When will you be mine?: Chapter0

NEW STORY! Ok, since I'm doing this you have to promise me enkm ma t7non about posting! Right now I'm traveling, so posting won't be regular. I promise I'll  post whenever I can and you guys have to be considerate since I have school& stuff!

I hope you like it.

Note:
This story is 100% true, it happened to someone very dear to me. This is dedicated for you. I have made a couple of detail changes so the characters in the story would not be revealed.

Enjoy!
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They say that the emotion that breaks your heart is sometimes the very one that can heal it. My name is Basma and I opened my heart enough to love without restraint. I am here to tell you my story and it all started that summer day in 2008 during the festival in Montreux..

"Psst! Lama, jals y6al3 wila la2?" I whispered to my friend, Lama. I tried to look as if I wasn't really paying attention to the model who was shamelessly staring at me. In an attempt to look like I don't care, I ran my fingers through my chopped off black waves.

Lama: i4a g9dk eljamel eli jals m3 a97aba bl6awla eli gdamna, then yes!

A mix of emotions ran through me; it's the 4th day in a row that I've caught him staring at me. I don't know how to feel about that, but my 16 year old body was going crazy with excitement. He was a very good looking guy, probably much older than I am but he was looking at me! I was a thousand miles away when I felt something cold being dropped on me, and my clothes getting soaked. I let out a scream and started chasing after my friend.

Basma: LAMA! Ya 7mara!

We started running around each other and after a while we got tired and sat on the ground. My breath was coming out in short and fast takes, and I was avoiding looking at my friend. I knew that if I looked back at her I would start laughing.

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I put the last item of clothing left on my bed in my bag. Today, we were leaving Montreux and heading to Paris. I usually would be excited about that, but I can't stop thinking about my stranger. It sounds weird, but I feel strangely connected to him. It's either that or my hormones are going crazy, because he's good-looking and I keep catching him stare at me.

Mama: Basma! La ttn7en ya mama. Yalla, 6yartna b3d shwy!
Basma: enshallah, mama.

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In the plane, I had to sit alone next to a girl my age while my parents sat next to each other. I was angry at first, and then I realised she looked familiar.

Basma: hi?
Girl: ahleen, Basma 9a7?!
Basma: ee urmm asfaa.. bes nset esmk!
Girl: ana 3lia elflani! Knt m3k blmdrsa bes n8lt.
Basma: 3lia elflani! Yrabi mrra mnzman 3nik. Keefik? W keef elmdrsa eljdeda?
Alia: el7amdelilah wallah! it's not bad, bes 8rrt arj3 llmdrsa 3shan ma erta7t fe ha4ek mrra.
Basma: oh!

And we spent a while catching up and talking about random things. A tall broad figure shadowed over us, and I looked up. My jaw dropped, what were the chances that he was on the same plane I was on? During my haziness I missed what 3lia was saying to him. So I turned back at her and gave her the 'do you know him?' look.

Alia: Basma, ha4a o5oy 3bdul3ziz. 3ziz, ha4i 9degti Basma.

That was when it all started..

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