Thursday, June 25, 2015

2:48

"It's 2:48AM and I'm starting to miss you all over again.."

I read the sentence over and over again. Ironically it is 2:48AM, and I miss him more than words can say. I looked up at my nonexistent baby bump and felt the tears clouding my vision. How can  I miss someone who left me when I needed him more than anyone else? How can I miss someone who lied to me and left me stranded? How can I miss a guy who got me knocked up without marriage? How can I miss a guy who promised me love, marriage and a life full of happiness but instead ruined my life?

No matter what I do, and no matter what happens my life cannot get worse. I tossed and turned in bed, but it was all useless. I couldn't sleep even if my life depended on it. Tomorrow is a big day and I need as much rest as I can get. I told my parents that I was travelling with my friends, and I am but not for a vacation. I'm going to Egypt to get an abortion. I'm not as good of a girl as everyone thinks. You see it all started when I wanted to rebel against my parents, a couple of years ago. When we all looked much younger than we are. 

Flashback:

Akrah omi w oboy w akrah keef y3amloni! Akrah kef y7son el7yat bes 3nhom w 3n mshaklhom els5efa! 

Nora: Maryam, you will regret this. 

I exhaled loudly, while putting on my lipstick. When will my friend get that I don't have the perfect little family she has?! 

Maryam: Nora, 7bebti esm3eni ana ma 3endi ahal yrboni, fahma? Ana 3ndi om sh3'lt'ha 3zaym w sfr m3 9degat w akbr hmomha swara Van Cleef w slsal Cartier w sa3h Rolex. Alzm ma 3leha elwald y36eha flos, w m36ya bagi 7yat'ha 9'hrha.. W oboy? Allaah ha4a salfa thanya! Mstans m3 zojta elthanya w mskt omi blflos wl7oreya eli m36eha iyaha! W a5wani kln lahi b7yata m3 azwaja w 3yala, walla lw a6l3 mn elbet shahr w arj3 ma7d dra 3ni.

Nora: bla hbl 3ndk ana, w aked yhtmon fek. 

Maryam: ee omy tdg 3la elsh3'ala tet2akad eny 3aysha.

Nora: 6yb y3ny bt6l3en m3 ha4a wsh esma? Ahh ee Fawaz! 

Maryam: ee b6l3 m3ah, mo 3nad knt a3and al7in 7beta.

Nora: 7beteh mnjd? 

Maryam: ee! 7beta. W hwa m36eni el7nan wl ehtemam eli m7d mn ahali m36eni eyah.

Nora: walla ana mo mrta7a lh, abdn. 

Maryam: 3omrk ma ert7ti elshy enti a9ln! 

Nora: Maryam 3shani la t6l3en m3ah e7sasi ygoli ena ha4e mo fat7at 5eer! 

Maryam: yarbeh mnk! Bye ana b6l3 w enti 5lek 3la glbk eli y36ek e7sask. 

Nora: take care, don't let him take advantage of you.

Back to reality. 

If only I had listened to her at the time, if only. Then things would've been a whole lot different, but what's meant to be will be. So no use in regretting now, the deed is done. My god I was so stupid to give up as easy as that to him. To think that I trusted him! 

Flashback:

Nora: Maryam lw sm7ti bts7ben 3ly 3shan Fawaz?!

Maryam: Nora walla Fawaz jay elriya9' bes youmen w byro7 enty 3ndy 6ol elwagt.

Nora: I still don't trust him.

Maryam: it's been 5 years, yalla 3ad elwld walla 7lel w y7bny! B3den tra mo awl mrra a6l3 m3h! 

Nora: 3arfa bes hlmrra e7sasi ygol m7a t3di 3la 5er!

Maryam: e7sask ha4a ma ysht3'l ela lma ykon Fawaz blsalfa! 

Nora: l2ni mo mrta7tla, mn elbdaya. 

Maryam: Nora shofy ana mo nfs elbzr eli 5awtah when she was 17! I'm 22 now, and I think I'm old enough to know el9a7 mn el3'l6 w kman la tnsen eno al7in t5rjt mn eljam3h w 9arlh hwa ysht3'l snten fa w9'3na al7in bltmam, b3den wha gal jay ygoli 5br 7lo, akeed by56bni! 

Nora: yarab yarab tkonen enti el9a7 w ana el3'l6.


I went out with him that day, and that's when everything went from great to terrible.

~

Maryam: Fawaz, la! Tkfa! 

Fawaz: 6yb leh ya Maryam? Ana a7bk w b56bk 3adi.

Maryam: hw la aked mob 3adi! 

Fawaz: lesh 6yb?!

Maryam: L2na 7ram! 

Fawaz: bes e7na n7b b39' w bntzwj mar7 tfrg! W a9ln mo 3la kefk.


~

Letni mt gbl a6l3 m3ah 4ak elyom. 

Letni mswya 7adith gbl aw9l bet'h! 

Letni w esh yfed al7in letni w ana ent'hk 3r9'i w shrfi w engl3 w trkni. 

Ana el7mara eli ma knt asm3 klam Nora! 

I walked into the empty huge mansion I call home, and screamed the loudest I could. I wanted to let out my anger. No amount of screaming could help. As if sensing how much I needed her, my phone rang. 

'Nora'

My perfect little friend, she doesn't need my problems, or my messed up life! I always drag her into those stupid issues, and she always sticks around to help. This time I decided that I won't tell her about anything. 

I went up to my bedroom and slept for the longest time I could after I showered and practically scrubbed my skin off. I woke up sore, heartbroken and most of all scared. What the hell did I get myself into?! I wasn't supposed to end up like this. I did end up like this and this is my fault. 

I cried relentlessly for days, and the maid who has been my nanny for 20 years, also she was always like a mother. Came into my room, to snap me out of the dark hole I buried myself into. She even threatened to call my mom and she knew how much I didn't want that.

Christina: ya habibti ya Maryam, why you cry? Tell me, what happen that boy he break up with you?

I nodded, and burst into more tears while hugging her.

Christina: why you cry over him? He is not good. He left you, and you're the most beautiful girl.

Maryam: I'm not crying over him, I'm into so much trouble Christina. If mama and baba find out they will kill me.

Christina: why what did you do?!

Maryam: Christina, he ra-hiccup-ped me.

I heard a gasp and a liquid spill from someone at the door. I looked up, and it was Nora. 

Nora: HE DID WHAT! THIS IS WHY YOU HAVEN'T BEEN ANSWERING MY CALLS?! 

Maryam: Nora please la t39ben! 

Nora: ela b39b! Leh ma tgolenly!

Maryam: l2n elsalfa tfshl! Ana knt 3'bya! I didn't listen to you and you warned me continuously  and I ignored you. I thought he loved me. 

I went back to crying, now harder than ever. Christina put her hands over her head, and started mumbling some curses in Filipino. I've been around her long enough to understand some of her language. 

Nora: ya weli! Sweti t7lel?

Maryam: t7lel wsho?

Nora: t7lel ha4a shsma 7g ele3'te9ab!

Maryam: la 6b3n! 

Nora: wsho eli la2 6b3n mjnona enti mfro9' r7ti w bl3'ti w sweti t7lel!

Maryam: aha, aro7 abl3' w ana eli ray7tla bnafsi? B3den men a9ln by9dgni?! 

Nora: ana a9dgk! Yarabeh al7in it's too late. 

Maryam: oh my god!! OHMYGOD! Sh*t sh*t sh*t!

Nora: wsho?? 

Maryam: Nora lw knt 7amil??

Nora fainted, and Christina slapped her hands on her face.

Christina: ya allah enti ya mjnona al7in i7na esh nsawy?

I lost all connection with the reality I'm living and stared literally at nothing.


Back to Reality.

I wiped the tears off my damp cheeks, it became a routine for me to cry almost everyday since I found out that I'm actually pregnant. I hated the fact that that my recklessness brought this human being into the world. This baby doesn't deserve me, and I certainly don't deserve being put in this situation. Well I kind of do. 

My phone rung, and I jumped awake. It was my mother calling, really mama at 3 AM?

Maryam: alo?

Mother: hala, 7bbty shlonk sh5bark?

Maryam: kwysa el7mdellah. 

Mother: Maryam mama shftlk 4ek elbracelet fe Van Cleef allah bes tjnen! Tbenha mama?

Maryam: eli wdk mama!

Mother: 5la9 bjeblk eyaha.


I exhaled, a bit too loudly. I didn't need another bracelet that costs more than my university education, I needed a mother but she didn't understand that concept. At least when it came to me she didn't. I needed her home after I got raped, I needed her lap to rest my head on and cry on. My mother is a kind woman I know that, but I also know that her priorities aren't exactly me and my life. 

Mother: ee w Maryam mama tben shan6at chanel wla Hermes? T3rfen 3ad ana fe Paris fa 8rart bshtri only french brands.

And she laughed, I laughed too. I felt a strange feeling of security when she called. After I heard her voice, I felt a comfort that I only get when I talk to  her. She may have not been much of a mother for the past 22 years, but she is still my mother. 

Maryam: eli wdk mama, w lw ykonon elthnen a7la w a7la!

Mother: aked w ana 3ndi a3'la mn Maryam!

I smiled, my mother did love me.

Maryam: mama, meta jayya?

Mother: walla knt bji bokra bes damk msafra m3 elbnat shkli bmded sfrti thlath asabee3.

I laughed internally, like it mattered if I was home or not. I appreciated the effort though. 

Maryam: 5la9 ajl, ashofk b3d thlath asabe3!

Mother: Maryam leeh ma tjen 3ndi?

Maryam: hah? la mama ana msh3'ola m3 tgdem 3la w9'ayf w ki4a.

Mother: eeh. 

I hung up after our routine 'i love you' s. 

I woke up the next day with huge black bags under my eyes. I put on sweatpants and a shirt that said 'I woke up like this', hah how suiting. I slipped on my hermes slippers, my huge sunglasses, and picked my huge tote. I went down, and went straight into the car. Christina followed me into the car with a sandwhich.

Christina: Mimi, please eat something. 

Maryam: Christina mabi, b3den wsh hal ree7a el5aysa! 

Christina: wsho ree7a kaysa? Enti kaysa! 

Maryam: Christina please, mabi akl. 

Christina: you have to because you...

She pointed at my stomach with her eyes. 

Maryam: a9ln ana ya Christina msafra 3shan ma y9er..

And I also pointed at my stomach with my eyes. 

Christina: enti mjnona walla rbi y76k nar!

Maryam: hw wsho rbi y76ni nar! 

Christina: ento muslim ygol ha4a mwt baby 7ram! 

Maryam: ha4a mo baby, ha4a mo9eba! 

Christina shook her head. 

Christina: enti mo9eba, yalla Nora eji. 

I smiled at her. 

Nora went into the car and slammed the door shut. 

Maryam: allah allah, shfeh el7lo m39b? 

Nora: wld 3mti dg 3la oboy, galh ab56b Nora!! W oboy gal ha4e elsa3a elmbaraka!

Maryam: m39ba leeh?? 

Nora: allah ysalmk, ha4a wld 3mti ma54 mglb bnfsa, w shen, w snona 9afra, w sh3ra 6wel mzyt, 9ra7a tgrft w ana a7akek. Hw yalla mo3taz wsh feek ro7 ma6ar!!!  

Motaz: enshallah, 3amity Nora. 

I laughed silently at Nora's nagging. She hated her dad's side, and no one should blame her. They always hated her mother, and tried to turn her dad against them. 

Maryam: agoul erf9'eh!

Nora: la walla? 3la asas oboy byrf9' wld e5ta! 

Maryam: akeed y3ny enti ma tbena mo lazm!

Nora: oboy ma 9dg ena wld e5ta el3zeza el7beba eli g3dt 9'da 6ol 3omraha 3shan zwaja mn omi, tbeni ana Nora elwldha.

Maryam: walla ya bnt el7lal klshy bldenya yhon.

Nora: ya allah! Asfa! Shofeny at7l6m 3la moshklti w hya ya 93'rha 3ndk! 

Maryam: la please nset 3n nfsi w mo9eebti elftra!!

Nora: ya bnt el7lal ana m6mna mn eli bnsweh, trah 7ram...

Maryam: Nora ana mar7 ajeb hlno9eba 3la eldnya w a5leha tt34b!

I whispered the last part so Moataz wouldn't hear. 

Maryam: agol Mo3taz, swa Sami check in llshn6? 

Mo3taz: ewa ya 3ammah. 

I nodded absent-mindedly. 

~

I sipped my latté while staring at the sea in front of me, trying to tune out the world.

Nora: alo?? E5tii 9a7ya entii? W9lti 7lm rgm sb3-63sh shklk! 

Maryam: hah? 7lm rgm 20 w enti el9dga a7sn 10 mrat mn elwa83 elzbala 7agi.

Nora: goli el7amdellah ya bnt el7lal, ha4a 89'a2 w 8adar! 

Maryam: allouhma la e3tera9'... Ahh.. Elmohem bokra mow3di, btjen m3i?

Nora: la abad jarrah nfsi elm9r 3shan ana9'r elmana9'er el5laba, wsh rayk y3ny??

Maryam: asfa asfa so2al 3'bi 3rfah.

Nora: elmohem, gomi gomi 5n nro7 nmshi 3la elb7r.. 

Maryam: ok! Yarabi mshtahya sandwhich jobna m3 mraba! 

Nora: bdena 7rkat elw7m??

Maryam: 7amel w y7gli! 

And for a moment there, everything felt normal even though nothing about me was normal. 

~

I was tapping my foot slightly while sitting on the clinic's waiting chair. I had black sunglasses covering half of my face, so no one would recognize me. Nora was walking back and forth relentlessly, driving almost everyone in the clinic insane. 

?: m3lesh e5ti momkin twgfen t'hzrn jals'h twtreni w ana jay hena bdon monasaba. 

My heart was stuck in my throat thumping loudly, sh*t s3oudy!

Maryam: ok..

It was a safe answer so he wouldn't know where I'm from. After waiting for a couple of hours, I was way too tired and angry. I went up to the receptionist, and asked her why my appointment was delayed. 

Nurse: m3lesh ya madame howa a9ln e7na ma 3ndna ela 3'orfa wa7da w eldiktoor eltani mt6w3 fa bydrs el7ala blawl..

Doctor: erm Nawal! 

Nurse: ewa ya basha?

Doctor: km mrra agolk ana ma amsk 7alat elejha9'?!

She smacked her palm over her mouth.

Maryam: m3lesh bes ana mst3jla! 

In my hurry to do this, I didn't realize that the doctor is actually Saudi.

Doctor: m3lesh e5ti bes momkin td5len el3yada w ntklm shwy? 

I was shaking, and scared shitless to put it mildly. 

~

In the Doctor's office I was shaking to a degree, that it looks as if I'm put on vibrate. 

Doctor: m3lesh e5ti momkin ttrkena l7alna? 

Nora gave me a nervous look. I nodded, even though I was nervous I felt safe. I know that this sounds crazy, but it's oddly the truth. 

Maryam: shof doctor, lw sm7t 6lbtk la trdni, ent shklk ensan mo7tram w glbk aby9', 6lbtk estr 3ly w la tf9'7ni. 

Doctor: akeed, la t5afeen. Bes ana 3ndi 6lb b3d..

Maryam: eli tbeh! 

Doctor: la tsg6en eli bb6nk!

Maryam: eli tbeh ela ha4i, doctor tbi ahali y4b7oni?! Ana mo mtzwja ent 3arf esh y3ny ana mo mtzwja y3ny ha4a eli fe b6ni wld 7ram w ra7 y4b7oni ahali gbl la akml 7ta thlath sh'hor lw dro! 

Doctor: bes eli btswena 7ram..

Maryam: bes ana kman ma 3ndi 7al thani men elrjal eli ra7 yr9'a bbnt mo3't9ba w 7amil?!

And just like that I burst into tears. 

Doctor: ana...

With that being said, I gasped a loud gasp and hiccuped out of shock. What on earth did he just say?! 

Maryam: hah?

Docto: esm3eni, ana rjal 3omri 32 sana, I have never thought about marriage, a5i4 ejaza mn dwami blmstashfa Alflani, 3shan aro7 at6w3 bMostaw9fat zy ha4a m7tajen doctors ysht3'lon, w 9ra7a ana ma ar9'a bl7ram bes e7sasi ygouli enk bnt 7lal w eno salftk tfsr kl shay 9ayrlk.. B3den ana ensan mo2men fe en mafe shy 9odfa, y3ny mktob lk tjen ha4i el3yada flyom eli ana mt6w3 feh, w mktob ly ana eni atzwjk w astr 3lek. shofi ya bnt el7lal ana mst3d atzwj w astr 3lek w a5lek trben elwld ha4a bes la tsg6ena, la trtkben ethm fe ro7 rbi ba3'i enha t9er mwjoda 3la hlkon. Esm3i, fkri bklami w e4a ma e8tan3ti ana mar7 akon mdawm bokra w fe doctor mdawm mkani 3shan ymdek tswen el3mlya. W e4a e8tn3ti ha4a elhotel eli ana saken feh. T3ali elsa3a 2 bkon atn9'rk blLobby, w jebi 9degtk m3k. W e4a ma jeti, tra 3adi mtfahm..

I took the hotel's card from his hand while my mouth was wide open. Is this real? I went out of his office, still shocked from what he told me. Could I do it? My hand subconsciously fell to my stomach. I think I actually could. Nora saw my shocked face, and automatically assumed that he threatened to tell my parents but I quickly explained everything he said, and her face suddenly brightened with happiness! 

Nora: Maryam! Ha4a elrjal mrsol lk mn rbi! La trf9'en 6lba! 

I was still too shocked for words, was she actually serious?! I'm a used girl, who's pregnant, bl7ram. 

Maryam: 9a7ya enti?!

Nora: ee 9a7ya million blmeya enti eli mo 9a7ya! Agolk ha4a mrsol lk mn rbi 3shan ystr 3lek  w ymn3k mn el7ram, ya Maryam ha4a howa el9a7! 

I rubbed my hands on my face, and massaged my temples. 

Maryam: mdre mdre! 5alena nakil w arj3 elhotel w ast5eer w ashof. 

And I did, and everything in me was screaming do it, except my heart. I was scared that this offer wasn't out of the goodness of his heart, that he maybe wanted something from me. Then again he could take anything he wanted of me, my family's money, my family's connections, what he's doing is much more than anything money could ever buy.  So I have finally come to a decision..

~

Nora: Doctor Mansour!

I laughed it was the 5oth time she was trying to say his name..

Maryam: salamat mama? Wsho l3ba howa?

Nora: la bes fkri feha! Mansour w Maryam! You're names match! 

Maryam: they do, almost as if we are meant to be and all that crap.

Nora: it's  not crap, you are meant to be. 

Maryam: walaaiiin bdena enti b3d! 

Nora: gomi gomi, mo howa galna bynt9'rna blLobby?

Maryam: ee! 

Nora: ajl yalla mn hena! 

~

I exhaled and inhaled a little too many times, today was my wedding day, and we're exactly a month and 2 weeks after the day me and Dr.Mansour met. My mother was shocked when she learned that I wanted to get married, but I'm her only daughter so she was extremely ecstatic. She planned every last detail of the wedding and I couldn't be happier because I couldn't care less what color were the flowers, and what shape was the wedding cake, but it was all what my mother cared about. And that made me happy. 

I sat on the Kosha, smiling my bright signature smile. Even though I didn't give my mother a lot of time to plan this wedding but she sure has out done herself. She booked a huge wedding hall, and hired the most famous and expensive wedding planners and yet somehow everything worked out perfectly. After 3 days, we are heading to the United states to live there until I give birth so no one would notice anything. 

~

7 months later, I had a beautiful baby girl and we named her 'Malak'. We came back to Saudi without telling anyone, and what everyone on the outside knew was that I delivered a premature baby that died on birth. So, one day after Malak was a month old Mansour took her to the nearest mosque and put her beside the door, in a basket.  After the prayer ended, the men went out and a lot of commotion happened. 

Man #1: ya rbi ya kareem, el6f bna. 

Man #2: ya 7ram, meen by3tni feha ha4i?

Mansour: ana! Tkfon ana! Zojti wldt gbl wgtaha w twft bntna w mtshfgen 3la bnt, 5loni arbeha! 


And we did raise her. I got to keep my daughter, and marry a man who loved me and I loved. No one else ever knew.


xo 

The point of this story is to never lose hope, no matter how big of a problem you're facing somewhere out there is always a solution. 


 ( وَلَسَوْفَ يُعْطِيكَ رَبُّكَ فَتَرْضَىٰ )

((فَقُلْتُ اسْتَغْفِرُوا رَبَّكُمْ إِنَّهُ كَانَ غَفَّارًا ))

 ( فَإِنَّ مَعَ الْعُسْرِ يُسْراً * إِنَّ مَعَ الْعُسْرِ يُسْراً )

((وَاصْبِرْ لِحُكْمِ رَبِّكَ فَإِنَّكَ بِأَعْيُنِنَا)) 

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Fate 2.0: Part2

I missed writing, and this story so so much.

I hope you like it!

-

Previously:

A few more hours later, the doctor went out of the delivery room, and asked Faisal the most painful question anyone could be asked.

"I'm sorry, bes ent m9'6ar t5tar ben zojtik w wldk. L2n ma n8dar nn8i4 elthnen." 


All Faisal could think about was, Maha would never forgive me for this choice but I can't pick a baby over her. I can't live knowing that I was the reason she lost her life, we can always have another baby, but when will I ever find  someone like Maha?

After long and deep thinking, Faisal made his choice. He was picking his wife, so he nodded absent-mindedly to the doctor and said loudly with finality;

Faisal: zojti, bes e4a fe shy momkin tswonah w ma y7rmni mn wldi wla zojti ra7 akon mamnon lkom 6ol 3omri.

Faisal kept his hopes high, and prayed to god nonstop. He hoped with all his heart and soul that he won't have to lose any of the people who he considers the centre of his universe. He turned to Anoud&Maha's mother.

Faisal: 5alti? 3noud? E4a entom thnenatkom hena, Reemi 3nd meen?

Anoud: don't worry, I called Turki to pick her up from school w he's dropping her off at your mom's. 

Faisal: oh shokran, mfro9' s2lt mn awl bes bali kan msh3'ol.

Noura(Maha's mom): 3la 6ari, ma kan 3ndkom mw3d enty w Turki elyom?

Anoud blushed at that question and made a gesture with her head as if to point out that Faisal was still there, but there was no need since Faisal basically knew everything. 

Flashback:

Faisal and Maha were laying down on the couch, with Reem playing with her dolls on the carpet. Faisal was absent-mindedly rubbing Maha's bump while he was extremely focused on the show he was watching. 

Maha: t9dg Faisal, mrra ra7ma 3anoud w Turki.

Faisal: leeh tr7menhom 7bebti?

Maha: they've trying to get pregnant for a while now w lsa wla shy.

Faisal: hw 6be3i 7bebti twhom.

Maha: la mo twhom, yarb ena ana 7mlt bReemi on our honeymoon. Hom 9arlhom akthr mn sb3 sh'hor w they've been trying. Believe me, they've been trying a lot w ma nf3 shy.

Faisal laughed loudly at Maha's horrified facial expression. 

Faisal: enti esh d5lk b7yatk o5ok mn ha4e elnwa7e?

Maha: mo elmo9eba ena o5oy tzwj my bestfriend ma ynfa3 a5bi 3nha shy.

Faisal: alzm ma 3ly enk ma tgolen l5wati 3n asrarna!

Maha: wsh 3lek a9ln jals'h a36ehom n9ay7.

Faisal: 3la 3noud w Turki mafe ela enhom yshofon doctor..

Maha: shkla ki4aa. 

End of flashback.

Faisal paced back and forth for a couple more hours, dreading the news that he was going to hear. The couple of hours turned into 4. It doesn't feel right, why are they taking so long? When he was a few minutes closer to going insane, the doctor came out of the room with the most exhausted expression Faisal has ever seen.

Doctor: abshrk, gdrna nn8e4hom elthnen, m3 4alk zojtik f8dt dam kther fa t7taj trta7 elftra. 

Faisal nodded frantically, He needed to see her and his baby. 

Faisal: Doctor, momkin ashof Maha awl?

The doctor nodded with a small smile, and lead him to where his wife was resting. His face relaxed into a smile the minute he saw his wife laying peacefully in that bed. His overworking heart relaxed into a steady rhythm. He was brought back to reality when he heard the click of a closing door.

He went and sat next to her and held her hand. He prayed to god, that he keeps her alive; not only for him but for their kids too.

Maha: hmmm, Faisal? 

Faisal: 3yoni? 

Maha: shfta? 

Faisal: lsa, knt ant9'rk.. 

Maha: abeh Faisal, abe ashofa! 

She put her hand on her now nearly flat stomach, and winced in pain. 

Faisal: lma y5f elalm nro7la bl3naya.

Maha: leeh 7a6ena bl3naya? Reemi enwldt w heya a93'ar w ma 76oha bl3naya! 

Faisal: yeah, bes nab9'ah 9'3eef shwy.. La t5afen, bykon a7sn enshallah! Klshay bykon a7sn. 

Without being able to stop himself, a few tears escaped from Faisal's eyes and they dropped on Maha's hand. 

Maha: hw Faisal shfeek? 

Faisal: no more babies, mn 3'er shar. 

Maha: I'm fine

Faisal: you weren't fine, 5loni a5tar Maha! T3rfen wah m3nat 5loni a5tar? Mab3'a amir bHa4a elsh3or mrra thanya fe 7yati. 

Maha: 5laa9 e7na al7in kwysen, la t5af. 


A few hours later, after everyone left to go back home and rest. Maha turned to Faisal, and begged him that they go see their baby. He nodded hesitantly, and reached out for her hand. Maha put on her 3baa, and they started walking slowly to the nursery. The minute they reached the nursery and entered, they asked for their baby. 

The nurse lead them to another room, and asked them to wear gloves, shoe covers and some hairnets. They saw a tiny creature in a cubicle surrounded by machines everywhere. Both Maha and Faisal felt as if their hearts were constricting. 

Maha: ya glb omik enta, 7bebii..

Maha couldn't stop the tears that were streaming down her cheeks, that baby boy is a part of her. He's a piece of her heart and she prays to god she doesn't lose him. Faisal rubbed her back gently, and squeezed on her arm. 

Faisal: he'll be fine, la t5afen. 

Maha: esh nsameh?

Faisal: eli tben I'm up for it. 

Maha: allah y7f9'k, besmellaah.

Kmlt Maha, td3i for her son. 

xo 





Saturday, December 27, 2014

Fate 2.0: Part1

This is like a mini-seqeul for Maha&Faisal.

Enjoy!


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"Reem! You have 2 minutes to come down, or I'm leaving without you!"


My husband shouted from downstairs. I tied her little pigtails quickly, and pushed her gently to go down.


Maha: yallaa! Wla baba byro7 bdonik.

Reem: mommy, why are you not taking me to school?
Maha: mommy is tired 7bebi, I can't go to school with you.

Then her face went into an adorable pout, and she crossed her arms.


Maha: baba bya54ik, ana ajebk b3den, yalla! Smile, baby.

Reem: mama! Can you come take me from school with the baby? I told all my friends that my mom has a baby inside but they don't believe me.
Maha: m3lesh mama, the baby is not ready to come yet. He needs a week or two more. 
Reem: he's taking so long! 
Maha: it's okay, a few more weeks won't hurt.

She kissed the hand that was holding hers and my baby bump, we went down the stairs. Faisal took her bag from me, and then he leaned in to kiss me, but I turned at the last minute so he only got to kiss my cheek. I was still angry after our fight last night.


Faisal: Maha..

Maha: rou7, btt25r Reem 3n elmdrsa.
Faisal: Mahawi, lw sm7te..
Maha: 5la9 Faisal, mo wgta al7en wla ana ly 5lg.
Reem: bye mommy! Love you.
Faisal: yalla m3 elsalama 7bebti, entbhi 3la nfsk.

I blew a kiss to my daughter, because my 9 month pregnant bump wouldn't allow me to bend down properly, the minute I looked up and saw Faisal staring at me I dropped my smile. Mean? I know I wanted him to feel a bit more guilty before I let it go.


I wasn't as angry as I was pretending to be, but I needed him to feel guilty. He was asking me to stop working and I was never agreeing to that. I started feeling light, yet very painful cramps. Oh crap.


It's okay, it's all okay. I went up stairs to my room and packed my bag slowly, even though I was trying to be so calm the cramps were only minutes apart, and I don't think this is what's supposed to happen.

I took deep and slow breaths to calm myself down and to ease the pain. As I rubbed my stomach in soft circular motions, I speed dialled Anoud. She was the one to most likely not panic, plus she took this week off so she doesn't have work.


Maha: alo, shhhhhh..


I winced in pain while talking, but I tried as much as I can not to show it.


Anoud: MAHA! Esh feek?


Maha: cra-sh*t- mps.


Anoud: cramps? Mo contractions?


Maha: would I be wrong about this?


Anoud: wein Faisal?


Maha: twa mn 10 dgayg 6al3 hwa w- my god this isn't supposed to hurt like this.


Anoud: ana bl6reg, don't move! 


Maha: 3noud! 


I was about to scream blue murder at her, but thankfully she hung up on me. As more time passed, the cramps only got worse. I'm going to call Faisal, I don't care how mad I'm supposed to be at him I don't think the pain I'm going through is normal.


I punched in his number, and waited for him to answer and as usual I didn't wait for long. 


Faisal: babe?


Maha: Fai-aaaahhhh..


Faisal: shfeek?


You could hear the panic in his voice, and I was kind of regretting calling him because well he's driving. 


Maha: just, please please please come home. 


I paced through the house while taking long deep breaths. The maids were standing on one side watching out carefully for me, and not even 5 full minutes since I hung up on him Faisal came back. Before I could run up to him, my water broke. I looked down in panic, only to see that a little blood got mixed in too. I felt as if my heart was being squeezed by a force I can't push away; I can't lose this baby. I need to have this baby, not only for me but for my husband, and my daughter. 


Faisal: MAHA! Yalla goumi 7bebti nro7 elmstashfa.


I nodded and walked slowly to the door while one of the maids rushed to get me my 3baya. I took deep fast breaths, and started rubbing my stomach in circles. In one way, I was trying to do it to calm myself down but in another I was trying to make sure that my baby is still there. It was an extremely painful car ride, but Faisal had the radio 3la el8uraan and he held my hand all the while. He rushed me into the emergency section in a wheelchair, and started  shouting for the nearest nurse to come and help. 


Nurse: yes, sir? What is the problem?


Faisal: my wife is having a baby.


Nurse: it's ok, sir. It usually takes a while before the baby comes out. 


Faisal: you're not understanding me, my wife is having a baby and she's bleeding! She's not having contractions she's having cramps. I want a doctor to come see her, now!


Nurse: ok, sir. I will call the doctor now, you come with me to the delivery room. 


I swear I could feel Faisal's forced smile, and I could only imagine how intimidating he looked. Especially with his height and built. 


Faisal: thank you.


Three hours later I was laying on a bed soaked in blood; even after they gave 2 blood bags I was still losing more blood than I should. I was hanging on the last thread of patience that I had, and I was latched on my husband's hand. 


Doctor: Mr.Alx your wife's situation is getting more dangerous, we have to get her into surgery right now, because the baby's heartbeat is becoming weaker. 


Faisal looked at me for reassurance on what to do, and I nodded weakly. I was becoming extremely tired, and it wasn't because of the pain but because of the blood loss. I want that baby more than anything, and I'm willing to do whatever has to be done in order to keep it. Faisal kissed my forehead and hand, and read shwayat 8uraan. 


~


They took Maha into surgery and left Faisal with his stressful thoughts, but not for long because he was joined by Anoud and Maha's mother. He couldn't stop pacing, his heart was in that surgery room with the love of his life who he might lose any second now. He ran his hand through his hair for what might be the millionth time, and those dark thoughts started pushing into his overthinking mind. 


You're the reason she's in there now.


You wanted another baby.


You'll lose your wife because of your selfish decisions. 


You're the one behind all this pain.



A few more hours later, the doctor went out of the delivery room, and asked Faisal the most painful question anyone could be asked.


"I'm sorry, bes ent m9'6ar t5tar ben zojtik w wldk. L2n ma n8dar nn8i4 elthnen." 




xo

Monday, November 17, 2014

When will you be mine?: Chapter20 (Finale.)

Previously:

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.

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The sky could be falling on my head, and I wouldn't have noticed. The pain that I was going through could not compete with anything I've ever felt before. People would think I cried more tears than the Niel river, but I didn't shed even the smallest of tears. I don't think the pain I was going through could be cried because of. 


It was so deep into my soul, my heart, that I was numb. For three days, my vibrant smile that was tattooed to my face ever since you came back faded slowly and painfully. My dancing heart is now a punching bag for the blood that runs through my veins. 


"Basma, t3ali 3'ada!"


I shook my head at Lama's 50th failed attempt at trying to make me eat. I gave her the best smile I could muster up, which was more of a grimace. 



~


Day after day passed and slowly I took hold of my life again, and the most unexpected things happened. I was still going through the pain of losing him so, I did what I know how to do best; I wrote all my feelings into the little notebook I've kept since summer '08 when I met him. Even though I was getting way better at this, and the pain of his loss had turned into a dull ache. I still had no idea how I was supposed to go on with my life, and if what I was doing was right or not. It's 2014 now, almost 2015, which means it's been 4 years since his passing


و من بعده مرّت الايّام و كأنما أصابها شللٌ .. مرّت و كأنها تبدو واقفةً في نظر عيني .. عيني التي لم يسكنها غيره .. وقتُها، آمنت انّ القَدر يفوق الامنيات .. ويفوق الأراء .. يفوق جميع ما تسلقنا سلالم السماء لأجله .. فقدته فكانت القاضية .. جزعتُ حتى أيقنت انّ فقده لا يعزّيه شيء ..فكبرت و كبر ذلك الجرح معي .. فكان يغازلني بأن ّ لي بسمةً تشفي ما بداخله .. و لكن من بعده لم  يعد لي من اسمي نصيب .. مشى تياّر الحياة .. أخذني معه يمنةً و يسرة .. رفعني لأجد نفسي متعلقة في غيمة الفرح .. نسيت ما مضى .. ربما لا ، ولكني شاركت فرحي مع غيره .. و كتبني الله لغيره .. ألا ليت لي ضمير يهدأ فأعيش بسلام ! .. فيا ليت و يا ليت يصيبني فرحٌ بلا آلام .. أخبرني بأنها ليست خيانة .. أخبرني بأنك بسلامٍ و أمان.. ليت للزمان قلب ، فلا يقسى .. ليت له مشاعر فيعيدك لي يا "بسمتي" ..أجزمت بأن الوقت يداوي ما اصاب البشر من داء .. ولكن ليس كل شي في شرع الحب مستجاب ..

So to make things clearer for you all, I'll take you back with me to 2013. 2 years after Abdulaziz's death, allah yr7ma w y3'frla, someone proposed to me. At first, I got angry at my mother for even suggesting that to me. then I realized that she wanted what any mother would want for her kid, a happy life. So I didn't say no directly even though everything in me was screaming no; I believed I had to do it for my mother and father's sake. I told my mother I'd give whoever it is a chance since it's been two years since Aziz, but I wanted to know who it was first. 

Mom: Esma 3bdullah Alflani, mt5rj masters gbl snten w 9arla 4 snen ysht3'l bshareka w ysht3'l part-time m3 oboh. 

Somehow, his name sounds so familiar. Where did I hear it?

#Flashback:

Aziz: glbi, jaa 3bdullah al7in b9k w arj3 adg 3lek awl ma no9l, ok?

Basma: mrat ashek enk m56ob l3bdullah mo lya! 

Aziz: m7d ya54 mkank bglbi lw b3d 50 sna!

Basma: 6yyb nshof klamk ha4a hwa nfsa b3d 50 sna wla la2! Elmohim ya 7bebe entbh 3la nfsik w ent tsog. 

Aziz: enshallah, a7bk!

I could hear a few cat whistles in the background and I turned as the dress I was wearing.

Abdullah: allah 3lek ya Basma wsh sweti bwldna! Ar6n 3leh mn elyom elbokra w ma yrkz ela lw glna esmk! 

I laughed.

Basma: sa7erta!

Abdullah: shklk walla!

Aziz: ok! Enough t7shon feni yali ma tst7on! b3den hey 3boud ma tst7i t7aki 56ebte ki4a gdami?

Abdullah: wsh 7arg rzk ent? Basma 9degti, b3den tra ana a7la w a3'na w a4ka mnk y3ny lw mo klamk el7lo kan hey jayytni w tarketik! 

Aziz: al7in 9dg bmn3kom mn b39'.

I laughed and hung up.

#End of flashback.

What the hell? How did he even have the decency to come propose to me even though he knew how much I was, I mean am in love with his best friend. Basma, you have to snap out of it you already said yes to seeing him. You can ask him why then. I comforted myself with that idea, until it was time. 

I dressed in a wool grey dress that stopped right below my knees, black tights and ankle boots. I went down the stairs with every intention to fight this guy on his stupid move. How could he do this to his bestfriend? How could he just ignore everything they've been through, and just pretend like I was one minute away from marrying his bestfriend. 

I inhaled and exhaled probably more than I ever did my whole life. I went over what I was going to say to him over and over again in my head.

I went into the room quietly, and sat next to my dad. He talked to us both briefly, and then left the room I managed to smile politely through out the conversation even though I was fuming from the inside. The minute I was sure my dad could not hear us anymore, I turned quickly at him and gave him a death glare. 

Basma: what in hell are you doing here? 

Abdullah: Basma.. Ana lazm ashr7lk w9'3i!

I was about to burst out at him, but I stopped myself when I saw the honest pleading look on his face. 

Basma: I'm listening. 

Abdullah: gbl 4 snawat, gbl ma 3bdul3ziz allah yr7ma yro7 Australia byom, gali klma w ana w3dta eni bswela ha4a elshy w ana gd klmti. 6lb mni eni ahtm fek, w antbh 3lek. 

Basma: 3bdullah, ha4a zwaj mo mokalama bltelephone w ts2alne shlonik. Ha4i 7yat! B3den ttw83 3ziz byr9'a? 

Abdullah: ee! 

Basma: kef momkin ttjra2 tgol ena bywafg?

Abdullah: 3bdul3ziz 9degti mn yom enna 93'ar w hwa y7bk akthr mn ma y7b nfsa, w ana mt2kd ena m7a yr9'a enk tg3den 6ol 3omrch kitha bdon zwaj wla tkmlen 7yatik! Ana 9ra7a mst5eer w mrta7 lHa4a elzwaj wlbagi 3lek! 

Basma: ma a9dg! Y3ny wsho ma tbi ttzwj w7da t7bha? Mst3d ttzwj w7da w ent dari enha t7b 3'erk?

Abdullah: ana mo jay hena al3b ya Basma. I'm 100% serious!

~

I sat around the house distracted for days. I had no idea what was I supposed to do, I know that I can't put my life on hold just because I lost someone close to my heart, more like he was my heart, but that's how life is. 

Everything in me was urging me to push the whole idea of marriage away, if it wasn't Abdulaziz  then it shouldn't be anyone; but a nagging voice in my head had other thoughts. What the hell? Why was I even considering it? Because you deserve to be happy. A little voice in my head was screaming. I don't think I can ever be happy again, but what would it harm if I tried?


So I went with my instincts w b3d ma est5rt I approved, everyone was happy for me including Abdulaziz's mother even though deep down I could sense her sadness that it wasn't her soon so I went over to their house, so I could talk to her.

I sat down on the living room's couch, and started fiddling with my solitaire diamond ring and wedding band. Even though I was never truly married to him, I never took of those rings. They somehow made me feel more connected to him, and safer. His mother came into the room and gave me a radiant smile. 

(I have no idea what I named his mother so we'll just stick to Fatima, ok?:$)

Fatima: Basma 7bbty! 

Basma: ahlen 5alti! 

I stood up and kissed both her cheeks and the crown of her head as if she was my own mother-in-law.

Fatima: ahlen ya glbi, shlonk?

Basma: el7amdelila, 5alti enti kefk?

Fatima: walla ana kwysa, t3rfen lahya m3 el7fed eljded w kitha.

Basma: ee ya 7lwa mashallah! 

At that same minute a tiny pair of chubby feet stomped into the living room with Manal (Remember her? The girl Basma thought was engaged to Aziz but turned out to be engaged to his brother) holding him by him tiny hands. I immediately felt my eyes getting flooded with tears whenever I saw that little boy, seeing him always made me so happy and I think part of that reason is because he looks so much like his uncle.

Basma: 3zoze! 7bebi! Come hug Aunty Basma! 

I crouched on my knees and spread my arms wide open while waiting for the feeling of his tiny chubby arms hugging me. I carried him the minute he reached my arms, and stood up. I kissed Manal's cheeks while still holding her soon, and caught up with her quickly. 

After an hour or two of just catching up with 5alti Fatima, and Manal I decided to just cut to the chase.

Basma: 5alti 9ra7a ana jet hena 3shan a7akek bshay. 

Manal: ana b6l3 fog a3'yr el3zoze w anwma.

Basma: Manal 3adi lw g3dti tra manti 3'reba.

Manal: adri ya glbi, bes lsa ana agdr a3rf b3den.

5alti Fatima smiled gently and proudly at her daughter-in-law and her grandson.

Fatima: yazenha hlbnt walla. 

Basma: ee walla t'hbl mashallah.

Fatima: smi 7bebti, wsh b3'eti tgolen?

Basma: 5alti 9ra7a mdri shlon abda..

Fatima: tben nnt9'r 3lia? 

Basma: la la 3lia t3rf, bes ana 9ra7a ma b3'et akmel elmw9'o3 ela w ana mstshertik w ma54ah mowaf8tik.

Fatima: tgdmlk wa7d?

I was shocked, how did she know? I didn't bother to reply with words since I knew I was most likely going to break down, so I simply nodded. 

Fatima: shofi ya bnti, enti twk 93'era 3omrk 21 sana, w gdamk 7yat kamla ma ynf3 t5len shy ywgf b6regik. Adri enk knti t7ben 3bdul3ziz, w klyom yakil glbi elnadam eni knt raf9'ah fekrt zwajkom bes eli 9ar 9ar wla agdr a3'yr elma9'i bes mosta7eel ar9'a eni akon sbab mn asbab t3astik bl7yat. Enti bnt 93'era gdamha el7yat klha, ma tdren ymkn elwld ha4a rbi katblk s3ada m3ah akbr mn eli 3shteha m3 3ziz w 7ob agwa mn 7obk el3bdul3ziz.

She took my left hand into both of hers, and looked at me with a proud motherly smile when she saw the rings.

Fatima: Basma, ana a7bk zy ma a7b 3lia, w Manal. Enti blnesba ly bnti eli ma wldt'ha, wgftik m3i fl9'rof eli mret feha ma kant glela, m3 eni darya enk knti t7sen bNfs kmyat elalm. Rbi ktb el3bdul3ziz wfat'h bhl3omr w allah y3w9'h shbabah bljannah bes agdr agolk w bkl wthog wldi mosta7eel yr9'alk enk twgfeen 7yatik 3shanah mthl ma ana mt2kda million blmeya enik mosta7eel tr9'en ena ywfg 7yat'h 3shank, est5eeri ya bnti w e4a mrta7a llwld fa ana awl w7da bwgf jmbk w bzfk 3ros enshallah. 

This time the tears that flooded my eyes were tears of happiness and comfort, tears of relief that this woman who's words were about to make or break my world was so supportive of me getting my life back. 5alti Fatima's words washed away every ounce of doubt I had, and most of the guilt I felt. 

Basma: 5alti, fe shy thani eli mtgdm ly hwa 9deg 3bdul3ziz, allah yr7ma, 3bdullah.

Fatima: rbi ms5r el3bdul3ziz allah yr7ma akthr nas awfya2 lh, 7ta w hwa mtwfi. 3bdullah jana gbl ma ytgdmlk yst24na. 

I felt my heart warm at the thought that he kept Abdulaziz's family's emotions in mind. 


~


It's been exactly a year since Abdullah purposed, my life has been on a roller coaster ever since with lots of happy moments and a lot of sad ones too. As the ending of the year 2013 approached, Zaid and Lama's wedding date came closer, they too had to suffer through out their relationship but they got their happy ending eventually. It was a magical wedding, everything Lama ever dreamed of. She looked like an princess in a fairytale that day and I can't ever forget the image of her standing in that beautiful white gown with my brother smiling shyly right by here side. They couldn't take their eyes off each other that day, and I felt my heart flutter from happiness that they were finally this happy. I knew that throwing a huge wedding like that one wasn't easy for Lama, and it took a lot of convincing especially form my side since I was the main reason she didn't want such an attention grabbing wedding, my father's condition was a huge reason, too! But he insisted as hard as I did that what he's going through shouldn't be a reason for them not to celebrate.

At the start of this year, 2014, my father has lost his battle with cancer and passed away. I wasn't as sad as everyone expected me to be, because I felt content that he isn't suffering anymore and that he got to see us all happy. My mother was slowly getting over her depression with my guidance, since I not so long ago suffered from the same unbearable sadness. 

It was mid-may and the sun was blazing, and I decided that day to sit on the lounge chairs next to the pool in a light summer dress. I was absorbed into my book so much that I didn't even realize that their was someone staring at me until I was covered by their shadow. I turned around and put my hand over my shades to illuminate the harsh sunlight and figure out who the person was even though deep down I know who. I gave him a small smile, and scooted more to the right so he could find a place to sit. 

Basma: ent jals tst3'l eni l7ali blbet too much! 

I joked while smirking at my fiancé. 

Abdullah: elshy6an jals ywswsly w ygoli aji anam 3ndk elLela since ma bga ela ebso3 w yrj3on omik w Zaid w Lama.

I gave him a pretend shocked look at his honesty. 

Basma: pervert! 

I pretended to be disgusted and tried to run away from him, but he caught up way too fast. And started tickling my sides, and I started laughing uncontrollably which made me so weak in the knees that I fell to the grass and brought Abdullah down with me.

He continued to tickle me mercilessly, and I had no idea how to make him stop. So I started begging him while laughing.

Basma: 3bdullah lw sm7t! Pleaaaaaase! 

I felt him stopping slowly but still keeping his hands on my sides so he could start again any moment, but he looked into my eyes and suddenly everything was forgotten. It's been a couple of months since mlktna, and we haven't yet kissed and I would be lying if  I said I wasn't curious to how it felt like, especially since I've never been kissed. I was lost in trance, and the longer we looked into each other's eyes the stronger I felt the pull. In that moment, I knew. I knew that I was in love with him, and what shocked me the most wasn't this discovery, it was that the love I felt for him is so strong and true that I believe I have never loved anyone, not even Abdulaziz, in that way. 

My eyes fluttered shut at their own accord once our lips touched, it wasn't a heated passionate kiss that you'd read about in romance novel or see in a movie, it was merely a brush of our lips but it meant more to me than anything else, and it made me realise that he was the one I'm meant to be with.

xo

The End.