Also, for everyone who's saying they're losing interest I am so sorry that you are, but you have to understand that right now I'm going through a lot of things. I know I keep saying that but you guys are still not getting it. I'm not posting regularly bcuz of personal issues, that I am not comfortable to talk about publicly. Please do understand that my personal issues and studies will come first instead of writing this blog. I understand that a lot of you are concerned, and I appreciate that so much. The reason I am even still writing this blog is because of you guys. You're amazing to me, and I hope I deserve all that you give me.
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Previously:
Abdulaziz: meen yshbhk ya mlak? Glbe shwy w y6er min elwnasa, tdren leeh?
Basma: leeh?
I didn't even recognise my own voice, it was barely a whisper. It's because he's not putting any distance between us, and that affects my thinking. I could feel his breath on my face, and that isn't helping.
Abdulaziz: because your heart is mine now.
My heart went into overdrive. How does he always manage to do that to me? I swear it's like he hypnotises me! Wait, I have a more important issue right now! How do I reply to him? What he just said was perfect, heart warming, and so perfect. Oh god! I sound like a cheesy sappy romantic blonde.
Basma: 3ziz, ana-
Then my phone started ringing. Are you kidding me?
Basma: lazm arid.. Sorry!
He nodded and took a step back. Phew, I can think straight now!
Basma: Alo.. Hala mama.. Asfa ma estw3bt km 9art elsa3h! 5la9 5la9 al7in jayh.. Don't worry, I'm only 2 minutes away from the hotel.. Ee 6al3h.. M3 3az-3lya!.. See you!
I looked up and gave Abdulaziz my I'm-sorry look.
Abdulaziz: lazm tro7in?
Basma: sorry!
He gave me a sexy half smile with that adorable dimple showing on his left cheek. My heart, my poor little weak heart. The minute I turned around to go back to the hotel, I felt pressure on my hand. I looked down to see him holding my hand, so I gave him a look.
Aziz: wsho?
Basma: bt5leni aro7?
Aziz: aked! Bes mar7 a5lek tmshen l7alk!
I thought about it for a while, and then I nodded. I didn't want to go back alone either. So we walked back to the hotel in complete silence and I started thinking. What on earth am I doing? I need to tell Alia.
Basma: leeh?
I didn't even recognise my own voice, it was barely a whisper. It's because he's not putting any distance between us, and that affects my thinking. I could feel his breath on my face, and that isn't helping.
Abdulaziz: because your heart is mine now.
My heart went into overdrive. How does he always manage to do that to me? I swear it's like he hypnotises me! Wait, I have a more important issue right now! How do I reply to him? What he just said was perfect, heart warming, and so perfect. Oh god! I sound like a cheesy sappy romantic blonde.
Basma: 3ziz, ana-
Then my phone started ringing. Are you kidding me?
Basma: lazm arid.. Sorry!
He nodded and took a step back. Phew, I can think straight now!
Basma: Alo.. Hala mama.. Asfa ma estw3bt km 9art elsa3h! 5la9 5la9 al7in jayh.. Don't worry, I'm only 2 minutes away from the hotel.. Ee 6al3h.. M3 3az-3lya!.. See you!
I looked up and gave Abdulaziz my I'm-sorry look.
Abdulaziz: lazm tro7in?
Basma: sorry!
He gave me a sexy half smile with that adorable dimple showing on his left cheek. My heart, my poor little weak heart. The minute I turned around to go back to the hotel, I felt pressure on my hand. I looked down to see him holding my hand, so I gave him a look.
Aziz: wsho?
Basma: bt5leni aro7?
Aziz: aked! Bes mar7 a5lek tmshen l7alk!
I thought about it for a while, and then I nodded. I didn't want to go back alone either. So we walked back to the hotel in complete silence and I started thinking. What on earth am I doing? I need to tell Alia.
Aziz: wsh jalsa tfkren feh?
Basma: this..
And I pointed at our hands. I can't believe we're that obvious. Ya weli. Ana mjnona.
Aziz: it'll work out, we'll work it out.
I gave him a smile, and before I could pull away from him to go in the hotel. My hand was lifted, and lips were gently pressed into my palm. I felt the blood rush from the tips of my fingers, to the ends of my hairs.
Basma: goodnight...
~
I've been in Riyadh for a few weeks now, and I can't be more bored. My friendship, or relationship with Abdulaziz has grown so much the past few weeks. We were drifting a bit and that scared me, but I had something else to think about right now. Now, I had a 3zema because my sister just gave birth.
I opened my closet, and started staring at it while hoping that magically an outfit would come out to me. While I was thinking my phone rang, it was Abdulaziz's ringtone. I looked at the caller ID and it said 'Dana<3'. Yup, Aziz is calling.
Basma: alo, elsalam 3laykom.
Aziz: w 3lykm elslam e5ty.
I held in my laugh.
Basma: keef momkin asa3dik o5oy?
Aziz: 9ra7tn ana dag 3la hlrgm, 3shan jals ant9'r w7da trid.
Basma: knt ba3'i shy mnha?
Aziz: ee, knt 7ab enik tw9lon lha ena m3 eni b3ed 3nha, ela eni a7lm feha kl 9ba7 w kl leel, w eni ad3i rbi fe kl 9alat w kl dgega enha tkon mn n9ebi.
I laughed, and my eyes teared a little. I was worried a bit about our relationship, but with him. I should never worry.
Basma: ya 79'ha wallaa.
Aziz: ella ya b5t ra3i eln9eeb feha!
Basma: w leesh ma tkon ent ra3i eln9eeb?
The minute I said that sentence I regretted it. I sounded like I was begging him ena y56bne. We3, ma 3rftni w ana bay3h nafsi.
Aziz: ent9'ri 3ly bes, w by9eer eli 5a6rik feh.
We talked a bit more for a while, and then I had to tell him that I needed to go get dressed.
Aziz: 5la9 7bebti lma t5l9en wreni, 6yb?
Basma: enshallah..
I still haven't used any term that shows love to him, even though he always calls me sweet stuff. I couldn't do it, because I haven't found the right time yet. I chose a long black layered skirt by Tsumori Chisato, and an off-white Alexander McQueen top with golden embroidery. As for the shoes I wore a pair of beige bedazzled Zanotti Mary-janes, and my Jimmy Choo gold/black clutch.
I went down the stairs the stairs slowly so I wouldn't fall on my face.
Lama: my beautiful gorgeous amazing best friend!
I arched my eyebrow at her, that's guilty Lama talking.
Basma: esh swety?
Lama: lazim akon mswya shy 3shan amd7 my best friend?
Basma: when it comes to you? Yes. W shy kber b3d.
Lama: esm3i, 5lena n5l9 bsr3a mn hljm3a w b3den nro7 ana w enti mkan.
Basma: ween nro7? Mali 5lg!
Lama: agol eskti. 36eni jwalik a9wrlk l7beb el2lb.
Basma: heyy!
Lama: la tgolen ma galik la t9wren!
Basma: ela gayli.
Lama: bl9'b6.
I posed in a way which I believe hides all my flawed parts. Lama showed me the picture, I was doubtful. So, instead of sending it I decided to put it as a DP. And I locked my phone instantly bcause I knew he would comment.
I gave him a smile, and before I could pull away from him to go in the hotel. My hand was lifted, and lips were gently pressed into my palm. I felt the blood rush from the tips of my fingers, to the ends of my hairs.
Basma: goodnight...
~
I've been in Riyadh for a few weeks now, and I can't be more bored. My friendship, or relationship with Abdulaziz has grown so much the past few weeks. We were drifting a bit and that scared me, but I had something else to think about right now. Now, I had a 3zema because my sister just gave birth.
I opened my closet, and started staring at it while hoping that magically an outfit would come out to me. While I was thinking my phone rang, it was Abdulaziz's ringtone. I looked at the caller ID and it said 'Dana<3'. Yup, Aziz is calling.
Basma: alo, elsalam 3laykom.
Aziz: w 3lykm elslam e5ty.
I held in my laugh.
Basma: keef momkin asa3dik o5oy?
Aziz: 9ra7tn ana dag 3la hlrgm, 3shan jals ant9'r w7da trid.
Basma: knt ba3'i shy mnha?
Aziz: ee, knt 7ab enik tw9lon lha ena m3 eni b3ed 3nha, ela eni a7lm feha kl 9ba7 w kl leel, w eni ad3i rbi fe kl 9alat w kl dgega enha tkon mn n9ebi.
I laughed, and my eyes teared a little. I was worried a bit about our relationship, but with him. I should never worry.
Basma: ya 79'ha wallaa.
Aziz: ella ya b5t ra3i eln9eeb feha!
Basma: w leesh ma tkon ent ra3i eln9eeb?
The minute I said that sentence I regretted it. I sounded like I was begging him ena y56bne. We3, ma 3rftni w ana bay3h nafsi.
Aziz: ent9'ri 3ly bes, w by9eer eli 5a6rik feh.
We talked a bit more for a while, and then I had to tell him that I needed to go get dressed.
Aziz: 5la9 7bebti lma t5l9en wreni, 6yb?
Basma: enshallah..
I still haven't used any term that shows love to him, even though he always calls me sweet stuff. I couldn't do it, because I haven't found the right time yet. I chose a long black layered skirt by Tsumori Chisato, and an off-white Alexander McQueen top with golden embroidery. As for the shoes I wore a pair of beige bedazzled Zanotti Mary-janes, and my Jimmy Choo gold/black clutch.
I went down the stairs the stairs slowly so I wouldn't fall on my face.
Lama: my beautiful gorgeous amazing best friend!
I arched my eyebrow at her, that's guilty Lama talking.
Basma: esh swety?
Lama: lazim akon mswya shy 3shan amd7 my best friend?
Basma: when it comes to you? Yes. W shy kber b3d.
Lama: esm3i, 5lena n5l9 bsr3a mn hljm3a w b3den nro7 ana w enti mkan.
Basma: ween nro7? Mali 5lg!
Lama: agol eskti. 36eni jwalik a9wrlk l7beb el2lb.
Basma: heyy!
Lama: la tgolen ma galik la t9wren!
Basma: ela gayli.
Lama: bl9'b6.
I posed in a way which I believe hides all my flawed parts. Lama showed me the picture, I was doubtful. So, instead of sending it I decided to put it as a DP. And I locked my phone instantly bcause I knew he would comment.
I painted a fake smile on my face, and I was ready to face people. I went inside and started greeting people. I was about to sit when my mother pointed 3la the gazillion trays of chocolates. Oh my happy day.
As I was walking with the heaviest trays of them all, I stopped at one of my relatives.
Lady: ahlen basoma! Kefik 7bbti?
Basma: wallaa kwysa, w enti?
Lady: el7amdelilah. Ya 7lwk mashallah, has w9lti sin zwaj 3shan t9eren 3rosat wldi?
And she winked. Wdi a5leha tshel eltray 3shan tfhm mo3anati. Instead, I smiled a small fake smile and laughed. I went back to put the tray on the table, and sit next to my sister.
As I looked up, I noticed Lama sitting next to her mother in a slouched way and then 5alti elbowed her and she straightened her back a little too dramatically. I held in my laugh, typical Lama moment. I noticed a cute young girl sitting alone looking awkward. That's weird, she doesn't look familiar at all.
Basma: Fara7, men ha4i?
Farah: ay w7da?
Basma: ha4ek ely jls'h jmb 5alty om Fahad.
Farah: ha4i Manal Alx.
Basma: tgrblna?
Farah: laa t9er 9degt Rana e5t M7mmd.
Basma: Aha.. she' cute! T7sen tnf3 elZaid?
Farah: ee mrra mashallaa, w rakza elbnt b3d, bes m3 elasf kl a7d ygol enha mktooba elwld 3mt'ha.
Basma: meen?
Farah: atw83 t3rfenhm, Alflani?
Basma: 3lia 9degti bnt Alflani.
Farah: ee ha4a! O5o 9degtik 3lia, e4a mani 3'l6ana.
WHAT??
Farah: hw shfeh wjhik t9fg?
Basma: ha? Laaa laaa wla shy!
Farah: hey! Mo 3shan I'm a mom now y3ny ma tgolenli! I'm your sister!
Basma: w right now you're my sister eli jayen elnas yzronha 3shanha walda, lma yro7on bgolik klshy.
Before I could think more clearly about this, my phone dinged. Farah gave me a look. I should've put it on silent. I took it out, and left elmjls.
Abdulaziz♑:
Ya 79'y.
Bee❊:
Fe esh? :p
Abdulaziz♑:
Fek.
Bee❊:
:$
Abdulaziz♑:
Bes? Ha4a ely rby gdrik 3leh? Emoji?
Bee❊:
T3rfni fashla bhl ashya2.
Abdulaziz♑:
When u finish call me.
Bee❊:
Hw leh? Esh fe?
Abdulaziz♑:
Mafy shy! Bes Klmeni, ok?
Bee❊:
Enshallah ;*
I was too confused about what Farah told me, to think about what he was saying. I walked around the kitchen while thinking. Could it be ena by56bha mnjd? Bes he told me ena he loves me.
Abdulaziz♑:
Ya 79'y.
Bee❊:
Fe esh? :p
Abdulaziz♑:
Fek.
Bee❊:
:$
Abdulaziz♑:
Bes? Ha4a ely rby gdrik 3leh? Emoji?
Bee❊:
T3rfni fashla bhl ashya2.
Abdulaziz♑:
When u finish call me.
Bee❊:
Hw leh? Esh fe?
Abdulaziz♑:
Mafy shy! Bes Klmeni, ok?
Bee❊:
Enshallah ;*
I was too confused about what Farah told me, to think about what he was saying. I walked around the kitchen while thinking. Could it be ena by56bha mnjd? Bes he told me ena he loves me.
"BOO!"
I almost jumped out of my heels from the scare. My eyes were wide open.
Basma: Lama! B3'et aswi 3la nfsi!
Lama: t3ali n6l3!
Basma: w as7b 3la este8bal e5ti? 9a7yh enti?
Lama gave me an 'are you even serious?' look.
Lama: yallaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! I asked 5alty! She's ok with it!
Basma: wallaa??
Lama: ee galtli ybelk t3'yren jw! Yalla 3ndi lk surprise mo bes btnbs6en b9eer b3d'ha your favourite friend ever, kl3ada.
Basma: wthooo8ik y4b7.
I shook my head and let her push me out to the door.
Basma: hw wsho ma albs 3baya? E9bri ya bnt!
Lama: yalla yalla bes est3jli bnt25r!
Basma: nt25r 3la esh?
Lama: 3la elsurprise!
I put on my 3baya quickly, mainly because Lama was naggin like a child.
Basma: eff mnkk! El9br, zero.
Lama: yeah yeah whatever, yallaa emshi!
I put on el6ar7a, in a very loose way, and went into Lama's car. Automatically I put up my feet on Lama.
Basma: Lama aked mama doesn't mind?
Lama: 100%
Basma: e4a hz2tni mali d5l!
I did the shoulder move ely zy mali 5a9.
I put on el6ar7a, in a very loose way, and went into Lama's car. Automatically I put up my feet on Lama.
Basma: Lama aked mama doesn't mind?
Lama: 100%
Basma: e4a hz2tni mali d5l!
I did the shoulder move ely zy mali 5a9.
Basma: couldn't you wait until ma I at least take off my heels?
Lama: nop, ki4a sexier!
Basma: you're such a weirdo.
Lama: you love me.
Basma: 3bdo 76 ha4a CD number 5.
After 15 minutes, it hit me that we've spent too long in the car.
Basma: agol, Lama?
Lama: hala?
Basma: ma k2no 6wlna?
Lama: we're almost there.
Basma: where?
Lama: here we are, yalla go down!
I looked outside the window, we were at an old mall that no one ever comes to and there are only 3 cars, including ours, in the parking lot.
Basma: what the hell Lama?
Lama: e9bri enti!
Basma: anzl ween aro7?
Lama: nro7 Dr.Cafe! (Dr.Cafe is a Saudi version of Starbucks)
Basma: tst'hblen aked!
Lama: will you stop being so stubborn!
Basma: wj3h, 6yb!
So I walked into Dr.Cafe w ana jalsa agra almost kl aya 7af9't'ha mn el8or2an.
Lama: ana b6lb enti ro7i eg3di bl 6awla eli henak.
She pointed at a table in a corner, and I gave her a look. My best friend has officially gone crazy. I walked to the table, and when I got there I saw someone.
Basma: 3ziz?
xo
Lama: nop, ki4a sexier!
Basma: you're such a weirdo.
Lama: you love me.
Basma: 3bdo 76 ha4a CD number 5.
After 15 minutes, it hit me that we've spent too long in the car.
Basma: agol, Lama?
Lama: hala?
Basma: ma k2no 6wlna?
Lama: we're almost there.
Basma: where?
Lama: here we are, yalla go down!
I looked outside the window, we were at an old mall that no one ever comes to and there are only 3 cars, including ours, in the parking lot.
Basma: what the hell Lama?
Lama: e9bri enti!
Basma: anzl ween aro7?
Lama: nro7 Dr.Cafe! (Dr.Cafe is a Saudi version of Starbucks)
Basma: tst'hblen aked!
Lama: will you stop being so stubborn!
Basma: wj3h, 6yb!
So I walked into Dr.Cafe w ana jalsa agra almost kl aya 7af9't'ha mn el8or2an.
Lama: ana b6lb enti ro7i eg3di bl 6awla eli henak.
She pointed at a table in a corner, and I gave her a look. My best friend has officially gone crazy. I walked to the table, and when I got there I saw someone.
Basma: 3ziz?
xo
