I wanted to post this chapter ages ago, but I got really sick during the past few weeks. Also, I was going through so much stuff on other levels that no one would imagine.
Like I said before this is a 100% true story so I hope you guys get excited for this story. I want to set certain days, but I can't because I seriously need to work harder on my grades&school. Thanks<3
ENJOY
Ps,
Don't forget that the start of this story happened in 2008 (6 years ago) so a lot of things changed.
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Ps,
Don't forget that the start of this story happened in 2008 (6 years ago) so a lot of things changed.
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I changed the arm that was holding the shopping bags because it was starting to get painful. I sat on the nearest stool in the shop, and let out a loud "offfh." I've been cranky for the past 3 days, and I'm pretty sure it has something to do with a dark eyed model-like 19 year old. I haven't seen him in 3 days, and that managed to make me feel so angry, frustrated, and sad all at once.
Mom: Basma! Esh feki ya mama! Malik 5lg you shop, w bes sakta! Mo 3waydk. Fe a7d m9'aygk?
I felt sorry for my mom, she was the one who had to deal with my moodiness. I wish my sisters were here, then she could've went out with them.
Basma: it's ok mama, 5ala9. I'm sorry mama adri wallaa eni anrfz w akeed tgolen ya leet Sara aw Fara7 ma3na.
Maybe if my sisters were here, my mom would have more fun. The summer I meet a guy and lose all sense of being logical, one sister decides to be 8 months along pregnant and the other has a 1 month old baby girl, just my luck.
Mom: laa ya mama, la tgolen kitha. Leeh ma tro7in elbeet enti? Shklik t3bana w malik 5lg.
I sighed, again. And nodded. I really did want to go back to the hotel, I was tired and stressed. I knew my mom was too, but she was good at hiding it. We haven't had an easy couple of months, but they promise it gets better.
I was lost in my thoughts while walking back to the hotel, the sun glaring on me through the clouds. I tripped on the unbalanced pavement and almost hit the floor face down when a strong pair of arms held me by my elbows.
Basma: sorry, I wasn't looking where-
And then my mind decided to stop working, and my mouth was wide open. Why does that always happen to me?
Aziz: hi?
He gave me a half smile, and for the life of me I couldn't form an understandable response. I don't know why, but I always seem to forget that I have a tongue that can be used around him. I blushed when I realised that he was waiting for a response. I looked down at the pavement from embarrassment and I felt his fingers under my chin.
Aziz: look at me, you don't have to be embarrassed or shy.
He gave me a smile that melted my heart, how does he always do this? He doesn't need to do much to unleesh a zoo in my stomach.
Basma: urmm sorry bes I have 2 left feet! W I keep falling when I'm around you. Tra I'm not a klutz 6ool elwgt bes around you mdri shlon akon-
My jaw fell when I realized he put his hand on my mouth to shut me up. I blushed deep red till the tips of my toes.
Aziz: ok ok stop babbling and let me walk you to the hotel.
I looked down at my feet in embarrassment and acted as if I was playing with my nails.
Basma: mala da3i.. it's ok.. I-i-i.
Aziz: ok, let's walk and wait on the talking shwy. Eish rayik?
I gave him a small smile that barely matched his. I am getting waaay too comfortable with him around. When we got to the hotel I wished that it would by some miracle be further away. I knew that I was thinking this way because I was wishing I had a little more time with him. We stopped at the hotel's door and he gave me a half smile.
Basma: sooo..
Aziz: bro7 ana al7in, if you need anything you'll know where to find me.
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I threw my pen at the empty paper. I'm getting writer's block and I know it's because of my current state of depression. I should go take a walk; I need to let it out, but I can't.
I took my jacket from the back of the chair, and opened the connecting door between my room&my parents' room.
Basma: baba! B6l3 atmsha w arj3 bsr3a.
Dad: elbsy ur jacket ya mama la tmr9'en.
I gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and as I walked away I heard his usual cough that broke my heart. Tears threatened to spill, but I held them back. When I stepped out of the hotel I got hit by cold air that gave me goosebumps.
I stopped by the nearest starbucks to get myself something to keep me warm. I sat on a bench staring at all kinds of people walking by. Business men talking non stop on their phones, in love couples holding hands, families with little children running around. I feel someone sitting next to me but I don't pay it a lot of attention. The minute I heard his voice, I stopped myself from turning to see him.
Aziz: ana t3bt shwy, fa mar7 ajekm. Ento i6l3o t3sho, don't wait around for me.. yalla m3 elslama 7bebe.. ok abd wla yhmik.
I pretended like I didn't hear him, ygalkm al7in ana elthgl. I let my fingers circle the top of my paper cup, and continued staring at the people passing by while waiting calmly for him to start talking.
Aziz: Do you want to talk?
I smiled at nothing; I knew he would start. He always does. He should get some credit though, it only took him 25 minutes to start talking; I honestly thought he would take less time.
Basma: why would you think ena I want to talk?
Aziz: hmm, jalsa l7alk, m3ak gahwa. Large if I may add too. Mdri 9ra7a shklk ygol I want to talk.
I let out a long deep breath, I don't think it would be good to lay all my crap on him. So, I shook my head softly.
Basma: I don't want to talk, yet.
Aziz: yet? Zeen y3ny I have hope.
I stuck my tongue out at him in playful way to let the situation lose a bit of its tense-ness. Suddenly, I felt his fingers grip my tongue, and my eyes widened.
Aziz: gltlik lw mdteh mrra thanya bswy shy mar7 y3jbk!
When he took his fingers away, I starred at him shocked more than ever.
Basma: 9A7Y ENT?
He laughed loudly at my reaction.
Aziz: elmarra ely b3daha I'll cut it off.
Then he winked and my heart did that stutter dance. I looked at him still shocked, and then I laughed lightly. When I stopped after a while, I let out a loud deep sigh.
Basma: my dad is sick.
I stopped talking for a while waiting for a response from him, but I didn't get any. I looked back at him. He did a thing with his hand where he was basically telling me to go on.
Basma: like really sick. Brain tumour sick. W ma ndri how much longer does he have, and it's sucking the energy out of mama. Ely she looks old now, she never looked old. My sisters, are constantly worrying which is not good for their babies. And my brother.. My brother is a whole different story.
I didn't even realize I was crying until I saw his hand with a couple of tissues hovering above my lap. I took the tissues and wiped my tears, and then blew my nose while making the most unattractive sound I'm sure he's ever heard.
Basma: w aswa2 shy blmw9'o3 kla? No one is telling me anything! Bl9'ab6 ma k2ni bnt'hm. Adri eni a93'r w7da bes mo lhdraja bzr ana ma afhm! Walla at7ml! Ma7b ena they keep babying me. B3den there's this fact eno my siblings keep fighting w ha4a elmw9'o3 jals yt3b omi zyada.
I stopped talking after I let it all out.
Basma: I'm so sorry, 6l3t klshy 3lek. Now, I'm pretty sure I have a red swollen nose and eyes to match with it. Ble5 I must look like sh*t.
Aziz: Shaklhm ma galolk ena I like red noses, they're kind of my thing.
I laughed at his lame attempt to make me feel better, and he gave me his million mega-watt smile.
Aziz: likk 7ag tz3l thum lik 7ag nra9'eek! Yallaa 3aaad ebtsmi! Wallaaa 7lwaa bes elebtisama a7la.
I blushed deep red, and looked down while laughing.
Aziz: ee kitha! Ma b3'aiina!
I looked back at him and saw that he was giving me that heart stopping smile. Walla w swaha glbi w 7bik w ana 3n el7ob naheh.
Basma: urmm.. I better get going, my parents would be waiting.
I got up and tightened my bag's strap on my shoulder.
Basma: thank you for listening, and for the tissues.
I gave him a half smile, and started walking to the hotel. I heard him calling out my name.
Basma: ewa?
Aziz: I'm always here to listen to you. Always.
xo
Dad: elbsy ur jacket ya mama la tmr9'en.
I gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and as I walked away I heard his usual cough that broke my heart. Tears threatened to spill, but I held them back. When I stepped out of the hotel I got hit by cold air that gave me goosebumps.
I stopped by the nearest starbucks to get myself something to keep me warm. I sat on a bench staring at all kinds of people walking by. Business men talking non stop on their phones, in love couples holding hands, families with little children running around. I feel someone sitting next to me but I don't pay it a lot of attention. The minute I heard his voice, I stopped myself from turning to see him.
Aziz: ana t3bt shwy, fa mar7 ajekm. Ento i6l3o t3sho, don't wait around for me.. yalla m3 elslama 7bebe.. ok abd wla yhmik.
I pretended like I didn't hear him, ygalkm al7in ana elthgl. I let my fingers circle the top of my paper cup, and continued staring at the people passing by while waiting calmly for him to start talking.
Aziz: Do you want to talk?
I smiled at nothing; I knew he would start. He always does. He should get some credit though, it only took him 25 minutes to start talking; I honestly thought he would take less time.
Basma: why would you think ena I want to talk?
Aziz: hmm, jalsa l7alk, m3ak gahwa. Large if I may add too. Mdri 9ra7a shklk ygol I want to talk.
I let out a long deep breath, I don't think it would be good to lay all my crap on him. So, I shook my head softly.
Basma: I don't want to talk, yet.
Aziz: yet? Zeen y3ny I have hope.
I stuck my tongue out at him in playful way to let the situation lose a bit of its tense-ness. Suddenly, I felt his fingers grip my tongue, and my eyes widened.
Aziz: gltlik lw mdteh mrra thanya bswy shy mar7 y3jbk!
When he took his fingers away, I starred at him shocked more than ever.
Basma: 9A7Y ENT?
He laughed loudly at my reaction.
Aziz: elmarra ely b3daha I'll cut it off.
Then he winked and my heart did that stutter dance. I looked at him still shocked, and then I laughed lightly. When I stopped after a while, I let out a loud deep sigh.
Basma: my dad is sick.
I stopped talking for a while waiting for a response from him, but I didn't get any. I looked back at him. He did a thing with his hand where he was basically telling me to go on.
Basma: like really sick. Brain tumour sick. W ma ndri how much longer does he have, and it's sucking the energy out of mama. Ely she looks old now, she never looked old. My sisters, are constantly worrying which is not good for their babies. And my brother.. My brother is a whole different story.
I didn't even realize I was crying until I saw his hand with a couple of tissues hovering above my lap. I took the tissues and wiped my tears, and then blew my nose while making the most unattractive sound I'm sure he's ever heard.
Basma: w aswa2 shy blmw9'o3 kla? No one is telling me anything! Bl9'ab6 ma k2ni bnt'hm. Adri eni a93'r w7da bes mo lhdraja bzr ana ma afhm! Walla at7ml! Ma7b ena they keep babying me. B3den there's this fact eno my siblings keep fighting w ha4a elmw9'o3 jals yt3b omi zyada.
I stopped talking after I let it all out.
Basma: I'm so sorry, 6l3t klshy 3lek. Now, I'm pretty sure I have a red swollen nose and eyes to match with it. Ble5 I must look like sh*t.
Aziz: Shaklhm ma galolk ena I like red noses, they're kind of my thing.
I laughed at his lame attempt to make me feel better, and he gave me his million mega-watt smile.
Aziz: likk 7ag tz3l thum lik 7ag nra9'eek! Yallaa 3aaad ebtsmi! Wallaaa 7lwaa bes elebtisama a7la.
I blushed deep red, and looked down while laughing.
Aziz: ee kitha! Ma b3'aiina!
I looked back at him and saw that he was giving me that heart stopping smile. Walla w swaha glbi w 7bik w ana 3n el7ob naheh.
Basma: urmm.. I better get going, my parents would be waiting.
I got up and tightened my bag's strap on my shoulder.
Basma: thank you for listening, and for the tissues.
I gave him a half smile, and started walking to the hotel. I heard him calling out my name.
Basma: ewa?
Aziz: I'm always here to listen to you. Always.
xo
