No Boundaries: Chapter2.

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Areen: mama pleaasee! Stop gushing about the guy it has been exactly 12 hours since we bumped into him.


Mom: no, it's been 12 hours since you bumped into him, w hwa tanna7 ib wajhik!

Areen: ma tanna7 bwajhi, could we please move on with our lives! I didn't even see his face properly!

Mom: because he is so amazingly tall?

Areen: no, because he has a huge nose and that was all I could see from down here.

My mother was acting like a teenager, ever since I turned 20 all she could think about was me finally falling in love and finding the one. You would think since she got married to the guy she loved when she was 18 and got divorced she would want me to be a bit older to make a good decision, but like the true teenage girl she is, she always fantasised about love.

Areen: mama, ma 3omrik ndmti 3la zwajk mn baba at such a young age?


She gasped as if I offended her or asked if her Chanel bag was fake.


Mom: la 6b3n! I loved your dad, bla9a7, I still do love him. W zwajy mna 36ani a7la w ahm shy fe 7yati! Enty!

Areen: 6b why did you ever get divorced if you both love each other so much?

She sighed and suddenly she looked as if she aged 10 years. Even though she looks 30, she is really 39.

Mom: mdri, we drifted apart I guess. We wanted different things with our lives, we had different ideas about what's good for you, and the fighting became too much to bare so we decided to take our own paths.

She smiled while remembering the past.

Mom: bes ana w ubok daymn kna ki4a.. Whenever we were together we couldn't bare to sit without fighting, bes lw we were apart we would always miss each other or want to be together. Gbl ma nt6lg officially he used to leave home a lot, so would I. B3den we decided to put an end to this whole messiness. We had you to look after, and we had to be responsible. So 8rarna nt6lg.


I could sense that her tears were very close to making an appearance so I decided to change the subject.


Areen: mama, bs2lk shy!

Mom: hala 7bebti..

Areen: w7da mn 9degati 3ndha boyfriend w they were so in love, ok? Bes gbl snten ki4a ha4a elboyfriend went through tough times. Elmohem 9ar yshrb w ygolha klam mo zen, w she basically almost always feels uncomfortable around him,  bes hee mo gadra ttrka! T7s ki4a ena 7ram he was there for her so lazm t9eer there for him.

My mother gave me a very understanding look as she nodded, and I knew that I was definitely busted.

Mom: well awlan, she shouldn't be in a relationship where she isn't appreciated. Thanyan, did he do anything physical to her?

Areen: NO! 6b3n, she's not stupid, ever since he started drinking she stopped all face to face contact with him.

Mom: kwys.. Honestly, loving someone with an  addiction is energy draining. Whether his addiction was to drugs, alcohol, or even to work it is mentally, physically, and emotionally draining. You have to move on you tried your hardest to make him get back on the right track but if he isn't listening, then what can you do? Especially when you live across the world. He has easy access to the one thing that consumes all his thoughts right now, so even if he still loves you, the addiction is all he can think about. 

Areen: I know, but I can't find it in me to make it all stop.

Mom: listen, you were in this relationship at such a young age. At the time, you both barely had any idea of what love even was! But you had him at time  where you were confused, and you had an emotional void to fill, and he helped. Ever since then, tw3dti 3leh. Also, you're kind of a loner, so you never needed any actual friends since you had him. Now, you grew up, and he never did. He turned to the bad side to ease his pain, you weren't the one he went to, and that is a sign. It was and still is the biggest sign, that you have to move on. Even if it takes you a lot of time. 


All I could think about was, how on earth did my mom find out about us? 

Areen: you're right..

Mom: akeed, I'm a mother.

I loved motherly mama, she was so calm and mature. As you may have guessed, the only actual person I spend time with is my mother. She is truly amazing, and she is the all-in-one package. She is a  mother when I want her to be, a friend almost always, and an uncontrollable teenager all the time. I am truly blessed. 

Areen: mama, 3adi we book an early flight to go back home?

Mom: leeh?

Areen: goly walla ma tz3len! 

Mom: mshtaga il abok?

Areen: yeah.. 

She sighed, I know that she was having fun here, especially with all the shopping. 

Areen: aw ana arj3 l7aly w enty stay here?

Mom: maby ag3d l7aly hena! 

Areen: 5la9 it's okay!

Mom: laa laa, bdwrlk raj3a w ana adbr nfsi.

I hugged her tightly, and jumped from excitement. 

Areen: walla you're the best!

Mom: adri!

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I woke up the next morning at 6:30AM again, so I decided to go down to Starbucks again. I threw on the first items of clothing I saw in front of me, and ended up wearing what looked like my mother's leather black leggings, and my extra large sweater. Nice I really out-did myself this time. 

I walked into the Starbucks, and gave Thu the usual half-smile and nod, but this time I actually kept my sunglasses on. I felt like this day was not heading to a good start. Just like the days before, I looked like an outsider to the people swarming this coffee shop at 6:45AM who are mostly businessmen, students, or joggers. 

I found the usual corner table I sit on, vacant I started believing that it actually had my name on it. My phone rang, and I sighed. I already knew the caller without looking at the ID.

Abdullah Calling

Yay! Lucky me, Abdullah is calling. 

Areen: hala..


Abdullah: hala bl7ub!

Areen: allaah! Sh3ndy m979e7een w raygen!

I regretted saying it the minute it came out of my mouth, Abdullah hated when I mention his drinking problem. 

Abdullah: Areen, la tl3ben blnar. Kam marsah gltlk la ttklmen 3n 4almw9'o3?! Ma tfhmen enti? 7mara?! Wla wish blak enti ha? 

Areen: ok ok asfah. 3bdullah, mshtahya a9b3' sh3ry!

Abdullah: goli 7beby mo 3bdullah. La t9b3'en, ana 3ajbni ha4a elloon.

I took a deep breath and gritted my teeth. I honestly have no idea why I'm in a relationship with a guy who treats me like I'm some piece of shit that got stuck on his shoe. 

Areen: ok whatever.

Abdullah: be nice.

It's because I love him, he loves me that's why I'm still with him. He just doesn't know how to show his love. I know that he has issues, I just can't bring myself to admit that it's affecting me too. 

I took a deep breath, and unclenched my fist. 

Areen: 7beby I need to go.. Bnam..

Abdullah: goleli enk t7beni ya a7la ma fe dnyty.

Areen: I love you.

Abdullah: laa, abek tgolenha bl3rbi.

Areen: a7bk. 

I closed the phone instantly. I got the usual goosebumps, and I was filled with disgust and self-loathing. A insanely weird girl like me, only needs an emotionally abusive relationship to add icing to the cake. My parents are great, but their divorce gave me attachment issues, the only other person I really loved is Abdullah. He is a terrible person right now, but he has his moments. 

?: sh7agga ch4abti?

I jumped out of my seat, I forgot that I was next to my new silent non talking buddy. 

Areen: ma atw83 my conversations are none of your business. 

?: ahlen, ana Yousef.

Areen: ok? Wsh asawelk? 

Yousef: 9arlna esbo3 njls jmb b39', atw83 w9lna mr7la lazm nt3rf.

Areen: uh? no?

Yousef: ok, keefich. Brd elsh3'li.

Talk about w-e-i-r-d-o.

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I curled the most stubborn strand of hair in all of my skull, and it still won't work out. To say I was frustrated would be an understatement. My phone rang and |I turned around to take it and the curler touched my neck, burning it a bit. Sh*t. That will not look good at all. Exactly what I needed, I'm skyping Abdullah in 5 minutes, and he will kill me the minute he sees this. The minute I thought of his name, the laptop started ringing with skype's ringtone. Yay, my luck is just so over the top right now. I answered, while taking a deep breath. 

Areen: Hi baby.

Abdullah: hala walla, wsh 4al7lawah?

Areen: I got dolled up just for you..

He smiled his cute one dimpled smile and I felt my cheeks turn bright red, and the minute I turned my face to other side from how shy I was he started screaming. 

Abdullah: AREEN?! What the f*ck is that?! 

Areen: wsho?

Sadly, my voice broke which didn't help my case at all. 

Abdullah: 7mar gdamk ana?! Goli el9dg ya klba! E3trfi ya glelat elshrf wladb! Wsh ga3da tsawen?! Ha4a ely y7bla bot ma 7olha rgeb. Ana mdri ssh mg3dni m3k len al7in, walla eni dari enk wa6ya. Walla Khaled gayly enk g*ba bes ana elklb eli df3t 3nk zy elahbl. Wa9'7 ena mob jay mnk wla 5eer w kl sh3'lk yjeb stad elwjh ya wa6ya. 

He actually spat on the screen as if I was in front of him. I was appalled.

Areen: I BURNED MYSELF TRYING TO WAVE MY HAIR TO LOOK GOOD FOR YOU, YOU SICK BASTARD. HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME AND THINK OF ME AS SOMEONE WHO IS CHEAP WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE OUT DRINKING ALL DAY AND SPENDING THE MONEY YOUR DAD WORKED ALL HIS LIFE TO MAKE ON THINGS THAT WOULD MAKE THE DEVIL ASHAMED. 

And with that I slammed the laptop shut. Wow, that felt, nice? I never thought I had it in me to say those things out loud. I guess I'm losing my patience with him. 




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