?<br />
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-71239408839310494652012-05-16T04:42:00.000-07:002012-05-16T04:42:08.883-07:00Part Four: A Shorter Post<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>Part Four:</b><br />
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"Im going to pull my hair from all this work!" et7al6imat Nouf. That was typical Noor, tet7al6am over everything!<br />
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Faye pushed her chair to her desk "You3ana"<br />
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Nour lifted her head which was hidden under her hands "MESHTAHYA JOHNNY!!"<br />
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"Ga9ray 7isich! Omg! The whole floor heard you!"<br />
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Shaikha walked in to Noufs cubicle "Who said Johnny? Aby Johnny Rockets!"<br />
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"Shraykum netghada hnack today? Shaikha you have to tell us about your trip to Paris!" Faye was checking Instagram<br />
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"Awsomeness! Yala bagy half an hour! Enru7 the one in Avenues, a grab shay" suggested Shaikha<br />
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"Khala9 okay" they all nodded and went back to their cubicles.<br />
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Half an hour later all 3 girls got into their cars and drove off to Avenues. They chose to sit inside to avoid the blazing summer heat. They weren't exactly wanting to tan, they just wanted to eat. Little Faye know that Talal has followed her there. Little did she know that he has been waiting outside the company ever since she left to go to work that morning.<br />
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He had it, so he went into Johnny Rockets as well.<br />
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"Faye goumay bakalmich"<br />
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All three girls looked up. Faye was in shock!<br />
<br />
"The NERVE you have! Leave me ALONE!" she almost shrieked!<br />
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Shaikha and Nour were just as pissed. They both new the story of what happened between them very well.<br />
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"GOUMAY FAYE!! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!" Talal screamed. His face turned red. Beads of sweat have began to form in his forehead.<br />
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Faye looked at Noor, "So since el khe6ba tamat, me and Hamad are going to plan where to go for our honey moon"<br />
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This added to Talal's anger. He pulled Faye out of her chair, and pulled her into the bathroom and shoved her to the wall. He locked her between his arms. Nour and Shaikha went after them<br />
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"Hed'ha Talal! The damage you did was more than enough!! LEAVE HER ALONE!!" Nour screamed<br />
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Shaikha tried to pull him away from her, but he didn't budge. His figure was huge compared to her's. Nour was crying, Shaikha was scared to hell. But Faye .... Faye had a nasty smirk plastered on her face.<br />
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"You don't scare me" She said<br />
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Nour ran outside to the waiter and sobbed " There is this man, he's .. *she gasped for air between her tears* He took my friend".<br />
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The Flippinos rushed in and begged Talal to leave and threatened he would get into trouble, but he didn't hear thing. His eye was locked in Faye's, his anger disappeared inside of him, but it was still visible outside.<br />
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Suddenly, out of no where as he travelled into another world by staring at Faye's eyes, he was knocked out.<br />
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He hit the floor with a thud.<br />
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Faye looked up. Two men in dishadasha were standing there. One guy was rubbing his fist. "Sawalich shay?" he asked<br />
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"Laa" Faye replied back. She looked at Talal who was regaining his consciousness.<br />
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Nour jumped in, "Embala mesakha, ou talha ou wadaha" she started weeping again.<br />
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Faye pulled Nour and Shaikha out of the tiny corridor. Just as they walked out the door Faye hugged Nour "Shfeech yal khebla! Look at me Im fine!"<br />
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"3abaly be6igich!"she weeped some more<br />
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"Guess what, en6ag!" Faye looked at her best friend and smiled<br />
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Talal stumbled out of the restaurant. He didn't even look at them.<br />
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The two guys in the dishdasha walked ou the doors of the restroom and walked up to their table.<br />
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"Met2akda ma sawalich shay ekhty" the one who smacked Talal to the floor asked<br />
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"Eee ma9ar shay, ya36eeck el 3afya. Bs ma kan la da3y e9er chithy" Faye replied back<br />
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The other guy looked at Nour "Sawlich shay entay?"<br />
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"Laa" Nour replied back trying to wipe away her tears<br />
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"3ayal laish el dmou3?" he asked<br />
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"Bs ... Bs kent khayfa" radat 3alay while in her head she prayed her mascara wasn't smeared all over her face<br />
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"Can we place have water" he turned around to the waiters<br />
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"Mashkour" Nour replied back in her dala3 voice smiling a bit<br />
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"Derbalkum 3ala nafskum" the guy that smacked Talal to the floor told the girls and walked back to a table.<br />
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Im sorry I didn't colour the quotes, battery is 2%! Sorry! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-74070504656440263632012-05-15T05:37:00.004-07:002012-05-15T05:37:47.860-07:00Part Three: The Past Is Meant To Stay There<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>Part Three: </b><br />
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Sara and Ahmed were lying down in the living room watching Worlds Most Amazing Videos.<br />
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Their parents came down the stairs,<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Yah yah, shal zain! Chenkum tawkum makh6oubeen"</span> called Ahmed as he lifted himself from the sofa.<br />
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"El fal lek 7abeeby" replied his mom slightly blushing<br />
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"IM LOVING THE DRESS! SHAL KASHKHA!" screamed Sara<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Besmilah, tawne adry 3ndy a second brother</span>" Ahmed gave Sara a horrifying look<br />
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"Eskit enta" she got up threw a pillow on him and walked up to her parents "Hala yuba, ma salami 3alaick" she kissed the crown of his head<br />
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"Hala feech 7abebty, shloun el dawam"<br />
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"Its killing me but I'll make it through"<br />
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"Hathy bnayti!" "Yala derbalkum 3ala ru7kum" "Ma3a elsalama"<br />
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As their parents walked out the door their older Talal brother walked in.<br />
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"Hey 6alooly" Sara got up and sat down 3adel<br />
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"Hala feech, shlounich? Ou shlounik ent la salam wela kalam, e3younick ra7at went emjabel hal telephone"<br />
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Ahmed looked up "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Hala hala</span>"<br />
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"Shfeeh hatha" Talal turned to Sara<br />
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"Maybe he's talking to his girlfriend?" she replied with an evil smirk on her face<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Laa wain</span>" -Ahmed "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Bs Talal baghait as2lick, etkalem Faye lail7een?</span>"<br />
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Talals eyes grew "Ha la2, laish? shel6ary?"<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Ga3ed as2al. Sara 7abeebty 3ady etsawelena hot coco men eidich el 7elwa</span>?" Ahmed asked<br />
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"Gouly taboon etsolfoon, maykhalif asawelikum then baru7 dary" she got up and left the living<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Talal tekfa, gouly sh9ar lailat 3ersick, what happened between you and Faye?</span>" begged Ahmed. He wanted an answer, he wanted to know why Fajer couldn't even look into his eyes after being so close. She used to be his best friend.<br />
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"Ma 9ar shay" Talal looked away and gazed into the tv set<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">6alool, many qasheem, 6elabtick, gouly, sh9ar! Elyouum cheft Fajer, magedrat et7e6 3ainha eb 3ainy! Kent etkalem ekhit'ha, alah ykhaleek gouly sh9ar</span>!"<br />
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"Mara7 tefham" Talal was still gazing at the tv set<br />
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"Gouly ou fahmny"<br />
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And Talal started his story,<br />
"Remember the year el Faye ra7at Divonne ou Fajer stayed back bel Kuwait?"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Ee athkir</span>" replied Ahmed<br />
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"She bbm'ed me and told me to look at the pictures she uploaded on Facebook, ou 7are9at end mat3abath eb her account, since tardy i deactivated my account at that time, fa one thing led to another ou dashait her inbox, and I saw this message from Faye to Fajer. She said she missed this guy called Khalid and she wished he was here, they had amazing memories in France ou kharabee6 wayed. Sekat, ou famat lash makant tabeeny at3abath. Lama radat I knew something was different, so re7t 7ag oumy, geltlaha takh6ibly Maha. Lama kel shay tam, 3ezamt'ha 3al 3ers 3ashan a7rig gulbha methyl ma 7ergat gully thakel youm. Ou bs, hathy el qe9a..............."<br />
<br />
Talal hadn't given Ahmed a chance to say a word<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Ya3ny ma hadait'ha? Meno Khalid</span>?"<br />
<br />
"Khalid okhohum el etwafa gaabel chem sena" Talal replied back with his head in his hands.<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Oh god!</span>"<br />
<br />
"I thought kan 9a7ebha, madry .. madry lash sawait chithy. Matadry shkither meshtaglaha"<br />
<br />
Ahmed was shocked. He finally knew what what happened.<br />
<br />
He was pissed as his brother, but what would that do now, today, he already lost his best friend.<br />
<br />
He left the house and sat outside in the garden.<br />
<br />
Talal and Sara came out. "Shfeeeck" Sara asked knowing her brother very well<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Mafeny shay 7abeebty, deshay dakhel, mu 7elwa el yeran echoufoonich in your pjama shorts</span>"<br />
<br />
"7ather" she handed him his hot cup of cocoa and went in the house<br />
<br />
"Goum emsh weyay" Talal told Ahmed<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Wain</span>?"<br />
<br />
"Benru7 enchoufhum" Talal replied back<br />
<br />
Ahmed didn't think about it. He got into his brothers car and drove to where ever he was taking him. He wanted every chance he got to see Fajer again.<br />
<br />
They drove in silence all the way to Fajer and Fayes house. The parked next to a random house.<br />
<br />
"Chouf hal window" There was huge window that was lit they saw two figures. It was Fajer and Faye."Etha mayakroon el shatar, tegdar etchouf kelshay" Talal said with a tiny smile developing on his face<br />
<br />
After a while Talal broke the silence "Meshtaglaha"<br />
<br />
Ahmed didn't reply back. His phone rang, it was Sara calling. "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Shfeech</span>"<br />
<br />
"7aram 3alaikum emkhaleny bel bait ebru7y!"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Khara3teny Sara</span>!"<br />
<br />
"Sorry! Wain re7taw bayeey weyakum!"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Kana radeen bes re7na netmasha shway</span>"<br />
<br />
"Urgh fine yala!"<br />
<br />
<br />
Fast Forward To The Next Day<br />
<br />
Faye got ready for work. Nezlat salimat 3ala her parents and walked out with a cup of Orange Juice.<br />
<br />
"Faye" a voice called behind Fajers car.<br />
<br />
She peaked and saw a figure she knew very well.<br />
<br />
It was Talal. She threw her purse and got into the car. He didn't care for an explanation, she didn't care about him one bit.<br />
<br />
Wegaf behind her car. Talal wanted to explain himself.<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Really you poop head? This is how you wana play they game</span>?"<br />
<br />
Faye beeped until the driver and the cook came out.<br />
<br />
Nazelat el jama and called out "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Raju and Kumar, go call baba quickly! This man is standing here!!</span>"<br />
<br />
Raju ran to call Fajers dad while Kumar protected her "Roo7 rooo7 enta! Baba ejeee sawee 7ag enta waged mushkila! Roooo7" !<br />
<br />
Talal looked at Fajer who had an evil smile plastered on her face staring at him with her review mirror. He got into his car and drove off before her dad would come out.<br />
<br />
Faye called Fajer. "Alooo" she was still sleeping"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">GET UP! TALAL KAN TAWA 3END BAITNA!!</span>" Faye screamed into the phone<br />
<br />
"WHAT!" Faye screamed back "LAISH! SHSAWA!!"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">He just stood behind the car, well he called my name and I got into my car</span>" Faye explained to her sister<br />
<br />
"Wai3, ohwa ou okho have the same trick? How lame" Fajer went back to her drowsy voice<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Yeah! Sorry love for waking you up! I'll talk to you when I get home! Love you loads!</span>"<br />
<br />
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"Nighty love"<br />
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-13744974942690823482012-05-05T21:59:00.002-07:002012-05-05T22:01:21.013-07:00Part Two - She Disappeared<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>Part Two: </b><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>That night ....</i><br />
<br />
"Ahmed, Ahmeed!"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Na3am youma</span>?"<br />
<br />
"Ta3al el9ala eg3ad weyay shway"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">7ather kany</span>"<br />
<br />
Ahmed nezal ou ge3ad weya ouma. The front door opened.<br />
<br />
"Salam 3alaikum"<br />
<br />
Both Ahmed and his mom radaw el salam<br />
<br />
"Im exhausted! Why are there class this late!"<br />
<br />
"Ya36eech el 3afyah 7abeebty" Oum Ahmed said as she was sipping her coffee.<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">7ara, ana bes kan 3ndy class elyoum</span>"<br />
<br />
"Eskit enta la akfikhick bel jan6a"<br />
<br />
That was Ahmed sister, Sara. She was a year younger than him and they were very close!<br />
<br />
"Yala ana bagoum aghast wa9aly, ou please ana 6alba Burger King maykhalif lama eyobona etgoloon 7ag Marry et7e6a eb 9a7an ou etyeeba hney" Sara said as she got up<br />
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"Enshalah 7abeebty, yala 3ashan teg3ideen weyana shway gabel la aru7 atzahab"<br />
<br />
"Haw? Laish wain ray7a mama?"<br />
<br />
"Bent 3amat obouk 3azmatny ana ou obok 3al 3asha elyoum, kelish maly khelg bs obokum alah yhada"<br />
<br />
Sara laughed, "enjoy suwalifhum el maleeeqa!"<br />
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When Sara finished praying ou came down she found Ahmed sitting alone flipping through the channels.<br />
<br />
"Mama ra7at tetjahaz?"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Ee</span>"<br />
<br />
Sara noticed the burger king warpers in front of her brother<br />
<br />
"AHMED WAIN AKLY!!"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Kalaita</span>" he grinned at her!<br />
<br />
"WHAT! 7ARAM 3ALAIK! YOU3ANA WALAH YOU3ANA!! IVE BEEN BARA EL BAIT MEN EL 9EB7 OU MU MAKLA SHAY GHAIR GUM!"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Oulla oulla! Ehday ya mama atghashmar, kaho aklich! Madry wain Marry fa 7a6aitlich eya on a plate</span>"<br />
<br />
"Ohh.. ahh, thank you"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Sarrz, ta3aly ge3day bagoulich shay</span>"<br />
<br />
Sara got her tray from the dinning room table and sat next to her brother<br />
<br />
"Goul" she took a huge bite out of Whopper<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Chift Fajer elyoum</span>"<br />
<br />
Sara gasped she almost choked "THE Fajer?<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Ee...."</span><br />
<br />
"Where, what happened! DETAILS!"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Apperantly she enrolled at el jam3a, 7awalt akalimha bes when she looked up at me e3yoonha kanaw gharganeen eb dmou3</span>"<br />
<br />
"What why? She cried in front of everyone? Who was she hanging out with? That girl disappeared off the face of the planet!"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Laa laa yal khebla, kent 9af6 bel jam3a wela achouf Range yamy aswad ya9fe6. 3abaly Muneera bent 3amity Fatima, fa 6alait, lana it was exactly like her car ....bes then it was her</span>"<br />
<br />
"Ok, wenta shsawait"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Lafat wayeha ebser3a, makent adry etha she saw me wela 3abalha wa7ed ou ikhtar3at so I decided to wait for her after class</span>"<br />
<br />
"Thats when she saw you and cried?"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Eee, wegaft 3nd el sayara, ou ne6rt'ha .. Lama 6la3at ou chafatny nazelat ras'ha, ou when I called her she saw me ou her eyes were full of tears</span>"<br />
<br />
"Ahmed, thats super weird. You were best friends sh9ar ou gouley el 9ej"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Walah wela shay! There came a time I was busy with jam3a shway ou I stopped calling or bbm'ing. When I did she stopped picking up. Gelt yemkin emsafra, I sent a ton of messages, yes mes7atny men kelshay! Facebook, twitter, bbm</span>!"<br />
<br />
"Madry walah shagoulick. These fries are amazing!"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">3alaich bel 3afyah 7abeebty</span>"<br />
<br />
"E3afeeck! Bes why. I mean etha ma sawait shay why would she do that?"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Thats what I want to know" he paused and started day dreaming "She didn't look the same anymore. She was so calm, awal remember, she was always smiling and hyper</span>!"<br />
<br />
"People change.....I think, don't they?"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Bs she wasn't her self. She isn't who she was a year ago</span>"<br />
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Later that night Fajer was talking to X<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">Getlich university here wasn't so bad</span>!"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Hehehe, I guess..</span>"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">Ma cheftay a7ed et3arfena?</span>"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I did, I saw ..........</span>."<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">Na3aaaaaam? Enshalah</span>!" "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">7abeeebty fajoor, oboy ga3ed ynadeeny, akalmich ba3ad shway ok 7ayate</span>?"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Ok 7abeby, bye bye</span>"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">Bye 7abeebty</span>"<br />
<br />
Fajer threw herself on the bed and started repeating "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">ghabiya ghabiya ghabiya!! shnawya gala 3umry! i was so close</span>!"<br />
<br />
A knock on the door interrupted her ta7al6um<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Hey there gorgeous</span>!"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Fayee</span>!" Fajer ran and hugged her<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Hahaha, shfeech! Its like you haven't seen me in ages</span>!"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I just needed a hug</span>"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Aww! Enzain shrayich I get out of these heels a9aly ou neg3ad ensoulif</span>?"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Awsome! Tabeen hot chocolate</span>?"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Laaa 7arr, aby shay bariiid! ICE CREAM!</span>"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Alright I'll bring some up here gala ma you get ready</span>"<br />
<br />
Faye was Fajer's older sister. They weren't always this close, but over the last couple of years a couple of situations brought them together.<br />
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Fajer brought tubs of ice cream to her room, and found Faye already laying on her bed<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Spill about your day</span>!" Faye said as she hugged Ben&Jerry's Cookie Dough ice cream.<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I saw Ahmed</span>"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">WHAT? WHERE! DID HE TALK TO YOU!!?</span>"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">No, well yea, he called my name, bes shway dama3t when all the memories came back and he just let me go</span>"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Fajer! Walah en kalamty baz3al 3alaich! I'll take all my clothes back!</span>"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Don't worry I won't</span>"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">I HATE THEM! I HATE THEM! AFTER WHAT HIS OLDER BROTHER DID! HOW DARE HIM!</span>"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Bs Faye, I don't think he knew you were dating his brother, did he</span>?"<br />
<br />
"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Im sure he did! And that justifies it!</span>"<br />
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<br />
<i>1 Year Ago</i><br />
<br />
<i>*Talal Calling*</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"Hala 7abeebty" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Hala feeck</span>"</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"Shlounich? Shaklich 7ail ta3bana"</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">I am! I had 3 meetings elyoum ou el ka3ab el labseta kesar thahry</span>!"</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"Haha! Miskeena!" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">My toes are misakeen</span>" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"Enzain Fayoona, 3ers weld 3amy Talal 3ersa next weekend, bayiblich bo6aqa ok? Abeey achoufich metkashkkha" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">3ers! Wanasa! Ou esma Talal, el fal lena enshalah</span>" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"Eee ....."</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"Meet me bel Khaldiya 3ashan a36eech el bu6aqa, ou aku an extra 2 tickets etha tabeen etyebeen ay a7ed" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Khala9 okay</span>!" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Faye went to Khaldiya to the place they always met up at. Talal kissed her cheek. "Hathy el bu6aqa, etkhashikhay ma awa9eech" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Enshalah</span>" she giggled </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"Yala ana lazem arou7 el7een ahly 3azmeen nas 3al ghada" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Oh, cool then have fun</span>" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>She kissed his cheek and waved goodbye and drove off </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>The day of the wedding</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Yala Fajer ou Noor!</span>" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"WERE COMING GOD DAMMIT!" Noor and fajer yelled </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Noor was Fayes best friend. She made them go with her to the wedding</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>On the way to Salon Faye asked Fajer "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Fajoor, Ahmed ma galich shay 3an el 3ers?</span>" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">La walah, we haven't talked in a few weeks, I think he's busy with uni</span>" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Ohh coool. I can't wait to see my hubby all metkashekh and handsome</span>!" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Noor smacked Faye on the hand "wentay betkouneen a7la men el 3aroos"</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Faye started blushing, "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">goulay el fal 7agna! I don't know when he's going to talk to his mom!</span>" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"Hopefully soon after he see's you today!" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>FAST FORWARD TO THE WEDDING</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>The girls got up and danced to the songs they knew. The wedding was amazing. Everyone was dressed up elegantly. Fajer saw Sara men eb3eed greeting guests. She waved at her and asked her to come down and stand next to her. Fajer shook he head, esta7at she walks in front of so many people alone. </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>The DJ announced that the men are coming in. </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Since none of the girls are met7ajbeen they put on scarfs to put on their shoulders.</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>The lights were dimmed, the door opened. </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Faye was smiling from ear to ear, but it slowly began to fade away. </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Laish Talal labes wagef yam obo?</span>" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Laish Talal labes besht</span>?"</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Laish Talal wagef yam el 3aroos?</span>"</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">WHY DID HE JUST KISS HER</span>?" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">WHY IS HE HOLDING HER HAND?</span>!" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Faye was in a state of shock! Where is his cousin!? He was supposed to be holding the brides hand! He was supposed to be the groom!</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>She was supposed to be the bride!</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Faye sat with her hands covering her mouth. Her tears smeared her makeup. Black stains started forming on her dress. </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Her sister and best friend didn't know what to do themselves.</i><br />
<i>They sat there in shock as well. </i><br />
<i>They've been dating for 3 years. This was not possible!</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>When the men left, and all the pictures were taken Faye got up on her feet. She walked up to the kosha. The bride was in some confused. She saw a women with red eyes and smeared mascara approaching her. </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Mabrook 7abeebty, mabrook, you married a liar, a cheater, an asshole</span>!" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Wenta</span>" she turned to Talal "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Alah laywafgick enshalah. Is this how you treat 3 years of love?</span>" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>The bride was shocked "shsalfa" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Faye looked at her "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Up to the minute the door was open, the man holding your hand was my boyfriend, my future husband</span>" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Talal looked at Faye in the eye "Thelfay 3an wayhy, next time delete your Facebook messages. Khaly Khalid yenfi3ich" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Whatt</span>" Faye muttered</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>"I saw the message el dazaity 7ag ekhtich! You said you miss Khalid, you love him and always will, you wish he was here. love him all you want 7abeebty, this is the perfect revenge"</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Faye started crying and laughing at the same time "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">you idiot, your such an idiot. remember i told you i had an old brother who died in a car accident 5 years ago? his name was khalid, alah yer7ma, if he was here right now he would have tore your sorry ass into a million little pieces</span>" </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Talal was in shock. How could he have forgotten!! </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>Fajer and Noor pulled down Faye from the kosha and walked out. They spent all night comforting her. </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>What a shame, 3 years of love down the drain.</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>It was that day that Fajer deleted Ahmed off of every social network.</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>It was that day, that she saw her sister turn into someone else.</i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>It was from that day that both sisters lost their trust in everyone they once trusted. </i><br />
<i><br /></i><br />
<i>It was also that day that Faye made Fajer promise that she will never talk to Ahmed or Sara again. </i><br />
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-89026461476372561742012-05-04T23:57:00.003-07:002012-05-05T00:00:06.943-07:00Part One - Untitled.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is the new story I was talking about ..<br />
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I didn't get many "yes's" but I decided to go ahead and write the first part to the story and see how it goes!</div>
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She hugged her steering wheel. "Urgh, my tummy feels like a beehive" she muttered.</div>
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Fajer leaned back and watch crowds going in out the university doors. Everyone knew someone, except her. She regretted the day she decided to study in Kuwait. </div>
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She glanced at the watch, "bagi 25 minutes" she thought "ill just chill in the car" </div>
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Just then her phone vibrated. She forgot everything and smiled. </div>
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">7abeeeby</span>!" </div>
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Nervouss! I don't know anyone here. I wish I got accepted at your university</span>" </div>
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">Fudge, you'll be fine baby! Ekhtheeha meny</span>" </div>
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Everyones travelling in groups! Its so weir</span>d" </div>
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X giggles. "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">You'll be fine 7abeebty, and you'll meet new people, 9adgeny!</span>" </div>
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">Ma3alaina men el jam3a el7een, entay shlounich! Sorry 6awalt 3alaich ams, bs nas kanaw zayreen oboy ou el sha7an khala9</span>" </div>
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Don't worry x, shd3wa! Hows your dad doing</span>?" </div>
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">Fajer! Fajer! Sem3ay hal ghniya</span>!" </div>
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Fajer leaned back and listened to the song while reminsing on the day x deticated that song to her. She could help but smile.</div>
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In the middle of the song x said "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">7abeebty, ana we9alt el dawam, and I can't be late 3ndy quiz</span>" </div>
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Fajer giggled slightly "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Yala 7abeeby, I'll call you if I need saving! Good luck on your quiz, your going to kick butt</span>" </div>
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">Mashkoura 7abeebty</span>" x laughs "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">I hope I pass! If I don't the only butt I will be kicking is the Dr's!</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">Ou good luck on your first day! Everything will be fine ou ma3alaich men ay a7ed! Kapish? A7ebich fajoor</span>!" </div>
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Haha! Enshalah x, Amout feeck 7abeeby</span>" </div>
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They said their goodbyes and hung up. </div>
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Fajer looked back up at the clock "lail7een 15 minutes! let this day start so I can get it over with!" </div>
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She threw her phone on the passenger seat and started digging for her lipstick in her bag. When she found it she looked around to see if anyone was around. </div>
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She noticed the car on her left was still running. The person in the car she knew very well. Too well. </div>
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Her heart missed a couple of beats. He was staring right at her, not in an evil way, but in a Im-just-staring-at-you-way. </div>
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She looked the other way immediately. She grabbed her phone and started fiddling with it in hope that the person who was in the car next to her would be gone in a few minutes.</div>
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And to her luck, minutes later, she noticed the car turned off, and heard a door open and close.</div>
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Her heart held a party, she wanted to dance. That was scary, and unexpected.</div>
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She left her car 5 minutes before class. As she entered the building she felt eyes burning through her body. "Whats up with these people!" she thought. </div>
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Fajer leaves class and heads to her car as she whatsapp x that she leaving uni. She can finally go home. Two class were more than enough for her. </div>
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When she looked up she saw The guy! THE SAME GUY SHE SAW IN THE CAR NEXT TO HER. HE WAS LEANING ON HIS CAR! ON THE SIDE THAT WAS NEXT TO HER CARS DOOR! </div>
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Her heart wanted her to run and scream the other way, but her mind told her to walk past him and get in then speed off! </div>
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She kept her eyes glued to ground, ignored, and unlocked her car. </div>
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"Fajer, maykhalif"</div>
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She looked up at hime right before getting into her car. Her eyes were full of tears.</div>
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He didn't expect that. He scratched his forehead and mumbled "sorry". There was never a day that he thought he would see her cry. </div>
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He stood there as she put her car in reverse and sped off .. </div>
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"Laish Fajer?" he asked himself. "alah ye7fithich"</div>
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I think I want to start a new story ..............<br />
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I know its definitely been forever, ou 9ej ma asti7y gala wayne for coming here to ask for help, but but ... please help me :( if there are still any followers !<br />
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Well.......<br />
I need help for a gift for HIM<br />
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And I need things to be specific since I don't have anytime!<br />
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Im ok with everything! Either one big thing or several tiny things<br />
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The budget, MAKU! Anything!<br />
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And if your like "perfumes, watches ...." can you specify exactly what marka itha you know anything thats nice, or model number!<br />
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Im going nuts with this, and ill be happy to hear anything from anyone!!<br />
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AND ONE MORE THING!<br />
I need a bakery that can deliver and has the option for paying online!<br />
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THANK YOU SO MUCH IN ADVANCE (thats etha auk a7ed yesa3dny:p)<br />
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-10037294600973720072011-03-03T12:38:00.001-08:002011-03-03T12:41:53.972-08:00Im Alive and Well!HEEEEEEEEEY HEEEEEEEEEEEEY LOVEBUGS!<br />I was schocked lama i recieved an email men a blog. I FORGOT I HAD ONE!<br />WaayWaaay is very sorry my dedicated followers :c BUT I BLAME BLACKBERRY AND I IPHONE! Awal kent a7taj my laptop, now... hehehe, I barely use it ela etha aby achouf shows online. I suck, I know.<br /><br />SO SHLOUN EVERYONE? :O<br />Weh menziman 3ankum 7abayby :p ..<br />Wala 3ad I miss you guys :(<br /><br />Laa laaa<br />I WILL FINISH OFF MY STORY! AND THAT IS A PROMISE! Yesssiiiiiiiiir! :p<br />Bs bachouf how many people are actually still checking :/ etha mu wayed, weh :p .. 6af ..<br />Bs etha aku a lot of people, wala enshala i will post something new sooooooooooooooooon!<br /><br />Love,<br />WaayWaaayUnknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-34674980292603075322010-08-16T05:04:00.000-07:002010-08-16T05:12:50.536-07:00Adawir rabi3!:pYou guys I really need your help!<br />But I cant just write it out here because I know some of the people who are following my blog. I like know them personally, and stuff, so Im pissed! My blog used to be the place where I can 6ali3 7arity, reach out for help, and like say whatever I want lana Im anonymous ou theres no one to judge ou ba6eekh .. <em>Not anymore</em><br /><br />I duno. I do trust the people that I told them about my blog, I wouldnt have said anything if didnt trust them. Bes Im just the type of person that keeps EVERYTHING to herself, and when I do actualy need help, I pretend that Im asking help for someone else.<br /><br />That sucks, you should see how many drafts I have ! Some go to the story, that I have to finish off sometime very soon, bes it keeps on relating to me, so I keep on changing ou editing, so yeah ...<br /><br />El muhim shaswi ba3ad,<br />OH OH.<br />EMBARRAAAAAAAAK 3ALAIKUM EL SHAHAR!<br />How're ya'll 9ooming? :p<br />What are the mosalsalat that youre following?<br />Shaku maku :p .. How'd you spend your summers? Ouu .. Whose ready to go back to schoool!?;D<br />I start university this year! Im scared! And I still dont know if Im staying here for uni wala baraaa ..! Argh, nerve wrecking walah!<br /><br />Enough of that:p ..<br />Soulfaw:p?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-89570457099998859582010-07-27T07:06:00.000-07:002010-07-27T08:04:01.880-07:00Prt. 30<strong>How's everybod-aaay jamming up their summer holiday?;*</strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Okay so bloggers help me out, <em>SHFEEEEEEH THIS WEBSITE:@!!</em><br />Wallaaah I typed out this whole post menzimaan, and ive just trying to post anything! Bs may9er kela yi6la3ly error!;/<br />Ou jarabt from every computer! Is it only my account!:/<br /><em>PLUS HALFF THE GOD DAMN POST IS GONNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!;@!!!!!!!</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I am</span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>A</strong>.N.<strong>G.</strong>R.</span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Y</span>.</strong><br /><br /><br />Oh oh oh! something else!<br />Im sure everybody knows the blog "<span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Touch My Soul With Passion</strong></span>", if you dont, visit it <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>now</strong></span>, dont even bother reading my blog, go straight to her blog. You'll fall in love 3ala 6oul!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">What else, eee .. if this doesnt post barga3 rasy on the side of the wall until my brain yi6la3 men my nose:p<br /></span>--------------------<br />The next couple of days went by fast. The girls stalked Fara7 day and night, playing pranks on her, and only to find out that her mother, was just as bad as she is.<br /><br />It was nooon, and it was the last day for the girls in the chalet. The break was over, and they would have to go back to school. All hte girls have packed up their stuff and the 7aris was taking out their bags putting them in the car.<br /><br />The girls took this chance to leave a lil early so that they dont have to say goodbye to the guys.<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6600;">I never wanted this holiday to end</span></em>!" Reem walked around the living room.<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Yeah, it was the worst but best holiday ever</span></em>"<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#666666;">We'd know why</span></em>!" Fayona smirked.<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Lets go stalk fara7 one last time</span></em>" Reemo suggested. In an instance all the girls faces lit up. We just enjoyed watching her fall right into our traps. Evil? Yes .. But whatever:p<br /><br />We got to Fara7's chalet only to hear screams escaping the open windows.<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#993300;">RA7 TILBISEENA YA3NY IB TILBISEENA</span></em>!"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Youma la3at chabdy wana ga6a nafsy 3alaihum wana em6al3a 5alajeeny</em>!</span>"<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#993300;">Far7o entay ebgara! Hatha qany! Etha yin9ad ma3ach qa9ban 3alaich yitzawajich o et5ayilay shlon tigdiren et3eshen! wala tabeeen it3eshen 6ol 3omrich faqera?</span></em>"<br /><br />All the girls were too horrified to move an inch. We slowly peaked into the window just as we thought the whole convo was over.<br /><br />Fara7 was hugging a bright pink pillow and sobbing. Her mother was in a yellow bikini which was brighter than the sun as she was poofing up her bleached blonde hair in the mirror.<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Yuma 3aib wala 3aib el ga3den ensawy! 7aram! El floooos mo kelshay eb hal dinya</span></em>!"<br /><br />Her mother got up and pulled her daughters hair. "Ra7 itsaween ely agoulich 3alay, ra7 tilbiseen el ana a36eech iya, ou feeech 5air far7o it5arbeen 3alay, wala la awadeech wara el shams" her mother hissed. Then out of no where she smacked her.<br /><br />Fara7 ran upstairs, while her mother went back to the mirror. Minutes later two men came to chalet door in only their swimming trunks.<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#666666;">Yallaah ya ba3ad 3omri, 5an roo7 ..</span></em> " one man said.<br /><br />The mother got up, and went with them in her bright yellow bikini and nothing else.<br /><br />We ducked and hid behind the cars as the 2 men and fara7s mother went walking ..<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">We should go to fara7</span></em> .. "<br /><br />I didnt even bother for an answer from the girls. Her mother has left the door open a little bit, so i just walked in. I went upsatirs, and then the girls followed me "<em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Nadia if we get caught, were going to get killed</span></em>"<br /><br />The sound of Fara7's sobs lead us to her room.<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Wha-what are u doing here</span></em>?"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-3811721359043798062010-06-29T07:11:00.000-07:002010-06-29T07:15:49.981-07:00ContinueingIM <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">NOT</span></strong> GONA STOP POSTING!;p ..<br />Bss.. Give me a few days. Im in a weird state of mind right now, so many things are happening. People are expecting things from me, waiting for replies, and bleh .. Im in the middle of no where with no one. Just me and myself. Ou I dont know if I should ask from help just yet, I wana sort things out alone.<br /><strong>Drama.</strong><em>Drama</em>.<strong>Drama.</strong><em>Drama - </em>I aint a fan of it.<br />Anyho, promise give me a couple of days :p<br /><br />Ou mashkoreeen 3al zaff with the comments:p<br />I love ya'll .. WaayWaaaaaay!;*Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-22211131277142783872010-06-23T05:15:00.000-07:002010-06-23T05:58:43.892-07:00(Prt. 29)<span style="font-size:78%;">Im posting just about every day, ou i know my posts arnt long bes chena only two or three people are actually reading or following the blog .. so madry, I might just stop writing?</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Madry, nothings for sure .. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Anyway heres a little post ..</span><br /><br /><br /><strong><em>----------</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Khalid</em></strong><br /><strong><em>----------</em></strong><br />Nadia broke away from my embrace with a smirk on her face, which slowly disappereed. He eyes were round, shocked, and in horror. Three O's have formed on her face, and well here eyes they were the size of the full moon that was in the sky tonight.<br />But she wasnt looking at me, she was looking out the window.<br />" <em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Kha-khaliiid</span></em>" she pointed holding onto my hand tightly.<br />I turned around and there was 6alal standing next to my window boiling in anger. He hit the side of the door and went back to his car.<br />" <em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Khalid you have to do something, akhaf egoul 7ag a7ed!</span></em>!"<br />" <em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Lat5afeen</span></em> "<br /><br /><strong><em>----------</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Nadia</em></strong><br /><strong><em>----------</em></strong><br />Khalid turned on the car and followed 6alal who was speeeding like crazy! 6alal turned and parked his car inbetween our chalet and the guys chalet.<br /> I jumped out of the car .. and so did he. He furiously walked up to me<br /><br />" <em><span style="color:#3366ff;">IS THIS WHO YOU ARE? A SLUT</span></em>? " 6alal screamed from the top of his lungs which broke the nights peace.<br />" <span style="color:#33cc00;"><em>THAMIN KALAMIIIIIIIIK 6ALAL MALA DA3Y HAL 7ACHY</em></span> "<br />" <em><span style="color:#ff6666;">6alal i dont get you! you have the right to have a slutty girlfriend but i have to wait until you come back to me? NO! AND ITS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU</span></em> !"<br />" <span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>I feel sorry for you. You used to be such an innocent girl, look at you, your a filthy bitch, obooch ma 3iraf shloon erabeech 3adel, o oumich ma tadre 3anich, lo tadre sh9aar chan intay il7een hahaaaaay</em></span>"<br /><br /><strong><em>--------</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Khalid</em></strong><br /><strong><em>--------</em></strong><br />Eyd nadia bidat tarjif, her knees buckled as she fell to ground, crying silently<br /><br />It was just then, when i uncounciously ran to 6alal and punched him.<br /><br /><strong><em>----------</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Reeem</em></strong><br /><strong><em>----------</em></strong><br />" <em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Guys tismi3ooon 9rakh</span></em>?" i asked the girls<br />We all ran out to outside to find Nadia sobbing on the floor, and Khalid on 6alal punching his guts out while 6alal tried to block his face with his hands.<br /><br />Out of no where Fara7 popped out<br />" <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ombaaaaaaaih 7abeby! 7abeby! ombaih! khalid yabeeeeee yithb7a!</span></em> "<br />Her shreaks caused the guys in the chalet to come out running. I pushed her to the wall and slapped her.<br />" <em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Your worthless flesh and bones taking up resources. Ever since you came here you've brought nothing but bad luck</span></em>"<br />And she froze just where I left her.<br /><br />The guys finally broke up 6alal o khalid.<br />" <em><span style="color:#666666;">5ara fekum! Shfekum chenkum yahal titkafi5on</span></em>!" some guy yelled at them<br /><br />6alal spit blood and looked at our direction. " <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Wainheey?</span></em> "<br /><br />" <span style="color:#33cc00;"><em>Malik sheql feha! O yawailik itha grabt yamha</em></span> " Khalid shot back at him while a few guys held him back.<br /><br />Nadia got the courage and strenght to get up. " <em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Is that what your really think of me</span></em>?"<br />6alal looked at her " <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Eee</span></em> " 6alal answered wuhwa 3afis wayha. With blood covering half his face, Nadia slapped him.<br /><br />" <em><span style="color:#ff6666;">I thought you had dignity, but you have none. Remember next time before you open up the dirty mouth of yours that I know everything about your life. EVERYTHING. So dont you dare call me anything</span></em>. "<br /><br />" <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">7abeeeeeeeeby</span></em>!" Fara7 screamed and she hugged him. ' <em><span style="color:#990000;">Matjeeseena intay fahma way ewii</span></em> "<br />Fara7 then took off her shirt and started wiping off the bloood off of 6alal's face. She was in her bra, and really right short shorts.<br /><br />" <em><span style="color:#666666;">Chena i just threw up a little ib 7aljy</span></em> " yousif called out.<br /><br />" <em><span style="color:#666666;">Staqfirilah lo jesim 3dl chan 5zyna, bs la jisim wala wayh methil il awadim! Allaah yastir 3alaich wala</span></em> " someone other guy said.<br /><br />" <em><span style="color:#990000;">Way 6alooooooly hathola kela my7iboni chofhum o tadre hathe shsawat</span></em>" she said pointing at Reem. " <em><span style="color:#990000;">Talat sh3re o 6akatne 6rag o shatatny o sabatne! 6alal kalihum</span></em> "<br /><br />She then pouted infront of him, and moved in and kissed him. 6alal shoved her away. " <em><span style="color:#990000;">Shd3wa 7abebe tisty7e jidamhum! Awal kint kela itbousnee o tadre b3ad sheno .. Laish itqyrt 3alay 7ayati?</span></em> "<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;"> Oh so you kissed before</span></em>? " Nadia asked<br /><br />" <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">EKLAY TIBIN FARA7 LA ATHBI7ICH IL7YN</span></em> "<br /><br />Nadia laughed and walked away ..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-22445082855810187492010-06-21T03:40:00.000-07:002010-06-21T05:20:08.609-07:00Challange Me (Prt.28)<strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Short post </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Bs dedications go out to J327!;*! & L!;* thank you wayid!! It helped, a lot wala! </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em>--------</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Nadia</em></strong><br /><strong><em>---------</em></strong><br />I froze for a couple of minutes in shock trying to comprehend what the hell just happened! I grabbed my wallet, my blackberry and went downstairs to find everyone awake. Reem covered her mouth with her blanket, the other girls ran up to me, but didnt say a word.<br />I didnt bother looking for Khalid, and I just headed out.<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Chandraa</span></em>!" I screamed on the top my lungs<br />"<em><span style="color:#666666;">Yes ma'am</span></em>?" he scurried out of his room<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Take me to Sultan and then McDonalds</span></em>"<br />I jumped into the car, plugged in my iPod, and let him drive. I stopped my tears from rolling down my cheeecks but I couldnt stop them from filling up my eyes.<br />I got down in sultan and just walked, and walked with no specific thing to do. I dialled Chandra's # "<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Chandra do you want anything from here</span></em>?"<br />"<em><span style="color:#666666;">No ma'am thank you i buy all i want already</span></em>"<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Okay bring the car, I didnt find what I wanted</span></em>"<br /><br />I got into the car "<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Chandra, go back to the chalet, and i'll drive the car</span></em>"<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#999999;">No madam nadia, no no i not let you, you not know how to drive, you angry and crying no madam sorry i not give you keys! i take you here there anywhere but you no driving</span></em>"<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Ass</span></em>" i whispered to myself hoping he wouldnt hear me. "<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Take me back to the chalet, ill walk to where ever i want to go</span></em>"<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#666666;">ok madam</span></em>"<br /><br />I stopped jidam the chalet and started walking next to the water. The water was cold as it they hit my feeet. I looked at my watch and it was 3:00. Shit, time passed by fast. I sat in a somewhat shaded area and just started to think about everything until it got dark.<br /><br /><strong><em>----------</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Khalid</em></strong><br /><strong><em>----------</em></strong><br />I drove and spotted Nadia sitting on the sand. I parked the car, and watched her stare at the waves crashing.<br />I was so close to her, but she didnt even notice me. I heard her sniffle, and talk to her self. It got dark. When she finally got up, she turned around with visible trail tears on here face. She was shocked to see me sitting there behind her, just a few weeks away.<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Kh-khalidd</span></em>" she burst into tears and jumped inbetween my arms. "<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Im sorry, I really am</span>!!</em>"<br /><br />O couldnt say anything, ma gidart agoul shay, there was a lump in my throat. I rubbed her back slowly and every once in awhile i wiped away her tears.<br /><br />After a while it got dark, the street lights had turned on.<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Nadia, its time to go back, I'll drive you back</span></em>"<br /><br />She held my hand, and held her close to my side. Fita7tlaha il bab and she got in. She started at me when I got in. I leaned my head on the steering wheel "<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Nadia, I love you, you get the 9a7</span></em>?"<br /><br />She nodded "<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">I love you too Khalid, I love you</span></em>"<br /><br /><strong><em>---------</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Nadia</em></strong><br /><strong><em>---------</em></strong><br />I told him i loved him. ka i let it all out! it felt good. A smile formed on both our faces, and I couldnt help but giggle.<br /><br />Khalid came leaned over to the passenger seat, looked into my eyes, and kissed me. It was a short peck on the lips, that sent vibes all over my body. He pulled himself away, looking for approval. "<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Im sorry</span></em>" he mummbled.<br />This time, I pulled him close to me, and leaned over to kiss him. I didnt even know how too i just went for it. I placedmy hand on the back of his neck and started playing with his hair.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-74609366650182218692010-06-20T02:56:00.000-07:002010-06-20T04:17:42.001-07:00(Prt.27)<span style="font-size:85%;">Short post adry!:p .. Bs 3ad im trying to post everyday!:p </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Bs my homies, aby your help eb shaqla answer this</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"<strong>If you saw your abusive ex-boyfriend in a mall, what would you do</strong>?"<br />Your ex is: <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">*</span></strong>Crazy. <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">*</span></strong>He wouldnt let you go, you had change everything so he wouldnt get a hold of you. <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">*</span></strong>He threatens you all the time. <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">*</span></strong>He knows where you live and he doesnt mind coming over and ringing the bell asking for you?</span><br /></span><strong>--------</strong><br /><strong><em>Khalid</em></strong><br /><strong><em>--------</em></strong><br />We moved into the kitchen as we prepared some breakfast.<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Mishtahya pankcakes with syrup!! Mmmm .. oh oh with blueberries, whipped cream .. allaah</span></em>!"<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Allah, bs chenich ti7limeen</span></em>?"<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Ana a7lim, pfsh, watch me make the best blueberry pancakes you'll ever life</span></em>!"<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Yala, inchouf ..</span></em> "<br />She hummed as she shifted from place to place to make pancakes. Nadias beggning to be my everything...Whats going to happen next<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Nadia</span></em>"<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Hey</span></em>" she turned around and smiled.<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Um nvm, it smells good</span></em>"<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Told ya</span></em>!" she giggled "<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Thooooga</span></em>!"<br />She came close up to me, with a plate that had a pancake on it with whipped cream, and top of that, there were a few fresh berries on top of it.<br />I toook the plate from her and she waited as i dug the fork into it and ate slowly.<br /><br />She waited a minute until she lost it o Ga6at il fo6a 3alai "<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">YALA! TELL ME HOW WAS IT! SHENO BAN6IR UNTIL U DIGEST IT YA3NY</span></em>!"<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Nadia men 9ijich? .. these pancakes are ...</span></em> "<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Your joking! Ombay! I might have put in something wrong, aw too much of something!</span></em>!"<br />Khathat il plate meny, and the fork that was in my hand, she took a bite of the pancake ..<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">You ass, these are amazing, okay</span></em>!"<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Adry</span></em>" I answered goooofily ..<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">3ayal laish itgol they were horrible</span></em>!" she pouted and stomped across the kitchen "<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Mara7 takil anymore .. </span></em>"<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Ana gilt they were horrible ! ANA! Nadoooooy! Ma khaliteeny akamil my sentance wala you flip out shasawy ya3ny</span></em>!"<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">You could have talked faster ya3ne .. </span></em>"<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Inzain ana asef .. bs maykhalif t36eny il 9a7an, you3an</span></em>"<br />Those were the greatest pancakes anyone could ever eat ..<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Ermmm, nope</span></em>!"<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Afa</span></em> " and I pretended to head out of the kitchen<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Laaaa la hak kisart kha6ry .. o stay with me</span></em>"<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Inshala</span></em>"<br />I felt like a kid in the park, eating ice cream and watching people pass by.<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Whats taking you so long</span></em>"<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Um Im making pancakes for everyone..wasnt i suppsed too</span></em>? <em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Plus this is the last pancake</span></em>"<br />I smiled at her generosity ..<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">No you werent 7abeebty ..</span></em> "<br /><br />-------------<br />Nadia<br />-------------<br />I froze once again as that word escaped his lips .. I stared at the pancake for while, only to notice that Ive burned it.<br />I turned off the oven without saying a word. "7abeeebty" was such an easy word to say, spread around like candy during garge3an. What a silly word that many fall for, what a silly word that causes tremendous pain. A word i hate from the bottom of my heart, but its a word that I crave to hear. How can one word make your body tingle, and force a smile up your face no matter how upset, or mad you were. 7abeebty is a word that causes us to sin, and betray our familes right under gods eyes. That word, that god damn word, can kill a soul. Whats its true meaning, whats its true feeling? Why would he say it if he didnt mean it!?<br /><br /><strong><em>---------------</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Khalid </em></strong><br /><strong><em>---------------</em></strong><br />YA 7MAR KHALID ISHGLT INTA?<br />She was sent passed the planets, and out of the Milki Way in thought. And it wasnt in a good way.<br />Shagoool 3ashan a5aleeha tinsa?<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Um Nadia itha ib tig3ideeen itzayneen kel pancake mara7 itkhal9een lay bacher</span></em>"<br />I had her attention when I called out her name.<br />She didnt smile, she didnt even look at me "<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">I wont. Ra7 a7i6 il cream, syrup and fresh berries 3al 6wla .. il yabe e7i6la</span></em>"<br />She put everything on a tray that must have weighed as twice as she did.<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Khalny as3dich</span></em>"<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">I got it</span></em>" she shot back and she actually carried it.<br /><br />Shd3wa kel hatha 3shan kilmat 7abeebty?<br /><br />I followed her to the table in the living room as though it was an obstacle course m3a il rabi3 naymeen 3al arth<br /><br />Misakt-ha min eeedha o I took her to the second floor, and she was in complete shock.<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Hidny</span></em>!"<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Mane hadich lay tismi3een shno 3indy aogula!</span></em>"<br />She stopped trying to break through looked deeep into my eyes and hissed "<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Your turning into another 6alal</span></em>"<br />Those 5 words bitch slapped me. I let go of her arm, "<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Ma gelt kilmat 7abeebty ela lana kanat 6al3a men galb. Your so paranoid nadia! YOU WONT LET ANYONE IN! OBOOCH O RA7! 6ALAL'S GONE! GOULEEEELY GA9ART MA3ACH? I DONT THINK SO I BBM YOU ALL THE TIME 3ASHAN AT6AMAN 3ALAICH BES INTAY KELA 7GRATNE! HOW THE HELL TABENY I PROVE TO YOU I LOVE YOU? BECAUSE IVE TRIED DOING IT IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE, MAYBE ITS TIME YOU BECOME HONEST WITH YOURSELF AND STOP BELIEVING YOUR OWN LIES! Getting hurt is part of life, and guess what Nadia, the world doesnt revolve around you, and you arnt the only one who lost a father, and caught your boyfriend with a hoe .. Get over it"</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></em><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I was screaming on the top of my lungs. I turned around and headed down stairs.</span><br />They were all awake. They stared at me ... So I grabbed my phone and keys thenheaded out. I didnt bother going back to the chalet so I jumped into the car and drove. I drove for hours and I didnt even know where I was planning to head.<br />My phone was viberating furiously so I threw it in the back seat, cranckeed up the music, and sang along.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-22545010085041877482010-06-18T01:56:00.000-07:002010-06-18T02:23:59.330-07:00I Call The Shots (Prt.26)<em>This is a short post, bes I guess I'll have to kick it off from here .. </em><br /><em>Oh and its dedicated to the guy who read my post in 2 days :p ..</em><br />-----------<br /><strong>Nadia</strong><br />----------<br />I woke up with the sounds of clicking. It still dark but it was obvious that the suns rays were starting to stretch out.<br />I looked up and there was Khalid typing on his Blackberry. I jumped from the position I was in.<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;"><em>Shfeeech</em></span>!" Khalid said a bit scared from the way I jumped up<br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;"><em>No no mafeny shay! I just lost, nimt 9a7</em></span>?" He smirked at me and pinched my cheecks nodding.<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">That sucks, iff .. zain laish ma nimt? Shnawy itsawy exactly itwa9il</span></em>?"<br />He put his Blackberry on the table "<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Khift anam wagoum ou kel ely 9ar kan 7ilm</span></em>" Khalid said staring on the floor.<br /><strong>-------</strong><br /><strong>Khalid</strong><br /><strong>--------</strong><br />Shit, ana shglt? .. I looked into her eyes, she was a bit confused, bas she smiled.<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">You wanted to stay up 3shan ma e9eer shay, so I just continued it 7agich</span></em>"<br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;"><em>Huh</em></span>?"<br />I laughed at her, "<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Go wash up, choufay kishitich</span></em>!"<br /><br />Scared, Nadia grabbed the blankey and covered her head with it the way yilbisoon 3abaya and ran upstairs.<br /><br /><strong>-------</strong><br /><strong>Nadia</strong><br /><strong>-------</strong><br />I jumped into the shower and took a long relaxing warm shower. I brushed my teeth, and put on a white tee with shorts.<br />When I came out of the shower, the sun was out, bs Khalid was still wide awake. He was out on the balcony.<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Khalid</span></em>" I said as I opened the sliding door. "<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">What are you doing out here..Ma nimt</span></em>?"<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">La mafeny noum</span></em>!" He said with a smile, and hugged me.<br />We stood there for a while quiet, just looking at the birds flying and the waves rolling in and out. He seemed to be deep in thought, and I didnt want to disturb, but it was a terribly hot day. He had leaned on the table hugging me close to his body, as he rested his chin on my head.<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Ummm, Khalid</span></em>" La sar7aan hal walad.<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">KHALOOOOD</span></em>!"<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Ha e yes, akeed</span></em>"<br />Haha, I can mess with his brain<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">So you do</span></em>?" I asked<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Ummm, yes</span></em>?"<br />"<em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Bs why Khalid! Why</span></em>?"<br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Nadia, wala im sorry bes i have no idea what your talking about</span>!</em>"<br /><br />I burst out into laughter, "<span style="color:#ff6666;"><em>Im kidding, ma gilt shay</em>..<em>bs knt bayaninik</em></span><span style="color:#000000;">!"</span><br />He gave me the -_- face. ' <span style="color:#ff6666;">Sorry</span>!'<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Dont be, yala lets go eat yo3aaaaaaaaaaan o 9ara7a khist bil 7ar</span></em>!"<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-32783113089401269092010-05-31T05:07:00.000-07:002010-05-31T05:11:13.477-07:00barkoooooliii!!!!!!!!BARKAW 7AG WAAAAYWAAAAAAAAY!<br />CUZ WAAAAYWAAAAAAAY ITKHARIJAT!<br /><br />NO MORE SCHOOL EVER AGAAAAAIN<br />AYWAAAH!;D!!!!!<br /><br />To all the young readers: 6i7saw!:p<br />To All The 2010 Graduates: MABROOK! faaaaakkaaaaaaaaaah! ra7aaaaaaaaah!<br />7ag El Ga3deeen Yakhtoon Their Finals: GOOOOOOOOD LUCK!;*Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-22586061031132801962010-05-13T09:59:00.000-07:002010-05-13T10:02:28.634-07:00Meno Yaby E6igny!;$ANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!:p<br />I Know 7ady A Horrible Bloggger! Bs Blame TWITTERRRR!<br />Yes, YES! Twitter Is Evil!;o<br />It has taken over my bloging!<br /><br /><br />Ana Asfa:(<br />Bs Shasawi!<br />Wallaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!;'(<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'll Post, Sooon<br />3gub Ma Akhaliii9 Finals Hal Sbou3 Ou Enshallaah I'll Update You 3ala Shbaaar!;;)<br /><br /><br />A7ibkum?:pUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805156441670485893.post-31590886894965262072010-04-07T03:04:00.000-07:002010-04-09T02:06:32.412-07:00I'll Be Your Soldier (Prt. 25)<strong>Previously</strong><br /><em>He put his hand over my shoulder, and pushed me to lean on him. After countless tries, of him not trying to get me to lean on him, he leaned on me.</em><br />----------------------<br /><br />The movie ended, and it wasnt until then that we heard a few snores.<br />I looked at Khalid and chuckled.<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">Latith7ikeen tara ham ana I snore</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">Heheh</span>" I laughed covering my mouth. "<span style="color:#ff6666;">Enzain are you wake up the guys 3ashan eridoon el chalet wala sheno exactly?</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">Madry kaifich</span>" He looked at me in the eye still holding me close to his body.<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">7araaaam theyre sleeping so peacefully, except for the ones snoring ..</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">Okay, can you let me go 3ashan I get them blankets? And we have to move Reem, Yousif is too close to her</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">Bahdidich bs 3ala shar6</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">La wala khalid! men muta you have shroo6</span>!"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">Men el7eeen</span>"<br /><br />We whispering,to each other ..<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">Spill</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">Khallaa9 wala shay, where are the extra blankets</span>?" he said, even though a smile was forming on the tips of his lips.<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">Follow me</span>" I said as he FINALLY let me go. Even though I didnt want him to let go, I was comftrable in the position. I inhaled his scent, a mixture of cigerettes and after shave, and D&G Light Blue put together for one last time and made our way upstairs.<br /><br />I went into my room and turned on the lights<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">NADIA</span>!" he hissed angerly.<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">Shfeeeek</span>!"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">E3youni! A777! Remember we were in the dark, then lights, a77 my eyes</span>!"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">Hehe, Im sorry</span>!" I went back to him, as he stood at the door rubbing his eyes..<br />I noticed they were red, ashkara emqa9ib ru7a ena he stays up ma3ay..<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">Khaliiid..</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">Yess..</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">Why are you forcing yourself to stay up</span>?"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">Me? Shaku men gal, mafeny noum</span>"<br /><br />And just then he yawned ..<br /><br />I burst into laughing, bs he covered my mouth. "<span style="color:#33cc00;">Shh Nadia ra7 etgawmeenhum</span>!"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">Sorry</span>" I said biting my lip and trying to hold in my giggles..<br /><br />We carried blankets and pillows downstairs, ou ga3dna enla7ifhum. We made sure than no guys was anywhere close to a girl, and if they were we woke them up ..<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">Reem, babes goumay</span>" I whispered<br /><br />"Hey shfeech" She said with one eye open.<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">Ta3alay namay 3adel, your sleeping on yousifs chest</span>"<br /><br />"Okay"<br /><br />I dont think esaw3ibat what I said, cuz I was sure she would have flipped out! I put her a pillow, ou la7ft-ha. In seconds, she was back sound asleep.<br /><br /><br />3gub ma khala9na, we turned off the TV. We took one look at all our friends, sleeping peacefully. Khalid Had his arm over my shoulder.. "<span style="color:#ff6666;">Theyre all so cute 9a7</span>" I said. "<span style="color:#33cc00;">Eeeh</span>" He replied. Then we made our way to the kitchen.<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">Khalid, ru7 nam, Im gona make myself coffeee and stay up. I know your cousins ou friends seem nice, bs lail7een akhaf yi9eer ayshay.. so ana bag3ad, enta ru7 nam, etha taby you can go upstairs and sleep or bel 9ala etha you wana join the group..</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">I wana join you</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">Erm no</span>?"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">Erm yes, if your staying up then so am I</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">Fine, we'll see who'll manage to stay up the longest</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">Are you daring me wala sheno bel thab6</span>" he said helping me get a mug men the top shelf.<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">You can say that</span>!" I said "<span style="color:#ff6666;">Would you like some</span>?"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">Akeed etha eb tishribeen gahwa to stay up, ham ana bashrab ou benchouf meno beynam awal shay</span>"<br /><br /><br />Even though I was tired, I was gona make sure ena I stayed up. I felt responsible for all my friends, ou I would hurt anyone who dares come by them ..<br /><br />Khalid and I sat back into the living room and sat onto the side sofa which allowed you to look out onto the ba7ar, ou at the same time ga3da in which was occupied by our friends.<br /><br />Khalid pulled me next to him, back into his arms, and dug me into his chest.<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">KHALID RA7 YENKAT 3ALAIK</span>!" I whispered angerly "<span style="color:#ff6666;">Its hot you know</span>!"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">3ayal give it to me</span>!" he took it and put it on the coffee table that was next to him.<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">Nadia</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">Hmmm</span>"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">Bagoulich qe9a 3ady</span>?"<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">I LOVE BEDTIME STORIES, even though it doesnt seem like I have a choice, But Im cold, and your hugging me too tight, I cant breathe</span>"<br /><br />He got up and went to the table in which we left the extra blankets and came back with an extra pillow.<br /><br />"<span style="color:#33cc00;">Haach 7ayati</span>"<br /><br />7ayati? Did I just hear him say 7ayati? My heart skipped a beat didnt it? Or was it more than one beat? Shagoul?<br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff6666;">Its Nadia</span>.." STUPID STUPID NADIA! I thought! I wanted to bang my head on any of those windows. He said it in a way that made my body tingle. Ohh how I craved from that feeling. Deep inside, my soul for the first time in a while was beaming in joy, my insides were dancing, and my heart was forgetting to beat.<br /><br />He smiled, cuz he saw me blush in the dark. He sat back down, and held me back into his chest. He moved his fingers through my hair, and up and down my arm.I could have swore I was high ..<br /><br />And so his story began,<br /><br />"<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Once upon a time, there was a prince, tall, handsome *a7im a7im* and well, madry 3an el banat, but he was everything every girl wants. For years his dad sends him to diffrent kingdoms, and from tribe to tribe, allowing him to increase his knowledge, and seek a better education. But one day, at the end of his final year abroad away from his family, he gets a message from a poor little boy, who lived on the streets. And the little boy said, 'Are you the prince, who lives in the land of sweets, where the it rains sugar, and the wind is the scent of vanilla'</span></em>" Khalid said in a serious tone, still fiddling with my hair. "<span style="color:#33cc00;"><em>'I am! I am!' The prince shouted jmping up and down. 'The word on the street is that your father is asking that you come back home to him immiadetly.' The prince astonished ran and jumped onto his horse, and rode him for days, until he was back home. When the reaches the castle, he saw his dad, sipping tea with his mother, in the garder of ... of.. THE GARDEN OF SUGAR! Anyways, he kneeled infront of his parents, and asked if the word on the street was true. His father silently nodded his head. And his mother said 'Son, your father has grown old, and for years we have sent you studied the maths and sciences, but now you have to know and understand, and be taught, the 1 2 3's of being a king'. And so the next day, he was sent to the "Prince&Princesses School" and there, in his class, he saw the most beautiful girl he has ever saw. Her skin was the color of cinnamon, her hair had natural golden streaks. She carried her tiny figure so gracefully. Her black eyes twinkled in the darkness, as though they meant to guide him to some place he's never been before. It was to the land of Love. Later, he found out her name was Nadia.</em> "</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br />Khalid stopped and looked over at Nadia's face which was burried into his chest. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing softly. She had fallen asleep in his arms.<br /><br />He slowly brushed he bangs that were covering her face. "<span style="color:#33cc00;">Nadia, el baqait agoulich eya eny a7ibich, ou 3umry ma 7abait ay a7ed. I love you</span>"<br /><br />Nadia shifted a little bit, and mummbled something, "<span style="color:#ff6666;">I love you too Khalid</span>"<br /><br />Reem who woke up in the beggning of the story, heard everything. She wanted to gasp, but then Khalid would know she heard it. She covered her mouth, but then a smile formed her face. She was happy that her best friend was able to love again, after what that jackass did. But she knew Nadia VERY WELL, she was going to deny that feeling but.. she closed her eyes and went back to sleep waiting to see what the next day had for the both of them.<br /><br />Khalid hugged Nadia a little tighter, and kissed the her head. He too was just as suprised and startled as Reem, to what Nadia had said.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7