When will you be mine?: Chapter12

I wanted to post this chapter ages ago, bes elapp 7g blogger mafe as5f mna 6a7 jwali w oak ft7ta ma lget elchapter! Ahm shy it's here right now!

Enjoy! ❥

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Previously:

Zaid's hand brushed through her hair, and when he leaned in I looked away. I couldn't intrude on their moment. So I stepped back, and knocked the door.

Basma: Lamo? Enti hena?

Lama: huh.. Ee!

I opened the door and Zaid was no where to be found. Hmmm.. strange. 

Basma: enti hena l7alik? I could've sworn eni sm3t 9ot a7d. 

Lama: haa? La bes knt aklm w on speaker.

Basma: Aha.. Agol Lamo..

Lama: smi?

Basma: if you ever had something going on you would tell me, 9a7? If you ever met someone, aw shy.. 

Lama: you heard us, didn't you?

Basma: kinda..

Lama: Zaid, e6l3.. 

He came out of the bathroom, and he was trying not to look me in the eye. He was embarrassed and I was fighting the urge to point out how cute that was! 

Basma: ana mani fahma leh ma gltoli!

Lama: Basma, the last thing you needed was me discussing this with you with everything going on. 

She pointed between her and Zaid when she said this. Zaid gave me a look, he still didn't know, so  naturally I ignored him.

Basma: 6b, km 9arlkm?

Lama: eish?

Basma: km 9rlkm m3 b39'?

Lama: ma haa.. E7na mo m3 b39'! 

Zaid: w ha4i heya moshklti! 


I laughed at my brother's frustration.

Basma: la t9er 7mar, e7trm ra3'bat elbnt.

Zaid: Basoma! Ana m7trm Lama more than you give me credit!

Lama: ee walla, 7ram.

Basma: bswi nfsi ma shft shy, al7en Lama leh ma tben t9eren m3 Zaid?

Lama: you.

Basma: ana? 

Lama: ee! A5af if anything goes wrong I'll lose you. 

I got tears in my eyes on her confession. I'm blessed with the best of friends. 

Basma: you would never lose me. Ever. Plus, t7sbeni br9'a ashofik enti wltees ha4a t7bon b39' bes you're not together because of me w askt?

Zaid: 3fwn e5ti 3almo8a6a3a, ana 2o2ayed klamk, bes momkin ma tsmeni tees? Shokran.

Basma: shfti? Tees. 

Lama: 5la9 ok! 

I put my hands on both of their chests.

Basma: hold up, ground rules: 1- mmno3 I see anything until you're married. 2- we have a party to go to so yalla!  And Zaid, don't you dare break her heart. I meant it, I will kill you with my own bear hands! W enti yallaa 3lia tnt9'rna! 

Lama: ok ok! 

I pulled her by her palm, and Zaid held on to her by the elbow.

Zaid: Basoma, allah y3afek 5aleha 3ndi shwy! 

Basma: laa wallaa enta mo 9a7i! 

Zaid: tkfen! 5 dgayg bes!

Basma: ent bha4i el5ms dgayg tswi elnoon w ma y3lmon! Yalla yalla yalla lamo! 

Lama: 6yb yalla! A9ln 3lia 5la9t mn 3ziz? 

Basma: mnzman m5l9a. 

Zaid: meen 3lia w meen 3ziz?

Basma: hw zeed wsh jak, 3lia 9degti kant tklm o5oha 3bdul3ziz ybi ybark lha. 

Zaid: hw ma shafha?

Basma: haa? Laa ydrs fe Australia hw 3shan ki4a. 

Zaid: La 3ad! Esma 3bdul3ziz Alflani?

Basma: ee, leeh t3rfa?

Zaid: ee ya7lela kan yji jam3ati ana wla9dega2i blestera7a, w kan y7b w7da at3b w agolk ya Basma y7b elar9' eli tmshe 3leha. 

Basma: hah? Ee tgoli 3lia. 

Zaid: mdri wsh jah ra7 w trakha m3 ena kan ygol ena ynt9'rha tt5rj 3shan y56bha..

Basma: 5la9 Zaid mo wagt elswalf al7en b3den lma arj3! 

My heart was breaking with every word my brother said. You had no idea how much I know about that subject ya Zaid. No idea.

Lama: hello B! Ween sr7ty!

Basma: nothing, gomi bes!

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Today was going terribly and horribly wrong, I got my acceptance letter from Sapienza University of Rome and everything was going according to plan until my mother decided that I can't. 

Basma: mama mo mnjdik! I got the acceptance w klshy! Fj2a ma tben?

Hind: enti a93'ar 3yali w I need you with me! 

Basma: mama, please! I'm not a baby anymore! A7taj a6l3 mn hena.

Hind: 9a7ya enti t7sbeni b5lek tro7en t3eshen fe i6aliya l7alk? Ween mo5ik yom enik tgdmen! 

Basma: mama! Ana abi Rome. I love it. M56e6a adrs henak lw sm7te la t5rben fly! 

Hind: you're not going there and that's final. Tgdaren tdrsen Arts hena 3ndna fe PSU.

Basma: mama! 

I was on the verge of tears, I needed to get out of this place. 

Hind: la tna8sheni Basma, 5la9. My word is final. 

I couldn't hold back my sobs anymore, so I let them out. This is all not going according to plan. I wanted to leave, and stay away for as long as I can. I wanted to run away and put this all behind, but I guess I have to accept the reality of this all and start planning for my stay here. 

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I took off my 3baya, and threw myself on the bed. I had just finished my interview for the university, and it looks like I'm getting accepted. I could feel the usual pressing on my chest, so I did what always makes me feel a hundred times better; I spread my mat and started praying. I asked god to forgive me, and to bring him back to me if he was any good to me. 

There was knocking on my door, and I allowed whoever it was to come in. 

Zaid: Basma?

Basma: sm?

Zaid: rayga?

Basma: 7sb esh salftk bl9'ab6?

Zaid: heya mo mrra salfa kbera bes y3ny y3ny..

Basma: goli wsh tbi? Tbi flos mn oboy?

Zaid: hw bzr ana a6lb flos, 5la9 9rt asht3'l w e3tmdt 3la nfsi! 

Basma: yahoh! Ya e3temad 3la elnfs ent, 6yb wsh 3ndik?

Zaid: bgolik klshy bes enti tkfeen la trdeni! Goli tm! 

Basma: Zayood! Tklm ya5y magdr agol tm w ana mdri wsh elsalfa! 

Zaid: abek t7aken omi.

Basma: ela ha4i ya Zaid. 

Zaid: lw sm7te! Mst7i abda blmw9'o3 w magdar agol elFara7 aw Sara ygolonlha l2nhm byswonha salfa.

Basma: ya kafi wsh 4almw9'o3 eli mn el7ya mo gadr tklm omy feh! 

Zaid: abi atzwj! 

Basma: 6b ha4i omi 9arlha shohour tgolk tzwj, leh ma tgolha?

Zaid: omi tbeni atzwj Lulwa bnt 5alti Ma9'awi! 

Basma: e7lfff! 

Zaid: wallaaa! 3shan ki4a abek t7akenha! 

Basma: shof b7akeha hlmrra bes 3shank wla ent dari omi mo 9ayra t6eeg shofti 7ta! 

Zaid: Basma, la tgolen kitha omi t7bk bes enha hlftra mrra t3bana m3 oboy. 

Basma: t3bana mafe ela ana 3shan tehawshni? 

Zaid: 5la9 it's ok, 9adgeni heya mo 89daha abdn. 

Basma: bes ent ma tbi ttzwj al7en! Shlon?

Zaid: shofi, mo hey 9arlha shehour tgoli tzwj? Bgolha 6yb w a56b Lama w nswi el3rs b3d 3 snen! 

Basma: Zayood wsh by9br omi 3 sneen! 

Zaid: hw tnt9'r! B3d tra ana o3tbr twni 93'eer 3omri 25 sana! 

So I left the room to go talk to my mother about Zaid's marriage. I hope to god that she doesn't find this as a reason to start scolding me. After her sudden outburst about my university choice, she started becoming very short tempered when it was about me. Our relationship went from mother-and-daughter-friendship to fighting almost the whole time. She was always tired and out of the mood lately, I know it's because my dad doesn't seem like he's getting better, but why does she keep taking it out on me? I'm as mad, tired, and angry as her but what can I do.

I knocked on her bedroom door, but I got no answer so I opened the door slowly and saw dad sleeping on the bed. So she must be drinking her tea in the living room. 

I walked over to the living room we had in the house, and found her sipping her tea while reading a book. She had her legs up and covered with a blanket. The minute I came in she looked up at me, and smiled then lifted her reading glasses above her head. I sat next to her on the couch, and put my head on her legs. 

Basma: mama?

Hind: hala mama?

Basma: enti tben Zaid ytzwj 9a7?

Hind: aked ya mama! Ahm ma 3ly s3adtkm. 

Basma: 6yb shofi ana bgolk shy, Zaid mst3d y56b for now bes ma ytzwj ela b3den. 

Hind: 5leh ywafg yro7 yshof elbnt w rbi yktb eli feh el5eer!

Basma: bes mama, Zaid ma ybi Lulwa bnt 5alti ma9'awi! 

Hind: ajl meen ybi?

Basma: ybi Lama 9a7bti! 

Hind: NA3AM?! 5EER ENSHALLAH?


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