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Previously:
I exhaled and inhaled as fast as I could. I don't know why I'm so nervous. It's the day we've been waiting for, the day where to the world I'd be officially his and he'd be mine.
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I was sitting on the top of the stairs waiting for my mother's queue that the men left. It's official, he did it. My emotions are all over the place, I have no idea how I should feel, but I know one thing for sure, I am incredibly happy. Elyom 56bt elrjal, shoftna 9art w 5l9t w elyoum klshy y9eer rasmi.
My mom shooed me off the stairs with her palm, and I knew that they were leaving. So I ran back to my room before my dad could see me, and murder me for being too eager.
I was sitting on the top of the stairs waiting for my mother's queue that the men left. It's official, he did it. My emotions are all over the place, I have no idea how I should feel, but I know one thing for sure, I am incredibly happy. Elyom 56bt elrjal, shoftna 9art w 5l9t w elyoum klshy y9eer rasmi.
My mom shooed me off the stairs with her palm, and I knew that they were leaving. So I ran back to my room before my dad could see me, and murder me for being too eager.
I pretended to be reading a book on my couch when my bedroom's door was opened by my dad. I smiled at him, and blushed immediatly at his look.
Basma: wsho?
Dad: ert7ti al7in?
Basma: wsh ga9dk?
Dad: mabrook ya 7bebat abok!
Basma: allah ybark fek!
I went up to kiss the crown of his head when my sisters barged in the room.
Farah: he's so hot, basoma!
My eyebrows shot up in surprise, well this is awkward.
Farah: hehe, sorry baba.
Dad: ok, bro7 atrkom entom yalbnat tsolfon.
He looked as if it was the hardest thing for him, ever, to not laugh about what just happened.
Farah: BASMA! Mrra 7lo esh ha4a!
Basma: Fara7!
She smiled at me knowingly, and I shrieked out in embarrassment while I covered my face with my hands.
Farah: Basmaaa!
She said with an annoying overly girly tone, as if to make fun of me.
Farah: my baby is all grown up!
Basma: ma tdren ya Fara7 how relieved I am, a5ern after 3 long years it's all official.
Farah: psst, 6yb e3trfi!
Basma: wsho?
Farah: enti t6l3en m3ah, that's no secret, bes have you ever kissed him?
I blushed from the roots of my hairs to the tips of my toes.
Basma: never!
Farah: 3 years together, w not even once?
Basma: I would never let him, hw Fara7!
Farah: just checking! Momkin tgomen tro7en ttzwjena? Al7en?
I let out a sigh.
Basma: I wish it was that easy!
I was brought back to reality at the sound of my sister's laughter.
Farah: ethgliii! 3eeeeb!
Basma: Oops! Bes 9dg wallaaa!
Farah: I know what you mean. Ma 7ddo elmlka?
Basma: yooh, ma mdani as2al baba!
Farah: go ask him!
Basma: 3shan ydri eni 5fayfa!
Farah: golela 3shan adri meta abda ajhz.
Basma: you're a genius!
Farah: adri!
I ran out of my room as fast as I could, and on my way I met Zaid, we haven't really spoke much since the accident.
Zaid: so enti eli kan y7bha?
Basma: hah?
Zaid: enti elbnt eli kan 3bdul3ziz y7bha w ra7 w trk'ha?
Basma: Zaid..
Zaid: Basma, jawbi w bes!
Basma: Zaid, let it go. 5la9!
Zaid: 6yb, bes I'm sorry.
Basma: for what?
Zaid: for making him go away.
Basma: ok.
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I was singing every minute of that week, the happiness that was engulfing me was too good to be real.
He looked as if it was the hardest thing for him, ever, to not laugh about what just happened.
Farah: BASMA! Mrra 7lo esh ha4a!
Basma: Fara7!
She smiled at me knowingly, and I shrieked out in embarrassment while I covered my face with my hands.
Farah: Basmaaa!
She said with an annoying overly girly tone, as if to make fun of me.
Farah: my baby is all grown up!
Basma: ma tdren ya Fara7 how relieved I am, a5ern after 3 long years it's all official.
Farah: psst, 6yb e3trfi!
Basma: wsho?
Farah: enti t6l3en m3ah, that's no secret, bes have you ever kissed him?
I blushed from the roots of my hairs to the tips of my toes.
Basma: never!
Farah: 3 years together, w not even once?
Basma: I would never let him, hw Fara7!
Farah: just checking! Momkin tgomen tro7en ttzwjena? Al7en?
I let out a sigh.
Basma: I wish it was that easy!
I was brought back to reality at the sound of my sister's laughter.
Farah: ethgliii! 3eeeeb!
Basma: Oops! Bes 9dg wallaaa!
Farah: I know what you mean. Ma 7ddo elmlka?
Basma: yooh, ma mdani as2al baba!
Farah: go ask him!
Basma: 3shan ydri eni 5fayfa!
Farah: golela 3shan adri meta abda ajhz.
Basma: you're a genius!
Farah: adri!
I ran out of my room as fast as I could, and on my way I met Zaid, we haven't really spoke much since the accident.
Zaid: so enti eli kan y7bha?
Basma: hah?
Zaid: enti elbnt eli kan 3bdul3ziz y7bha w ra7 w trk'ha?
Basma: Zaid..
Zaid: Basma, jawbi w bes!
Basma: Zaid, let it go. 5la9!
Zaid: 6yb, bes I'm sorry.
Basma: for what?
Zaid: for making him go away.
Basma: ok.
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I was singing every minute of that week, the happiness that was engulfing me was too good to be real.
I brushed off the non-existent dust on the shoulder of my dress. I can't believe that this is really happening, I can't believe that today everything will become official. I will officially be his wife.
My phone rang taking me off my wonderland thoughts, and I answered absent-mindedly.
Basma: alo?
Aziz: hala 7bebti!
Basma: ahlen, wenk?
Aziz: ray7 el7lag w enti?
Basma: jalsa blbet ant9'er eli tswi elsh3r.
Aziz: m9dga eli ga3d y9eer?
Basma: lsa a7s ena kla 7lm, w 5ayfa a97a.
Aziz: 9dgeni ya glbi maho 7lm, ha4a 7gega, ana lki w enti ly. B3d b9'ab6 4 sa3at w no9, yji 7dod el5ams sa3at.
Aziz: m9dga eli ga3d y9eer?
Basma: lsa a7s ena kla 7lm, w 5ayfa a97a.
Aziz: 9dgeni ya glbi maho 7lm, ha4a 7gega, ana lki w enti ly. B3d b9'ab6 4 sa3at w no9, yji 7dod el5ams sa3at.
Basma: this is real.
I inhaled and exhaled, loudly.
Aziz: a7bk.
Basma: 3yar!
Aziz: a7bk, more than you can ever know tra.
Basma: 7ta ana a7bk.
After a while of talking we hung up.
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Basma: how do I look?
Mom: tjaneneeen!
Basma: phew, km bagi?
Mom: mfro9' bdo 5la9.
We sat in a room; me, my mother, my sisters, my best friends, and his mother, we waited for them to bring me the marriage certificate that I had to sign. We chatted and laughed, we talked about every embarrassing thing in my childhood that my mother and sisters could remember. The mothers discussed how many grandchildren they want from me and Aziz.
We waited an hour.
The hour turned into two, and no one said anything yet.
My mother started to worry that something wrong had happened, so she called Zaid to see what was going on from their end. She hung up the phone with her face looking pale.
Basma: mama, wsh fek?
She shook her head and gave me a reassuring smile that I wasn't so sure I believed.
Mom: mafeni shy ya mama.
Basma: akeed?
Mom: ee, don't worry.
Basma: 6b leh t25ro?
Mom: elshee5 t2a5ar.
I instantly felt relieved, even though my gut was telling me that that wasn't all that was to the story.
Basma: ymkn t2a5ar bMilka thanya wla shy.
Mom: ee..
The 2 hours turned to 3. Slowly it became 4 hours of waiting, and I was losing my patience. What is happening? I decided to call Zaid myself, since me and Aziz made a pact not to call each other except when everything is official.
Basma: Zaid? What the hell is happening? Leh t25rna lha4i eldraja?
Zaid: Basma..
Basma: momkin ttklm?
Zaid: Basma, 3ziz ma ja.
Basma: what? ssh y3ny ma ja?
Zaid: y3ny elmlak mwjod w klshy bes 3ziz mo feh. Jalsen n7awl ndg 3leh bes ma yrd.
Basma: he couldn't have left me!
Zaid: 6b wena! Meta a5er mra klmteh?
Basma: el3a9er!
Zaid: well jalsen nklma bes mo jals yrd, jrbi enti?
My phone was making noises, it showed that I had a call waiting from Aziz.
Basma: ha4a hwa jals ydg! He's calling me!
Zaid: kwaiys es2aleh wenah w lesh t2a5ar.
Basma: 6yb!
I hung up from Zaid, and answered Aziz's call immediately.
Basma: 3ziz, wenk?!
-: 3fwn e5ti ana mo 3ziz, enti e5ta?
Basma: la2, ana 56ebta, leeh?
-: ana mt2asef eni m9'6ar agolk ha4a el5br 3la eltelephone bes 56ebk twafa b7adeth syara.
xo
It hurt me, and crushed my heart to pieces to write this chapter, but since I'm retelling the story as it happened I have to say this. The reason why I was so late with chapter wasn't because it wasn't written, I wrote it 3 days ago but I couldn't post it. I couldn't get myself to post it; I'm sorry I guess I get too attached to my characters but that's the way I am. Stay tuned for the finale.
Love,
Halah.
Aziz: a7bk.
Basma: 3yar!
Aziz: a7bk, more than you can ever know tra.
Basma: 7ta ana a7bk.
After a while of talking we hung up.
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Basma: how do I look?
Mom: tjaneneeen!
Basma: phew, km bagi?
Mom: mfro9' bdo 5la9.
We sat in a room; me, my mother, my sisters, my best friends, and his mother, we waited for them to bring me the marriage certificate that I had to sign. We chatted and laughed, we talked about every embarrassing thing in my childhood that my mother and sisters could remember. The mothers discussed how many grandchildren they want from me and Aziz.
We waited an hour.
The hour turned into two, and no one said anything yet.
My mother started to worry that something wrong had happened, so she called Zaid to see what was going on from their end. She hung up the phone with her face looking pale.
Basma: mama, wsh fek?
She shook her head and gave me a reassuring smile that I wasn't so sure I believed.
Mom: mafeni shy ya mama.
Basma: akeed?
Mom: ee, don't worry.
Basma: 6b leh t25ro?
Mom: elshee5 t2a5ar.
I instantly felt relieved, even though my gut was telling me that that wasn't all that was to the story.
Basma: ymkn t2a5ar bMilka thanya wla shy.
Mom: ee..
The 2 hours turned to 3. Slowly it became 4 hours of waiting, and I was losing my patience. What is happening? I decided to call Zaid myself, since me and Aziz made a pact not to call each other except when everything is official.
Basma: Zaid? What the hell is happening? Leh t25rna lha4i eldraja?
Zaid: Basma..
Basma: momkin ttklm?
Zaid: Basma, 3ziz ma ja.
Basma: what? ssh y3ny ma ja?
Zaid: y3ny elmlak mwjod w klshy bes 3ziz mo feh. Jalsen n7awl ndg 3leh bes ma yrd.
Basma: he couldn't have left me!
Zaid: 6b wena! Meta a5er mra klmteh?
Basma: el3a9er!
Zaid: well jalsen nklma bes mo jals yrd, jrbi enti?
My phone was making noises, it showed that I had a call waiting from Aziz.
Basma: ha4a hwa jals ydg! He's calling me!
Zaid: kwaiys es2aleh wenah w lesh t2a5ar.
Basma: 6yb!
I hung up from Zaid, and answered Aziz's call immediately.
Basma: 3ziz, wenk?!
-: 3fwn e5ti ana mo 3ziz, enti e5ta?
Basma: la2, ana 56ebta, leeh?
-: ana mt2asef eni m9'6ar agolk ha4a el5br 3la eltelephone bes 56ebk twafa b7adeth syara.
xo
It hurt me, and crushed my heart to pieces to write this chapter, but since I'm retelling the story as it happened I have to say this. The reason why I was so late with chapter wasn't because it wasn't written, I wrote it 3 days ago but I couldn't post it. I couldn't get myself to post it; I'm sorry I guess I get too attached to my characters but that's the way I am. Stay tuned for the finale.
Love,
Halah.
