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Invalid reasoning. three.

I thought a song was playing and it suddenly stopped. The room was full of giggles and smiles, but his question changed the expressions.


"Shfekom? Khalas namlich hne, o Ana a7wel awragha ma3ay. O t3esh m3ay. Kho mabuga shy Ila sentain 3lena" he said, breaking the silence.


"Yuma, il ray al awal wel akheer 3nd 7ala" she said, tapping on my thighs.


"ily etshufa" my voice was full of shyness.

"ilmilcha bachir! Khalas" he shouted.

Giggles were back to the room. Everyone seemed happy and enthusiastic. 3essa and I, on the other hand, kept on sharing looks. I loved how his hazel eyes twinkles every time he stops talking and stares at me.

That was my outside, yet, inside, I was scared. I was scared of departing away from my family and friends to the end of the earth. I’ll soon have my own life, me, my husband and kids. It was all big for me to handle and think about. Too big.


Ping.

Me:
Bass!

3eesa; Jeet weshjabik 7beebi min b3d 6ool al maghebi:* says:
Latlomeny, you’re hot.


Me:
goul mashalla:p.


3eesa; Jeet weshjabik 7beebi min b3d 6ool al maghebi:* says:
Mashallah:p.Agool! Shrayich nro7 barna? Greeb 7eel. Mishtehe asuuq buggy, o mabi akhleech:$


Me:
Bachir please! Maly khelg ilyom.

3eesa; Jeet weshjabick 7beebi min b3d 6ool al maghebi:* says:
Inshalla, yalla ana baro7 al dowania, ayech b3den ;) ;). Wear my favorite dress, sexy! Bbye:*


Me:
take care babe xx

3eesa; Jeet weshjabick 7beebi min b3d 6ool al maghebi:* says:
Inshalla you too:*


"Yala ana asta2thin". I watched him leave, taking my heart with him. I don’t know whether he hides it in his back pocket; on his ass, or in his right top pocket of his dishdasha; next to his heart. I just know that everytime he leaves, my heart aches.

I was alienated the past years, but when he came. His entrance, it doubtlessly beats an entry. The way he talks, the words he spoke, they keeps on reverberating in my head. And his stares and warm looks, they keep on retrieving every time I blink. His scent, on the other hand, is the only thing I emit and the only thing that keeps me patient.

His attendance maintains me alive.


I received a new message.
“Halla bel7ob, shlonich galbi? I missed you!”

Invalid reasoning. two.

Ping.

Mohammad! Last name ever, first name greatest says:
m7ashish thaya3 oma bil soug, ra7 7ag il security gala "sheft wa7da tamshi, ana ma amshy ma3aha?" :p

Me:
7mod. ba6il malaqtick.

Mohammad! Last name ever, first name greatest says:
Akh ya 7alo, law t3rfen shkithr okhoy emoot feech. Khul **** shemsawyatla?

Me:
Watch your mouth! okhouk kha6ebi!

Mohammad! Last name ever, first name greatest says:
chub. kefi.

Me:
BYE!

I drove back home quietly, shockingly with the radio and iPod off. What’s better than not being distracted by anything around you, other than the street of course?

I missed my fiancé more than anything. 3essa studies in US this explains my horrible feelings. I don’t even know why he wouldn’t come in this Christmas break. I thought I was number one in his list.

~flash back
Me:
3essa, when are you coming? I miss you.

3essa:
I’m not coming. I already booked a flight to California m3a al shabab.

Me:
Oh.

3essa:
7alo, et7beny?

Me:
I gotta go. Bye.
~end of flashback.

It all happened early in the morning. I already miss his pings; it wasn’t like the pings I usually get. It was different. Totally different. My heart pounds with every ping he sent.

I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail as I opened my car’s door. I hopped out of the car, checking my bbm messages. Nothing. Nothing from him.

“7ala!” a manly voice called from behind me.

“Ha?”

“Guess who’s behind you” He said, concealing my eyes with his hands.

“3-3eesa?” I guessed.

“No, your brother bs ma3ay a7d” He said moving his hands.

“I don’t care who’s with you” I said, moving his hands and started walking to the chalet.

“Ween ween?” said 3eesa.

I turned back to look, “3EEESA” I ran and hugged him.

“I. can’t. breath.” he barely said.

“Haha, sorry” I said in tears. It's been a long, long time.

“I missed your scent! B3den we will discuss the (ig2g) thing” He said, placing his hands on my waist.

“E7m, I’m your brother” Fahd said.

“Way, shtabi?”.

"A hug, a kiss or anything. 7seseni you missed me” he teased.

I went over and hugged him, “I missed your no sense of humour.”

“3an al ghala6!” he pushed me.

“Hey!” 3essa pulled me closer to his chest, “lat6g 7beebt alby”.

“He’ll think you’re gay, don’t talk Lebanese” I whispered.

He cleared his throat.

“Yala namshi, ma7ad yadri iny bye, bfaje2hom” he smiled.

“Yala”.

We got in, hands in hands, when I got ‘the look’ from my mother. ‘the look’ spoke, I’ll be murdered. I sat between Fahd and 7amad my cousin, listening to 3essa’s funny moments in the states.

“Takhaylay khalti, rfejy il 7mar shal dish our neighbours and connected their dish to our receiver. We almost got kicked off” he said.

“Walla madre shetbalbil bs ha-ha” Khalti laughed.

“Haya, gasdi Khalti haya” he called.

“Hala Yuma?”

“Meta al zawaj, masarat!” he joked, seriously.

There were smiles and giggles all around the livingroom, but everything suddenly changed.

Invalid reasoning. intro.

Invalid reasoning,

I was Mona Lisa to myself. Lugubriousness showed all over my face. It was all unreasonable maybe It was, but not to me. I gave up thinking and left them in the chalet, to take a walk. A walk out of my life, somewhere I cannot be alone in.

I drove aimlessly and reached Sultan Centre by the little mosque. I don’t know why I picked this place; it was crowded not like other days. Since its Friday, and prayers start in twenty minutes, I rested my head on the car’s horn, falling asleep.

Knock
Knock
Knock

I quickly got up, looking at the knocker. A guy in his early twenties was in a pearl white dishdasha. I quickly rolled down the window. “Mm, amer okhoy?”

“Mayamer 3lech 3ado, Ta3awethay min blees o reday shalaikom sally il thhr o egray Al Kahaf . Yom il ym3a mbareka”, he smiled, walking away. I was in awe, how religiously committed this guy was in this age.

I drove those miles to our shalaih thinking about him. Yes, him who I just saw. I wanted to know why he cared that much about me. It’s not like I’m related to him. I even forgot entering Sultan from the awe thoughts.

Ping.

Fay;* says:
7alla where the hell are you? Ilkil metyam3 o my mom asked me about you.

Me:
Fay, I’m fucking eighteen. :)

Fay;* says:
If you don’t come in five minutes, I’ll tell her.

Me:
I’m on my way. golelha, as if she c.......

(Car horns...)
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Glee Obsession.

Glee girls cast preforming halo ( S01E06)

Inshalla ma a6ali3 three to four of Glee's episodes everyday. Its an obsession seriously. The show is great and musical; my favorite. If you watched the first episode you'll go like "HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL WE3" and shut it down. No its way better, nominated twice and won one award. Yes, It's that great.


Modern and Broadway songs, such as Kanye's songs by Glee Cast (YouTube it). No Air by Jordin Sparks ft. Chris Brown. Rehab by Amy Winehouse. Ride with me by Nelly. Halo by Beyonce and a lot more...


Glee(N); An intelligent musical comedy. It breaks down the established stereotypes of high school cliques in a feel good comedy drama, interspersed with catchy song covers and dances.

SHRAYKOOM!

You all have to know, I complain and gossip about people alot! yeah yeah, this is the reason behind going to malls for me. I like '7ash'ing what can I do!

so since I dont want to cut of my relation ship with ya'll, I'll be posting 'Inshalla ma....' posts.
for example;

"Inshalla maa etru7un chocolate bar every thursday"!
exactly chethy... and I want your comments about it!

so are you IN?

Ze!

"Microwaving our metal tragedy" Chapter six.

Dedicated to all of ya'll. Ily all;**
FIRST HAPPY ENDING! :D enjoy!
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Blot my lips with a tissue, subsiding the bright blood-red lipstick applied on them. I readjusted my dress shoulder strap as I wore my black Jimmy Choo Grants. I took one last look at the mirror finding Aziz behind me smiling at me.

“Thank you for buying this, 6ala3 7low” I winked.

“Akeed it will, nothing’s special about it. You are!” He said reaching for my hand.

We walked hand in hand to Simon LA, getting all the awe expressions from the people we pass. Lights were like flashlights on us. Eyes were set on us, set on fire. Whispers were all what I heard, and in whispers they describe how something called interpersonal chemistry tied us in tonight. It all ended when we got seated.

“OKAY! I’m already hungry, that was long and slow” I complained.

“Haha eh, here you go” he handed me the menu the waiter gave seconds before.

Everyone ordered what they were craving, their food smell was mouth-watering. Well, by pictures I bet the taste is good too.

We talked, blabbed and all. He knew literally everything about me, so did I. but I don’t know the reason I am here. So I asked…

“Can I ask ya something?” I said sipping my water.

“Sure!”

“I really want to know why I am here, just tell me. I think I’m lost.” I said.

“Ok look, Tomorrow we’ll go to a Beauty surgery clinic. I thought this would make you happy” he said excited.

“It does! Bs I can’t accept this” I said, in a low tone.

“Why?” He asked, disappointed.

“You did a lot, a surgery here costs wayd. I don’t even have the ability to return you anything, anything at all!” I explained.

“Do you want to give me something in return?” he asked, smiling.

“Ya Leet” I sipped my water again.

“Don’t reject me when I do this” he stood up, stood on his knees revealing a wooden box with a breathtaking diamond ring. “Ghala Al-Flani, You won’t reject a handsome guy trying to purpose right here sa7?”

I heard all the “Aw how cute” all around, claps and “Marry him” from dinners. I couldn’t reject him infront of uncountable people. I couldn’t say no. I loved him. I thought deeply about it. I wish I could say yes easily. I lost my voice for a second. Although It’s a permanent decision, not just for a day or two I find it easy to be taken.

“One condition!” I said rapidly.

“Amereeny” he said looking through my eyes, still on his knees.

“Cancel tomorrows appointment, I don’t want a plastic me. I want me naturally!” I smiled.

“Yes?” he asked, excited.

“Yes”.

Next thing, I’m in his arms being swung in circles, and since life is a circle, our paths were to meet. Since life is a circle, I create my own myth. but love completes this circle.

My Inspiration:
Fire Bomb by Rihanna.

"Microwaving our metal tragedy" Chapter five.

Extra long post! dedicated to all my active followers, even silent readers. I guess it'll end in Chapter six. cause the events are alot. and As I promised A GOOD ENDING. enjoy!
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“Flight attendants, prepare for landing please."
"Cabin crew, please take your seats for landing."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have just been cleared to land at LAX airport. Please make sure one last time your seat belt is securely fastened."

Los Angeles, I’ve been nagging to give you a visit from the age of thirteen, now I’m here but I just don’t feel happy like I thought I would be when I come see your long palm trees, hot boys and sunny days. And, I don’t even know why a stranger brought me here.

“Aziz, leash we’re here anyways?” I asked walking to the luggage hall.

“You’ll know soon, really soon,” he said with his hands on my back, protectively.

“You better tell me soon” I smiled, and continued my direction.

I’m just sick of the amount of foundation on my face almost covering up the burning spot, yes, almost! People now look at me differently, I don’t wont them to feel sorry for me. I don’t. I miss going out without makeup, with nothing but lipstick. Alla Kareem.

I know we don’t know each other for a long time, but this stranger is so... comprehendible, easy to get and know. I don’t even believe why I came with him, but I have no other place to go to; he extended his hands open hearted.

Hours later, we’re checking in Sofitel Hotel. Abdul-Aziz asked me if I wanted a suite, a sharing suite with him. I couldn’t answer but yes because I could see him wanting this through his eyes, his hazel eyes.

We sat in the lobby for what seems like minutes. I listened to what Abdul-Aziz says about his self and he gets deep into the conversations by his excitement. I didn’t know whether he talks by his voice or his eyes that talk instead. But the way he talks, attracts me, you attractive voice!

“Ghaloya,” He held my hand, pulling me off of the couch.

“Wow, fast service and hot workers, perfect hotel” I joked.

“Emshay emshay, hamch al hot workers” he said, pushing my back.

“Jealous much?” I stuck my tongue out.

“Haha, leash?” he laughed, then continued “fe hot female workers b3d” he wiggled his eyebrows.

I elbowed him hardly, “Jealous much?” he asked holding his waist.

“In your dreams” I passed him and walked behind the worker.

“Room 308. Here you go, these are the cards and you can ask for spares whenever you lose these two cards” she smiled.

“Thank you,” we said in unison.

Who knows that watching Imperial suite makes you feel as if you’re a queen? It makes you feel the sumptuousness and beauty from the designs and interiors. What do girls want more than a fireplace, a balcony and the amazing hills view?

“You like it?” He asked, looking at me.

“HELL YES” I said excited.

“Glad you—” He paused when he heard a door knock, “probably the luggages”, He said.

Minutes later, everyone settled on bed flipping through channels, when Aziz suddenly calls the reception, “Hello, I’d like to reserve in Simon LA for two people” he said, politely.

Second later, “Yeah, tomorrow” He said, closing the phone. “Ghalooyaaaaaaa” he jumped on my bed.

“Leash il extension?” I teased.

“’Cause I want something from ya” He said.

“Hala?” I asked worried.

“Banam 3ndich il Lela”.

“Haha, leash?”

“Akhaf anam bru7y walla!” he said, funnily.

All I did was roll on bed laughing at his expression; he acts like 3 years-old boy. He’s afraid of sleeping alone, hehe.

“Mafy shay ytha7ik” He crossed his hands.

“Ok, sorry” I held my laugh, continuing “walla minsijick?”

“Eh walla o aby anam 3nd nas” he elbowed me.

“HEY! 3eeb” I teased.

He kissed my cheeks turning them into bright red, no into all shades of red. I love you!

“etqetheni” He huffed, getting out off the room.
“What did I do? nam 3endy magelt shy” I said following him to the living room.

“No, I meant, you never give something back in return. I kissed you, kiss me back yam3awda” he said, as he sank down into the sofa.

“Hmm, I’ll return it tomorrow morning. If you still want to sleep in my room bring your blankets and pillows fast, I’m going to sleep now” I yawned walking towards my room back again.

“Inshallah Miss Ghala” he teased, taking his pillows from his rooms.

5 Minutes later, Aziz is here with a pillow and a blanket throwing them on floor. “Couch or floor?” I asked.

“Wen ma taben ya 7beebty” He said flirtatiously.

“Haha, eg3d wherever you want to” I said jumping on bed.

“Ayabaa” He said jumping on my bed.

“You either choose couch or the floor, wela ma3a al salama” I said.

“Uhoo” he huffed getting back to the couch, stealing the remote with him.

I saw him flipping through millions of channels, not knowing what to watch. Shows were on every channel, such as movies. He finally stopped on a scary movie, Saw I guess.

“3azoz, pick another movie” I complained.

“Leah? Saw mra 7low!” He said in a Saudi accent.

“I’m scared of horror movies!”

“Naghza 3ashan ayeech y3ni?” He said, playfully. “You just shooed me, gal3tich” he added.

“AZIZ! Ana ily ... ily a7bick” I simulated him.

“La itha et7beny, khalas enghayr b3d shswi. Aksb feech ajer”.

I slept differently that night....

What's wrong with followers?

Faj2a I get alot of comments and a grin prints on my face. then faj2a I don't get comments? Please golaw why? I have like 27 followers and bs 10 of them comments. You just don't know how hard I think to write you a post. I even neglect school works and exams for y'all.
Yes I suck at writing I know, bs atleast respect what I write by just commenting. walla law bs '3jeba' I'll accept this, even if it's a word or two I'll accept this comment.

This is why I shockingly lost my inspiration, no offense but you don't help me at all; in gaining it again. And this goes to some people not all of my followers.

You'll get rid of me soon, just comment on my last post as a goodbye. :)

thank you.

"Microwaving our metal tragedy" Chapter four.

My ears … something went wrong with them. Please tell me what I just heard is not true? Because I don’t think I can afford a ticket to Los Angeles neither open up the whole family escape story to an anonymous, an open-handed anonymous.

“I can’t go” I said, looking down.

“Why? I already bought the tickets. What’s wrong?” he asked disappointed.

“You saved my life and I can’t give you anything in return. Now you’re taking me to Los Angeles? I don’t know exactly what to do in return, sorry” I explained, hopefully wanting him to understand.

“I don’t want anything from you… And I’m not that kind” he said irritated, throwing the tickets on bed and sitting on the couch.

I slowly got out of bed walking to the couch and sat next to him. I hugged him really hard, but he let go of my arms, which disappointed me. I sighed and took the tickets in my hand. “Pick me up at 8 am?” I asked.

His body smashed mine, moving every inch of my back by his motion hug. It lasted for minutes, it was different. Different than yesterday sympathy hug, this hug could speak love.

“Ghala, you never asked for my name leash?” he whispered.

“Madre, Akhaf et3assib” I said, shyly.

“Haha, I’m 3bdulaziz. 6geetich?” he laughed.

“So, meta I’ll get out of here?” I asked the question I never asked myself the past three or four days.

“Now”, he said excited.

“Aziz, I need to tell you something”.

“Golay 7bebti” he said, still hugging me.

“HOLD UP HOLD UP. 7beebti? bru7 aga7s o ajee” I thought to myself in a Beduin accent.

“Two months ago, I …..” I tried to remember every detail of my escape.

Flash back;

I just came back from Khalid’s chalet, when he confessed his crush on me. I couldn’t lie and tell It wasn’t mutual but, a girl must wait until the guy confess first; so she won’t get fully disappointed or ‘tendegir’ in our local language.

Anyways, as I opened the main door to our house, I heard my mom and dad talking about this wealthy guy that proposed to me. It wasn’t just for the money; they wanted to get rid of me fast. Accepting a 40 years old guy, explained everything to me.

All I thought of is going to Khalid and telling him. I called him and told him everything, but he was cold asking to see me the other day. I took my phone and some clothes and got picked by him. He took me to this apartment and started kissing me and hugging me which was odd. It was really odd; not kissing him, but his hard kisses that printed on my skin like deoxyribonucleic acid.

“What are you doing Khalid? It7asesni you didn’t hear what I said ams!” I shouted.

“Shtabeny aswee y3ni?” he shouted back.

“I don’t want you to touch me bil 7aram” I said afraid.

“Ok. Here’s another option” he said pulling my hand to the door and down stairs.

All I did was scream “Leave me” and “Let go of my hand” without knowing his destination or what he’s going to do.

“You’re coming with me, fahma!” he yelled as he pulled the palms of her hand powerfully.“Leash Khalid? Leash?” I said, between my cries.

“Lani maby, khalas I’m bored of this life. And If I’m dying, you’re dying too,” he said, pulling me to his Bentley.

“But…I don’t want to,” I wept with fearfulness.

“MATEFHMEN? Maby a7ad e7bch ghayri, wla ejesich a7ad ghayri” he shouted, putting me in the car then get in.

With a cigarette lighter, I knew this is her time to say goodbye. This time will swipe my soul
away but leave my body to the graves. This time will erase my good memories and leave me with the badness. This time will take my friends, family and enemies leaving her with actions. This time will take all off me, and I’m not sure what I’ll get after it.He took my hands, and said ‘I love you’.

End of flash back.

“Y3ni you liked him?” he suddenly asked.

“I did” I said holding back my tears.

“7beebti, I’ll be everything you want me to be. Bs taben shy golay, I won’t bite. O ily ta6lbena ana 7athir” he smiled, striking my back.

“Abdulaziz, you know, I never said ‘I love you’ to anyone, even Khalid himself” I said, smirking.

“Eh…?” he asked for a continuous.

“I’m more than happy to say this for the first time ever, I love you” I grimaced.

"Microwaving our metal tragedy" Chapter three.

I searched all over the room for him, but I couldn’t find him. He’s the only one I know other than Khalid here. I scatted from home when I heard them accepting a proposal without asking for my agreement or disagreement. They left me with no choice, so I left them.

I stretched my hand to reach the remote on my sided table. It was quite – heavy. But I could handle it. It’s only a remote control after all. I turned it on and randomly clicked on number 8. Our –Khalid and I- favourite number.

“Arsenal vs. Manchester City Match, I guess the remote wants me to watch a football match. It’s my team match so It won’t hurt if I watched it” I thought to myself.

Chances were passing from one player to another. And with every pass a player tries to take it, use it, wisely. While the People start cheering and screaming for their teams when the player is near his goal, his target.

“What the fuck? 7ath” I squalled, noisily.

“Someone’s in a slangy mood today!” He said, entering the room. Brightening it all again. “Watch your mouth” he said, getting closer.

“What?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Can I at least get a kiss or a hug for what I did yesterday?” he stuck his tongue out.

“Mmm... let me think...NO” I said, teasingly.

“Afa, ana ily? I embraced you till you fell asleep on my chest” He frowned, getting closer.

I shook my head, as a no.

“I don’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice here” he said, tickling my waist really hard and all I did was laugh and scream. With all the ‘Yawelick if you don’t stop now’ he didn’t stop until he got tired and laid on bed next to me.

“na3m?” I asked looking at him.

“Il wa7d maynsede7 yam his friend y3ni?” he raised his eyebrows.

I couldn’t hold back my laugh anymore, so I burst out laughing out loud. This is when I received a kiss on my cheek.

I kissed him back. But a longer one, which made him stretch his arms for me and pull me into a hug. A warm hug that lasted for minutes. Suddenly, I felt the cold wind crashing my body when his arms went loose and he got out of bed.

“Where are you going?” I asked concerned.

“Don’t worry I won’t be late” he smiled as he wore his jacket.

The room started fading the brightness he gave and went through darkness when he fully got out and closed the door behind him, happy.

I called the nurse to ask for my breakfast since I’m really hungry. So here I am eating hospitals' disgusting scramble eggs with a cup of fresh orange juice. I watched the rest of the match while eating my breakfast, alone like usual. But, as I was quetching on how blind the judge was, he came in and announced screaming “We’re going to Los Angeles baby”.

“What? Why? And When?” I asked marvelled.

"Microwaving our metal tragedy" Chapter two.

“Ok, sell all of our Zain stocks and we’ll see what will happen next” I woke up on his varied voice as he entered the room declining the call. A pearl white dishdasha was perfectly worn by him, brightening his tanned skin tone. His eyes twinkled when he saw me awake saying “Sorry for waking you up, shlonich ilyom inshallah zaina?”

“I’m good... Actually better...And I...I need to...” I barely spoke.

“Shfech Ghala? What do you need?” He asked, lovingly.

“Can you help me get out of this bed, and go to the...mmm...bathroom” I asked, shyly.

“Basee6a, 3bali feech shy” he said, getting closer extending his hand to pull me out of bed. He held my hand and placed his right hand around my waist, to keep me balanced. “ga3d a3wrich?” He kept on asking in every move he made.

“No you’re not, I am the one hurting you” I said, getting in the bathroom with my hands on the wall.

“Are you serious? You’re like 10 pounds to me”.

“You just said it, to you!” I smiled, closing the door behind me.

I sat on the toilet seat, looking at the door thoughtfully. I was thinking about my behaviour around him, it all changes. I’m known as the shy girl that never fits into conversations with strangers. Yay, I changed.

The door knock wakened me from my oneirism, splashing my thoughts all around.

“Facing some difficulties?” he asked, teasingly.

“No, I’m actually fine” I answered.

After urination, I walked slowly to the sink, not making any eye contact with the mirror. I turned on the hot water, crashing the water on and between my hands. I applied the soap as I rubbed and scrubbed repetitiously. It lasted for seconds but as I turned the sink water off, I mistakenly took a look at myself.

It wasn’t my typical face. It wasn’t the soft skinned face anymore. It quited the beautiful role and started the ugly. Scratches were covering the right side of it, while the puffy burned spots occupied the other. Overall, it was something that disgusts you not attracts you.

I touched the right side of my face, waiting my tears to find their way on my face and land safely on my hand. I already miss my face.

Irritation took control and I started throwing flowerpots on the mirror, kicking depression out of me. I was screaming to tranquillize myself. I stopped when he came and pulled me close to his chest hiding my own mirror-reflection from myself.

“It never matters” he said, striking my hair until I calmed down.

"Believe me, It does." I paused to wipe my tears, "I was a master piece" I continued.

"Come here" he whispered, taking me out of the bathroom.

I slept safely on his stiff chest that night... and woke up on his voice.

"Microwaving our metal tragedy" Chapter one.

“You’re coming with me, fahma!” he yelled as he pulled the palms of her hand powerfully.

“Leash Khalid? Leash?” She said, between my cries.

“Lani maby, khalas I’m bored of this life. And If I’m dying, you’re dying too,” He said, pulling her to his Bentley.

“But…I don’t want to,” she wept with fearfulness.

“MATEFHMEN? Maby a7ad e7bch ghayri, wla ejesich a7ad ghayri” he shouted, putting her in the car then get in.

With a cigarette lighter, she knew this is her time to say goodbye. This time will swipe her soul away but leave her body to the graves. This time will erase my good memories and leave her with the badness. This time will take her friends, family and enemies leaving her with actions. This time will take all off her, and I’m not sure what I’ll get after it.

He took her hands, and said ‘I love you’.

Hours later…

“I got you, just breath” A guy said, getting her out of the remaining parts of the car. “Are you ok?” he asked, concerned.

All I did, and could do is nod.

“Yeeb il Sayara Bseer3a” He called out as he carried her with his toughened manful arms.

‘Her’ Perspective:
Two days later;;;

I woke up in a fully white room, filled with fully white furniture and cables but it still feels empty. Even with the bright things, I felt something being burned other than my skin. And even with the two air conditions I felt extremely hot.

My train of thoughts ended once I heard someone saying “y3ni dictur, she’s goo-”, he paused when our eyes locked.

“Good morning, Ms. Al-Flani” the doctor said, as he walked in.

“Good morning” I smiled warmly.

“You really should thank your saver,” he said frivolously, referring to the guy behind him.

“Only if he explained what really happened”.

“Maybe later, how do you feel now?” the guy asked.

“I’m alright” I said, looking around. “Mmm, can I ask you about someone? Here?”

“Sure,” the Doctor said.

“Did you find anyone with me? Like… mmm… some guy?” I said, ashamed.

“3a6ach 3mra” the guy said, sadly while watching the Doctor leave my room.

“Ghala, can I ask you something?” he asked, as soon as the doctor left.

I nodded.

“Et7beena?” he asked.

I concealed under my white blanket, escaping from his question. Unrevealing the teardrops kept in my eyes. If wept as much as I can nothing would make me forget what he said and did. If Khalid isnt here, in my life, I dont want it. take it away...

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Fast right? mashala 3lay. Dedicated to Darliam and Nawarii;****

She's back for a 5 chapters-long story;*

Inspirtation is shockingly back. I have this fresh new idea in my mind, its really unparalleled fa I dont want it to be thrown away. and since Eid finished, this is what you get for christmas, so yes no?

and as the title, it only contains 5 chapter faq6!!
Goodnight (:

"I once was blind, now I can see." closing the curtain (finale).

Dear Diary,

I once was blind, now I can see. That everything, everyone around sees appearance as a key. A key that reveals what is she. I also knew that nothing comes between B and D except C; knowing that no one will come between you and me.

I’m not the only blinded out there, we’re all blind people. We get cheated by polite, we trust lies that are white. We nod on what’s wrong as if its rights.

I’m really sorry for leaving all the pain in this book, tracing my hand-writing shows my desperate, sadness and weakness. I wish I could leave you a white page with red flowers on top, but I couldn’t.

Live is not always on your side, sometimes and rarely it gets near you. But frequently, it will turn your life upside down. If life wants to play a game, we all have to play against it, not just stare at the score.

Tonight, I’ll stop torturing this book with my silly life. But I’ll keep this for you so read and learn.

Good Bye diary....

I'm done with stories. I think I finished conveying my message.
"Stories never end perfectly, if they do it's what we call luck" ~Zarh.

"Goodbye?" chapter twelve.

Identity, wenich?

3eedkom mbarak;**

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“Sultano, abeek shway ta3al,” he called him.

What? Since when Ghanim keep secrets away from me, I thought I knew everything about him. I thought he trusted me, with everything and anything. Weird.I slapped my unearthly thoughts away, continuing what I was doing. Concerned.

“What’s wrong Ghanim?” I could barely hear sultan question.

“You told her? Please don’t say yes,” he begged.

“No, no. Everything’s kept secretly,” he retorted.

“Alla y7ama, bs maby agoolha 3n oboha. She’s already insane,” Ghanim stated.

"Eh wallah, Madry shlon bengolha 'oboch 36ach 3mra' o ehya ib hal 7ala".

“I’m not deaf” I jeered, locking the bathroom door behind me.

Would you ever think that an organ loss will change everything around you? Even friends, lovers, and everything around you change. It’s a wound that Ghanim and Sultan supposed to be healing, instead, their leaving it as it is carelessly.

I thought of ending this, and by this I mean all these painful thoughts and considerations. I can’t stay with people like this. I can’t stay blind like this.

I slowly traced the huge fence, running my fingers on numerous cold tiles, knowing where it’ll take me, knowing what I’m going to do. I walked on the freezing floors of my bathroom, feeling the goose bumps that occupied my legs and arms when my legs hit the bathtub tardily.
I heard the running water, feeling the steam on my face as I sucked the tears that reached my mouth and all I hear is hard knocks on the door and my ears totally ignoring it.

I stepped my right foot first, then the second feeling the extremely hot water burning my legs. I slowly got my whole body onto the tub; being so tardily making it more hurtful. I splashed the recent memories away, submerging under the heated up water. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to.

Here I am, where I’m supposed to be, where all of them wanted me to be, what everyone wanted me to feel, where everyone never expected me to be. Here I am, eyes shut, breathless, drown in the water by my volition and my will.

My tears were so cold; I could feel them on my skin. They were saying their goodbyes. I was releasing them as if I promised they won’t get out of these eyes again. Never.

“YASMEEEN BA6LAY AL BAB” Sultan screamed.

Another hard knocks.

But I’m all done here.

Goodbye.

"Sultano, abeek shway ta3al" chapter eleven.

I woke up in his arms, his muscular arms that embraced every inch of my pectus. The hug speaks by it tightness. That means nothing but love, passion and care. This is what we truly call body language.

I slowly extended my hand searching for his face afraid of waking him up, but his embrace was so protective as if he’s my own radar detector. He started turning and tossing with me in his arms, a new way to irritate me, great!

“Inshallah you stop!” I said, angrily.

“Not until I get my morning kiss” he said, still doing what he was doing.

“Ok?” I said, reaching for his forehead to kiss it.

“My forehead? Seriously? What an amazing kiss!” he complained.
I huffed.

“Never mind, yala wake up. We have to go to a lot of places today!” he said, placing my legs around his waist and carried me to the bathroom.

He carefully placed me on the sink counter as he started the water for me. I just sat there looking at the wall; pretending that I’m seeing something. When all I see is a whole blank life ahead of me. When all think of is how am I gonna live without Sultan and Ghanim helping me. When all I think of is my friends back in my hometown gonna feel sorry for me. When all I think of is how people are going to commiserate me for my blindness, having these thoughts broke me. And a tear found it usual way on my tears, knowing that it’s gonna come back again, really soon.

I crashed on his shoulder, wetting it with my sorrow tears. Tears that came one after another, breaking sultan’s heart sorely and slowly. He felt lamentable for cant helping me and bringing around my extensive wound.

“Bs Yasmeen, you can’t do this every time you think of it.” He said unhappily, lashed my tears away.

“I can’t” I whispered.

“Look at me, I know you don’t see anything around you, but you can sense, hear it and feel it. Blindness never was losing the ability to see, blindness is spiritual blindness.” He said, holding my hands.

“I said this before” I mumbled.

“Ha?” he asked, confused.

“Mm, nothing. Can you please give me my tooth brush?” I requested politely.

“Sure, here you go.” he said, handing me a tooth brush with tooth paste on.

“Yeah and your mother called and asked about you and our engagement” he said, shyly.

“Oh, she still remembers me?” I scoffed.

“Yasmeen, she’s just busy with your father and his work” Ghanim suddenly said.

“Good morning, new fiancés” Ghanim said later.

“I’m gonna reconsider if you keep on acting weird like this, it’s scary,” I complained.

“Sultano, abeek shway ta3al” he called him.

What? Since when Ghanim keep secrets away from me, I thought I knew everything about him. I thought he trusted me, with everything and anything. Weird.

I slapped my unearthly thoughts away, continuing what I was doing. concerned.

"I make a girl reconsider!" 11-20 prologue.

Explination is bellow yesterday's post, I wrote it in a different color.

Next thing happened, he bent on his knees opening the Mahogany ring box and said “Yasmeen Flan Al-Flani, will you marry me?” she tried to look at him with a feeling of awe. Nodding shyly was her reply. He then, took the ring and placed it in her right-hand ring finger.

A day after...

“Good morning” he whispered.

“Please don’t tell me you were here all night? Sleeping on the same bed?” I asked distressed.

“I stayed on the couch all night, looking at your angelic face. I couldn’t handle the distance, shswi?”

“Okay, bye” I said, concealing under my blankets.

“Hello again” he said, from under my blankets.

“Sultan, stop it. I really hate stalkers” I pouted.

“Then I’ll make you reconsider” he said, hugging me.

"So the sighted fell in love w/ the blind." chapter ten.

4 Day Later;

Tossing and turning all night, pretty much all nights are the same. The only dissimilar is the waking up part. It hurts knowing what you see today, you’ll not see tomorrow. It hurts knowing that Ghanim today is the good guy, but tomorrow the bad one.

It all hurts.

“Ghanim” I muttered.

“Galba, 3yona, 7alja”.

“Weee3”, I said disgusted

“Haha, 7beebty taben shy?”

“Eh, Can you remove the thing on my eyes, I can’t see shy.” I asked politely.

“7beebty mako shy ib 3yonich, shno asheel?” He asked worried.

“No walla, I can’t see anything” I said, scared.

“Yasmeen” he sighed.

“Ghanim, I’m not that stupid…”

“You lost your eyes” he interrupted fast.

I froze in my place without any facial expression evinced my sadness and weakness. Fright or dolorous feelings. His words echoed repeatedly in my head. It hurts, not seeing anything except my dreams. It hurts knowing what you see in your dream won’t come true.

A tear found it way on my face, falling really fast. As if there’s a river of tears coming after it. All I could feel is Ghanim arms around me. As if his embrace made a halo around me, a bright one.

“Any possibility to..?” I asked.

“No” He said, sadly.

And I started crying those rivers out, knowing that I won’t see again. With every tear, Ghanim’s embrace gets tighter. Suddenly, I felt the cold wind crashing my body to sleep. Not knowing what happened.

Two months passed and she never cried or did anything infront of Ghanim nor Sultan- the guy infront of the waterfall, remember him? – Her relationship with sultan and Ghanim increased, since Ghanim is Sultan old friend.

For the first time since my lost, I woke up with a huge smile writing ‘LOL’s and ‘ROFL’s on my face conversation. I got out of bed, walked slowly knowing my direction to the bathroom. I don’t stay there for hours looking at myself anymore, and ya’ll know why. Anyways, I did my business, brushed my teeth and lastly, combed my hair.

As I opened the door, he held my hand and pulled me to somewhere rapidly. “Ghanim, where are you taking me?”

“Just wear this now” he said, handing me some clothes.

“e7m” I said, waiting for him to get out.

“I saw every inch of your body, khalsena” he said, foolishly.

“Really when?” I asked shocked.

“You’re half naked” he laughed.

I touched my body, finding myself in a nighty. Fuck! I know I’m blind, but I feel his eyes on me, and I turned red having these thoughts.

“Ghanim! Get out” I shouted.

“Mwah” he teased, going out.

So I did what he asked me to, wore the clothes he gave. I don’t even know what was it, I tried sensing it several times but I couldn’t acknowledge what it is. I walked to him, mouth shut. He walked by me, taking me somewhere god knows where. I asked him repeatedly, but he always answers with ‘chub, bt3rfen b3den’. Impolite much? Tell me about it.

Another hand touched my hands, a warm one that pulled me into a hug. I smelt him, I know him. It’s him. My baby, the only thing existed in my stupefied dreams. So, I responded by tightening my grip, feeling warm in his arms, unlike any arms I've been embraced by.

“I love you” He kissed my forehead.

“I adore you”.

“So the sighted fell in love with the blind...” He said.

“What a stupefied blind” I said, getting closer to him.

“What an aphrodisiac good-looking sighted” he kissed her.
Sultan.

Until next time...
3eedkom mbarak in advance;*

-All of her dreams weren’t true except Sultan, when they met by the water fall.
-3 days ago, Ghanim asked a lot about her, she didn’t wake up until 3 days later.
-High blood pressure caused blindness; all of you thought it’s caused by diabetes like 6ariq, but no.
-She was in a coma for the past 2 days, but finally woke up and part –ten- started.
Inshalla I explained enough;*

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"I love you, too" chapter nine.

I aroused after an everlasting sleep, finding myself in a white room with noisy beep. I turned my head to see where I am, but Ghanim pushed me back. Is it a dream? Or is this a dream? I’m confused.

“Gh-an-im, where am I?” I barely said.

“Shush! You fell in the kitchen 2 days ago” He said.

“What? No! I didn’t, this is all a dream walla. I never took pills and fell. DON’T BELIEVE THIS!” I screamed.

“Nurse, Nurse” Ghanim called, holding me.

The last this I saw was the nurse injecting Hypnotic into my arms while Ghanim was holding it.

Ghanim viewpoint:

“What happened to her?” I asked the doctor.

“Well, she’s scared of something. This explains her behavior lately. We never had a patient like this. We don’t have a solution too. So, you’ll have to take her to a psychologist sooner or later” He answered.

“Can you see her? She’ll never accept going to a psychologist. I know her” I said.

“This is the only solution, I’m sorry” He left.

I decided to take her after all, but not until she wakes up. She changed; she’s not the Yasmeen I know. Something must’ve happened to her, or annoys her. I have to know what it is, before taking her anywhere.

6 hours passed from the Hypnotic injection she took. She didn’t wake up, which is weird. This is only for maximum four hours. I’ll go sleep next to her until she wakes up, inshallah.

Yasmeen viewpoint:

I woke up with a headache playing call of duty in my head. I turned my position to see Ghanim sleeping on the couch next to me, cute. He’s the true version of a friend and a brother. He did more than my mother would do.

“Ghanim” I whispered.

He opened his eyes angelically, his amazing eyes. That said million words approximately on how much he loved me. On how much he wanted me. On how much he liked me. Lastly, how much he’s worried about me.

“3yona” he smiled.

"I love you" I grinned.

"I love you, too".

until next time...
*fyi; this is the last mental confusion post:p.
and this is it for this week. have fun:*

"Pills won’t hurt right?” chapter eight.

I ran back home, the only place that exists in both, reality and unknown-ity. That has to be discovered, sooner or later.I held the door, thinking about what happened earlier. How can this happen? I swear uuhhh.

Anyways, I entered noticing that I’m in the kitchen already. I slowly thought of ending this, like ending all of this.

Roles are playing on my stage now, in every second theirs a replacement. One actor goes, and the other one comes. One is the right and good guy, yet the other one is the bad and wrong guy. Its like organizing a theatre without a script, acting cursorily. And I am waiting for the audience applause, that would end this whole shit going on.I found it, drugs. Yes, pills won’t hurt right? They heal, perfectly too.

So I went to our tiny medicine cabinet located in the kitchen, pulled some ultra-panadols and other un-named pills. I took one after another, hoping this would wake me up from this everlasting dream. But, the next thing I remember was some glass breakings sounds.

“Mama” I barely speaked.

“Yes 7beebti, taben shy?” she asked.

“Where am I?” I asked her, confused.

“Bed, where else?”

“But… But... I was in the kitchen” I said, scared.

“7bebti, you were on the sofa watching television. I found you snoring, so Ghanim and I carried you to your room” she explained, leaving the room.What sofa? What television? What Ghanim?

“I HATE THIS I HATE THIS! FUCK” I screamed loudly.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Ghanim said, worried.

“GET OUT OF HERE! LEAVE ME ALONE” I shouted in tears.

What is happening to me? Am I going insane? Yesterday Ghanim was away, now he’s here. Yesterday I fell on the floor, waking up in bed. Yesterday Tariq was sighted, now he’s … whether blind or sighted?I quickly wore my coat over my jeans and converses ordinarily. Opened my window, and slightly jumped to the main street. I walked, walked, and walked… when it suddenly hit me. Starbucks just like yesterday. But, someone slapped my thoughts away, or should I call my plan. Him. Tariq.

“Miss Yasmeen” He called from afar, holding a stick.

“Shtaby! I know, fashion blindness” I said, walking away.

“Huh? Anyways, I’m sorry for my escape the day before. I just wanted to apologize yesterday but I couldn’t find you, you haven’t gone out sa7?”.

“What do you exactly want?” I asked, wanting an answer.

“Yasmeen, I loved you” He said, looking down.

“Answer my question please” I said, irritated.

“I want to love you, like I did before” he replied.

“Ok look Tariq, Yesterday I went to starbucks and saw you there. You were sighted, you teased my appearance. You took your own tray by yourself. You were weird, actually everything is” I was afraid.

“My life is like reading a chapter on a book, then reading another chapter on some other book; nothing is attached to something. Everyday has its own story. I’m scared” I added, weeping.

“Yasmeen, I know you’ll panic and I know you’re not crazy and all. Yet, you should go to a psycholinguist” Tariq said, shaky.

“I am not crazy, why don’t you believe me?”

I walked away, and settled on the waterfall where Tariq took me the other day.I kept on mumbling to myself that I’m not a dumb ass like people think I am. I cried out, screamed out loud, and yelled at every eyes were on me. As I was sitting on the wooden chair, a body covered my shadow, saying “Can I sit beside you?”

“I would say yes or no if I owned it, unfortunately I don’t”.

“Okay, so you’re hard headed? Mhm, I’ll fix this later. My name is Sul6an, btw” he introduced his self.

I laughed, really loud.

“Haw, shfech?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing, I just hate your name” opps.

“I didn’t mean to be uh… sorry” I apologized later.

“Haha 3adi 3adi. I’ll nom sultan, do you like to sleep a lot?” he asked, smiling.

“YES! Who doesn’t?” I said, excited. Wow, mood changes, don’t they?

“Then you like me” He winked, and a slight pinch on his cheeks was the respond.

Until next time…

"I swear I'm not a psychotic!" chapter seven.

I woke up lazily the other day with every inch of my body wounded. I slowly jumped off of my bed and headed directly to the bathroom. I never felt this way before; I was tired not excited like every morning. Then it suddenly hit me, Ghanim.

Tears walked like a rainfall, the one that I trusted and lived with mostly all my life, did this. After many thoughts circulating around my head, I decided to go out and confront him. I did as I planned; I didn’t even walk to his room. I kept on calling him over from the living room, when my mother suddenly came along from the kitchen.

“shfech etsarkhen?” she asked, irritated.

“Where’s Ghanim?” I asked, impolitely.

“Weh, Ghanim min gabl ams emsafir. Don’t you remember? You’re the one who dropped him there” she said, entering the kitchen again.

“Mama, aren’t you supposed to be in Barcelona with dad?” I asked loudly, entering the kitchen behind her.

“Babe, are you sick?” She placed her hand on my forehead.

“NO! I guess I forgot everything because of this long dream” I tried to believe what I averred, but deep down I couldn’t.

“Haha, Okay what do you want for breakfast?” She asked.

“Hmm, nothing I gotta go now” I kissed her forehead and went back to my room.
As I entered, I quickly pulled an 'I love NYC' t-shirt with grey training pants. I shockingly wore it in a blink of an eye, tied my converse laces and ran to him.

6ariq.

I decided to walk to starbucks then go to his building. But, plans changed since I saw him there ordering a latte. I was right behind him, so I slowly tapped his shoulder. He turned back saying “You need help?”

“La2 actually, you’re the one who’s supposed to need it” I smiled.

“Wow, and why is that?”

“Duh, you’re blind?” I said, unsure.

“Yeah, and you’re blind for wearing an 'I love NYC' t-shirt. Fashion blindness. Ha-ha” he said, messing my hair. Then he left.

HOW THE HELL?

FUCK!

IT WASN’T A DREAM! I SWEAR~ I LIVED THIS!

IT’S NOT A DREAM! DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE I AM A PSYCHO!

I REALLY SAW HIM! I KNOW HE’S BLIND! AND I KNOW THAT GHANIM KISSED ME LAST NIGHT! AND MY MOM WAS IN BARCELONA! I AM NOT SICK!

until next time, actually tomorrow.

"His lips...on mine" chapter six.

“Yasmeen Flan Al-Flani” He said, looking broken-hearted.

M...M...Me?

“Oh, what happened next?” I said, acting all normal.

“I just avoided my parents as much as I can; I even lived in the chalet a whole year even though I know it’s not their fault. Those last months, I wasn’t eating well. I kept on remembering her and suffering with my second type diabetes. Exactly on the 16th of December last year, I fade out and woke up in a black room. Everything was literally black; I could hear my mother whispers but can’t see her. I touched my eyes once and twice but nothing was on. I kept on calling the nurse the only thing I’ve hear was diabetic retinopathy caused my blindness”

“Mmm, yaa?” I asked, wanting to know his name.

“6ariq Al-Flani” he smirked.

“Inzain 6ariq, can you remove your glasses?” I said referring to the sun-glasses he was wearing.

“Ah, I can’t” he sighed.

“No I know you can,” I stopped infront of him and pulled his glasses outwards. I saw his eyes, His beautiful eyes. Oh god, It was all bright, I couldn’t see them at all, they were hazel, fo real. I then, placed the glasses on again.

“Sheftay, I told I don’t want to” he shouted and left.

I quickly followed him, took his hands and turned him toward me, “Look at me, I know you don’t see anything around you, but you can sense, hear it and feel it. Blindness never was losing the ability to see, blindness is spiritual blindness. Sometimes we see things we don’t want to see. Would you like to see your girlfriend betraying you? Would you want to see your best friend giving up on you? Would you want to see your brother smoke drugs? Would you?” I said, loudly.

“Oh god, Repetitious. I’m not okay! Come with me” he pulled my hand and walked me slowly to what seems like a park, with a fake water fall. god, it’s amazing how he can hear and walk toward it.

“You see this?” he said, calmly.

“Mhmm” I nodded.

“I know I hear this mostly every day, I know I can walk towards it, I know I can sense it. But I want to see it. I never thought I would miss my oculus like this. You think this is all okay?”

“Okay. I’m Yasmeen and I’m willing to start all over” I smiled, shaking hands with him.

“And I don’t know or want to know that you’re blind, okay” I whispered quietly right into his ears.

I can see his smile, his zillion dollars smile. You know chamillionare wide smile with grins? Mhm, just like that. My baby has it. My baby? Oh I’m talking to myself.. Thank god. I thought I said it in public. Okay shut up.

“What a coincidence! Do you mind if I asked for your full name because there are millions of Yasmeen I know?” He asked politely.

“Yasmeen Flan Al-Flani” I said, wanting to surprise him.

“What? Fuck. I got to go” he suddenly turned weird, again.

“What’s wrong?” I said, pulling his wrist.

“Laa, wla shy” he said, leaving rapidly. He kept bumping into people until he reached a building with a sign on the door for blind people, he sensed it dots by dots then got in. I left immediately after that.

Why is he weird? I didn’t say no, his mom was the one. I have done nothing that caused irritation, nothing! I was generous and free-handed since day one we met, why is he being rude to me? Why can’t he say goodbye once? Every time he leaves, his escapes were always like exploding a bombshell or something like that. I hate you 6ariq. I hate you.

After these intellections, I returned to my apartment empty-handed. I wasn’t in the mood to eat or even walk 5 meters more to the store. My mind was absent, I kind of like him or feel pity for him? How come I can’t differentiate this?

“Hala, wen il chyas?” he asked, confused as soon as I entered. Finally someone that slapped my thoughts away, I love you Ghanim!

“Maybt sorry” I said as I jumped on the sofa.

“It’s okay. Hop up, you look worn out” he said, extending his hands.

“Uuhhh” I pulled his hands and walked to my room.

As a gentleman Ghanim always been, he followed me to my bedroom. He then, took of my sneaks. Seconds after that, I was touching my blanket but he pulled it for me and placed it right on my body; covering every part of it, except my face. I then, re-adjusted the pillow to feel more comfy and closed my eyes imagining his amazing eyes, breath-taking smile and inexplicable escapes. I lastly opened my eyes idly, to find...

Ghanim Lips.
On mine.

until next time...

-I'm really sorry for neglecting my story and my following list. But I'm really busy these days, since all of you know exam started. You really don't want me to fail and get my laptop taken away as a penalty, don't you?

"M...M...M...Me?" chapter five.

“Inta bru7ik 3amay, dshet ma dshet nfs il shay, Yuba dish latser maleq mako a7d erdik!” His friend said. Probably convincing him into getting in.

I blinked, and then shockingly I’m right infront of them. I know I can’t do this in Kuwait, but it must work here. He’s blind, like wtf? I have to help. No just because he’s hot or anything... hehe.

“A...A...A” I lost the ability to speak.

“Wow, great union. Blind guy with a Deaf hottie, you're perfectly a couple, bye” he smiled.

“Kil Kharak” I said, walking to Anonymous; my anonymous.

“Mm, I’m on my way to the little shop at the end of the street, do you want me to drop you?”


“La, I really don’t want to get you into problems with your family or you’re boyfriend.” He said, trying to look straight as much as he can.

“Hah, don’t worry, I live alone” I smiled.

“And your boyfriend?” he asked, slowly.

“Actually, he’s my cousin”.

“I guess I’ll accept the walk invitation after all” he smiled, warmly.

He walked infront of me, and continued when I stopped.

“Alo, you disappeared?” he asked, foolishly.

“La, kamil kamil. You don’t need anyone to guide you” I quetched, with my hand folded across my chest.

“I’m sorry” he stuck his tongue out, then held my hand and pulled me. “Better?”


“You really don’t want anyone to see us, together ... like this” I said, carefully.

“Yeah, I’m sorry” He said looking down.

“So, how all this happened?” I asked.

He really looked like he didn’t want to talk about it; I know it was a hard question. But what happened, already happened. I quickly thought of pulling my question back.

“You don’t have to...”


“No. No, I want to. No one ever asked me for a long time ago”. “I really want to let it out” he breathed heavily.

“I’m all ears” I slightly tapped his shoulder.

“Probably, two years ago. I saw my anonymous beauty queen. Her face was decorated with her wide eyes, long lashed blue-iced eyes; just like her mother who was next to her in the airport, with her pink full, thin lips. Circled face under her sun kissed skin, and an amazing Slim and a Medium-height body”.

“I then, promised to myself. That I would know who this girl is, and ask for her hand as soon as I know her full name” he continued.

What happened then?”

“I was thinking hardly about her, I couldn’t wait so I went back home and asked my mother to go and ask her hand from her parents”.

“Mmm”

“She did. But when she asked her mother, she thought that having a ‘British’ woman as my wife’s mother, wouldn’t work. She then, started talking about ‘Shegolon al nas?’ talk”.

“What was her name?”

“Yasmeen Flan Al-Flani” He said, looking broken-hearted.

M...M...Me?

to be continued...

"blind? like seriously?" chapter four.

Slightly opened the door lock and went to my room passing by the living room. I knew that Ghanim was cooking, so he won’t be in the living room. Yet, shockingly he was.

“e7im.” he cleared his throat.

“Cover your eyes!” I shouted.

“I am, I was going to, iff.” he pouted, with his hands on his eyes.

I let out my laugh, and giggled the rest in my room. It was freezing, seriously. The AC went really cold in a blink of an eye, when I took my towel. “GHANIM, turn off the AC itsss freazzzinnnggg” I barely shouted.

“Mo 3ala kefich, 7ar 7ar” he shouted back.

“Walla, I’ll catch a cold please turn it off my hair’s wet”.

“I won’t, until you come out and beg on your knees” he laughed.

I quickly wore my underwear, bra and pyjama. Lastly, I twirled my hair with a towel; to cover it up.

I opened the door, to find Ghanim lying against my wall with a smirk. I quickly passed him and went towards the AC controller, when suddenly he pulled me from my waist, twirling me around; literally like a twister. I failed trying to loss his hands which was tight around my waist. So here I go...

“Hedni” I said, lowly.

“And If I don’t?”

“Ghanim, stop it” and I broke down, and started sobbing.

I’m not emotional, but I hate being hot under the collar, which means really angry. I lose my nerves and burst out. I know it’s too girly and stupid, but if I felt like I’m helpless I cry more. And Ghanim helped.

“Sorry” he whispered, stroking my hair.

“Ghanim, fe re7a” I said, disgusted.

“Oh shit” he said, running to the kitchen.

I went to the living room, took a napkin and went right after him to the kitchen. The smell was clearly something burned. I hate it, do you? Ugh.

“Guess we have to re-do it?” I looked at the pan.

“But you have to help” he smiled.

“OKAY OKAY, soup!”

“You think I would cook spaghetti if you had ready packed soup?” he stuck his tongue out.

“I’ll go buy some, 3ndena a tiny store down which sells delicious soups” I left the room, not hearing what Ghanim said after what I did.

I wore a large sweater over my pyjama since the store is really near. removed the towel from my hair, pulled my hair into a messy ponytail with my bangs out. Lastly, wore converses instead of my bunny slippers.

5 minutes later,

I walked and walked an everlasting road to the store, thinking of what kinds of soups Ghanim would like. So as I was texting him, I saw ‘Him’ with his friends. Specifically infront of a night club entrance saying to him,

“Inta bru7ik 3amay, dshet ma dshet nafs il shay, Yuba dish latser maleq mako a7d erdik!” His friend said. Probably convincing him into getting in.

to be continued....

Back?

Okay. So I finally thought again and Im delaying my blogville exit. since I know what it feels to be addicted and obsessed with a story that suddenly stops, I reconsidered :). just to make it clear; I'll post until part 10 or 20 (you pick) then Im out. Im really really sorry for what I did earlier. so, will you re-love and re-read my posts? and will you re-support me?

I'm out! bye blogville

Yes, sorry. I finally decided to stop writing stories, because Im not getting any new readers nor comments from all my followers. I already took this decision and I would start posting latest song blogs, sorry again. love you;*

FAREWELL!

"You're supposed to be cooking!" chapter three.

Mysterious who was right behind Ghanim and who witnessed what I just did, walked out also tugged into his friend arm. Leash?

For the first time in a while, I’m eating with company. I slowly dunked the piece of chicken nugget in the sauce. Slowly relishing the sensation that resulted when chicken and barbeque sauce brought together and touched my tongue. Pleasing my appetence, very well.

As the box gets emptier, I sipped my cold diet coke between the bites; completely changing its flavour. Ghanim was enjoying his plain double-cheese burger; due to his mercilessness diet.

At last, everyone to their separate way, knowing that we’ll meet up at my apartment. I know it’s not vulgar sleeping with your cousin in the same place, but we’re kind of different. He’s my best friend yet we have some limitations. Yes I do hug him, but won’t dare to kiss him.

Where did I stop? Oh, yeah. I was driving slowly this time, not rapidly like always. Windows are opened; air was sending movements to my long dark brownish hair. Clouds covered the city, people held their umbrellas in hands; as if they were the shelter that would save them once it rains.

All this great view and great sensation was all evaporated once I heard my phone vibrating in my back pocket. I then, slowly picked it up finding a “new message” appearing on the screen.
I looked straight and my eyes landed on the street, watching my last u-turn to get back home. Pressed the new message notification and read it.

From: Babe#1
“Babe, Agua de Valencia(1). Want some?”

Replied with;
“I thought you forgot the way back to the apartment, because you disappeared in seconds. And yeah, and dont forget to tell him without wine!”

I can’t believe that Ghanim is still single. I know this is usual for Khalejy people to be single until they get married. But he’s so hot, I mean good looking. Mind my descriptions. Yet, he go by “bala 7ub, bala wj3 galb” proverb, or should I say song?

Anyways, let me describe Ghanim with pretty bunch of words. Can I? He had this famous natural tanned skin that completed his amazing facial features. He had this angular face; which held his twinkled hazel eyes, thin dark lips, button nose and finally his brownish hair.

Hot, isn’t he?

15 minutes later, I was in my tub taking a warm shower. Ghanim on the other hand, was cooking some meatballs and spaghetti for the two of us. Ma chena we ate 20 minutes ago, right?

I pressed my legs against the wet floor, slowly walking toward the iron towel. Felt the water drops that tardily fell on my forehead, and then landed on my lips. I was licking my lower lips gently pulling the towel from the towel stand by the sink. Ultimately, wrapped the towel around my body.

Slightly opened the door lock and went to my room passing by the living room. I knew that Ghanim was cooking, so he won’t be in the living room. Yet, shockingly he was.

“e7im” he cleared his throat.
to be continued...

Agua de Valencia(1): Spanish: water of Valencia. It's a cocktail made from a base of cava or champagne (wine), orange juice, vodka and gin.

-sorry for not posting a long one, but as I was writing I heard that one of my family members passed away so I couldn't continue, sorry again.

"Oh boy, he's unearthly!" chapter two.

“Ma 3leh” he said, manfully.

“Way, ashwa inik khalejy. I was going to be a joke”.

“Intay kuwaitia?” he asked.

“eh” I smiled. then continued, “3ady etwareny wen il section mal il cheeses?” I asked, politely.

“Uhh, I can’t”.

Ya rby shel your shades, aby ashuf 3yonick. Uff.

“m, why?” I asked, confused.

“Never mind, I have to go now. Bye” he said, and walked away. Well not alone, his friend was behind him. He tugged into his arms and walked away. Weird, yeah?

So, I guess I have to roam around the supermarket to find sections, yay. I finally found cheese sections, and wow I’m so amazed. There are a lot of cheeses, and yeah All written in Spanish. Wahga!

I pulled what seem like slices and asked an American guy to help me with the rest. By 1:21 pm. I was done. I paid and went back to the apartment, dropped the bags, took my mobile and went out for lunch.

“Mm, I only know McDonalds direction. McDonalds it is” I suggested deeply.

As I was searching for a parking lot, I saw him getting out from the passenger seat of a car just parked on a handicap parking. This annoys me, odd and stupid. Parking instead of handicaps pisses me off, it’s not showing off your courageousness.

Anyways, I stepped out of the car heading toward the entrance door. Ah, the famous odour of McDonalds’ French fries. Yum! I rushed to the counter, ran actually.

“6a3 hathy, mo shayfa akil min gabl?” M’s friend teased, laughing.

I looked at them. Wow, Mr. Mysterious guy at the supermarket. Damn, he looks really fine, hot! “shfeha hathy, etkhz? Tabeny abu6 3yonha?” His friend Interrupted my thoughts.

“Tkhasy” I said, plastering a smile. Walked to the counter and doubtlessly ordered chicken nuggets, with some bbq sauce. “6la3at mina?” Mysterious whispered to a guy infront of him.

“You don’t remember her, the girl in the supermarket?” he tried to remind Mysterious. Is he that stupid? Y3ni I saw you in less than 2 hours.

All I can see was that he whispered to his friend, left the que and walked away. Can he get more weirder?

My phone vibrated my thoughts away. I took a glance at the screen which said “Babe#1 calling”. I’ll surely tell you about him after the call, don’t worry.

Me: Alo, 7beeby.
Him: Hala galbi, Shlonich?
Me: Wala saida, mswyen ru7na couples! Shlon baba?
Him: Walla 3mi Zain, bs killa busy so I might come to Valencia for a week. The shutter driver arrived sa7?
Me: Yeah, I guess. And about visiting me, can’t wait.
Him: Intay ib McDonalds?
Me: Eh, how did you know?
Him: Afa 3lech, turn around.

I did as I told, and saw him standing there smiling at me while I ran to his arms that were fully stretched calling me. Yet my eyes reached a bit further, and found him hurt hearing what his friend was telling him

Mysterious who was right behind Ghanim and who witnessed what I just did, walked out also tugged into his friend arm. Leash?

FYI: I'm neither ghanims' girlfriend nor sister. yet he's my cousin.

to be continued...
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"Dear Valencia, who is he?" chapter one.

‘Yasmeen, wake up. We need some groceries from the super market’ said mama, slowly shaking my back.

‘Mama, b3den b3den"I said, yawning.

"Haw, lesh?".

"Banam" I said, weakly.

"Gumay la sij, I’ll call your father and complain" she shouted, and left the room.

Yeah, how annoying, I know! My mom is half Kuwaiti and half British. So, doubtlessly she has some difficulty talking Kuwaiti. But its improving day after day. Dad on the other hand is fully Kuwaiti, yet you’re gonna see that I live in Valencia, Spain. I’ve been here for only two weeks but My parents were here 1 year ago; surely they know the places, locations and Spanish. My dads works for Kuwait’s embassy in Barcelona. So me and myself living alone in a huge apartment, shuddery!

Anyways, I hopped up out the bed and went straight to the bathroom. Just by passing the front mirror which is placed next to the bathroom door, I looked at myself. Smiled at myself and thanked god of my pretty figures.

I had this wide eyes, long lashed blue-iced eyes; just like my mothers. Pink full, thin lips. Circled face, and sun kissed skin. Slim and a Medium-height body.

So, I’m a typical person who goes in the bathroom. You know exactly what I mean, right? I brushed my teeth, wore my retainer and slightly pulled my hair into a puffy ponytail.

As I finished, I went to my closet. “mm, what to wear?” I thought to myself. As if I’m going out to a special place, Its just a super market. I quickly picked an A&F polo shirt, paired it with dark grey training pants. Yeah, I’m not that stylish. aren’t I?

"Mama, what do you need precisely?".

"Oh, here you go" she handed me a small note book. Probably, needed groceries are written in it.

"Olla, a whole notebook leash?" I said, shocked.

"Stop asking. And I prefer Mercadona than any other supermarket".

“Ok” I huffed.

So, I did as I told. All the way people stop driving and stare, I wish I could bump into them as a punishment. I hate it when people do that, as if I care. But its annoying y3ni. A bad habit, Guessed I left it back in Kuwait.

“Mabghayt osal” I complained, deeply. I stepped out of the car, with my LV bag held with the right hand and the note book with the other.

It was empty, I like it this way. You see, I’m not a fan of crowded places. Less about me, and let me focus on buying the groceries.

-Slice cheese
-dr. peppers
-Black pepper
-eggs

A whole notebook for these? Really… Never mind.

“Oh, sh3rfni slice cheese bil Spanish” I asked myself, slowly searching my phone in my bag. “Oh shit. I forgot it, stupid” I said, slightly slapping my forehead.

“Parece que te estás perdido. Puedo ayudarle?” Asked an attractive guy. Mm, shakla mo ghareb. Yasmeen, you’re in Spain not the avenues.

“Habla Inglés (English)?” I asked the only sentence/question I know in Spanish. Wow, It really helped.

“Yeah” Mamma Mia, he talks English, too.

“Uh, wen alga slice cheese” I asked, quickly.

What was I thinking? probably being in Sultan Centre.

“Uh, sorry” I apologized.

“Ma 3leh” he smiled, manly.

to be continued...
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Atypical June: finale; XX(20)

Thanks to everyone who commented, read and followed my blog. Im sorry for saying this, "I might not start a story, during school days. but I'll be surely reading all of your blogs :)"

So yeah,I’m married to 9ali7. Not mishary. My father rejected at first, but then he accepted knowing the we loved each other. Our love is for real, seriously. He thought that we’ll last forever together, inshallah.

I was an angel, with a halo on top whenever he’s around me. He wrapped his arms around me before going to bed, he place his hands on my belly cause the baby’s coming ahead. On another girls, his eyes never led. I would give up everything, for him instead.

He treated me as if I’m a queen during pregnancy. Well tonight, I’m completing my 9 month. I hope I don’t faint, I’m being really careful, like Nora advised.

Well, yeah. Who knows people may change? They do. Actually, Nora changed a lot in those couple of months. She’s acting as if she’s my mother I lost, she was okay with 9ali7 and his father. They were all close. Neither problems nor fights crossed our lives.

One day, I was sitting on my bed, reading “breaking the dawn” with a peaceful sound of water, popping from the bathroom. Used by 9ali7, my babe. When I felt nauseous, and my tummy hurt.

“9ali7, I think I’’m getting pregnant soon” I barely shouted on top of my lungs.

“breath baby, breath” said 9ali7, running all naked from the bathroom, wrapping a towel around himself.

“I can’t. take me to the hospital, now” I said, slowly.

He quickly wore a shirt and a baggie shorts, pulled a converse. Wore a cap. And said,“Inshallah 7bebty” caring me in his arms and taking me to the nearest hospital.

@the hospital.9ali7s P.O.V

All I can hear was her “ouch, a77” and screams. I’m getting really worried. I called her dad and mine, and they’ll be coming by now.

I kept asking the nurse about her, every minute. And she’d go “she’s fine, its normal”. but I don’t think it is. Just as her father arrived, I sat on one of the chair infront of her room. I was exhausted and filled up with thoughts.

2 days later….

“3atham alla ajrik” said 3my fahad.

“ajerna o ajrik” I barely said.

I couldn’t take this anymore, I never thought I’d miss her like this. But I already did. I blame myself and my daughter alot. Specially my daughter, she’s the main reason after her death. I couldn’t help myself, hearing the same “3atham alla ajrik” from uncountable people, coming to the funeral.

So I excused and left to her room, June. I needed air, to burst out what’s left in. Crying wont bring her back, right? Screaming her name before going to sleep wont bring her next to me, right? Holding a knife on my daughter wont replace her with June, right?

Days After Days....

Her father suggested that I marry Lulu, but I simply disagreed. I know she loved me and June, but I cant sleep next to another woman other than June. And I wont let my daughter call another woman, mama other than June.

Well, Mishary was still my best friend yet We became so close in the funeral days. He cried alot, which shows how precious she is to him. I felt guilty for taking her away from him. but he surprisingly got married to his second cousin. He confessed one day, that he never loved any girl as much as he loved June. He kept going to her grave and pray for her, and read "alfat7a" one her. He veritably oved her...

So if your asking about his daughter? He decided that he wont tell her when she grows up. Afraid of getting her all mentally ill. Every time I think about it, and her. Tears stream down my face cause I’m losing something I can't replace. I’m just weak thinking about her.

You know, when you lose the original and get the copy? Yeah, that’s the feeling when I lost Typical June, and she’s replaced with Atypical june. They really look alike, but the personality may look different.

Her eyes were hazel, her straight nose perfectly ended high just like Kristen Stewarts, but her brown full lips made her just like her mother. Her short brown hair well duplicated her carrot-like skin complexion.

Mother like Daughter.

Typical June died on 4/11.
Atypical June was born on 4/11.

8 years later…

"Christina" I called her, through the intercom.

"Ahlan estaz Sali7" said my secertary.



"Ana bru7 ayeb benty min il madresa, saway ily geltlich 3leh earlier" I commanded.



"Inshalla estaz".

I told the Secretary to cancel my ahead business meetings earlier. I quickly walked my way out of my company, got in my black camero. opened the front folded mirror, and readjusted my ghetra and 3ghal. "yabela shaving" I thought out loud.

I was driving, extremly fast to get to June on time; when the bell rings. And I did, I arrived exactly the same time. Uh their she is, really looking cute wearing a purple skirt with a white t-shirt what’s called a uniform and ended with a black ballerina shoes.

I saw her walk with a heavy backpack held on her back. So I quickly rushed out of my car, took it from her and placed it in the back seat. shockingly, just as I got in the car...
“Baba, why all the girls in my class have a mother, when I don’t?” Asked junior June.

THE END!

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Atypical June: pre-finale; XIX(19)

Removed my make up, pulled my wavy long hair into a loose bun,wore my pyjama and slowly drifted off to sleep.

*wedding night*

As I walked on the red carpet, that ended with a huge white chair. Numerous pictures were getting captured. Numerous smiles plastered on women faces. Numerous flower cuts are being thrown on me. Numerous thoughts crossed my mind. And finally, numerous feelings I’m experiencing.

My pearl white groom was perfectly made. My updo, was perfectly straightened. My flowers was perfectly held. My entrance was perfectly prepared. My facial expressions were perfectly faked.

Yay me.

People I don’t even know were invited, and some of them congratulated me. Om saif, was the happiest around, greeting people and even being congratulated. She comes to me every now and then, to check up on me. As if im sick. Yeah I’d be sick of this position.

When they announced the men are coming, every woman wrapped her shown body with a scarf or what called “3abaya“. Anyways, I was nervous yet excited to see 9ali7. I mean mishary. Mind my incorrect thoughts.

Suddenly, I saw him in his white dishdasha, shiny ghetra with a dead black coloured 3gal , familiar masculine tanned figure. 9ali7.

I seriously couldn’t take my eyes off of him, he really looked hot yet a mess. Oh now, that wasn’t a million dollar smile, he just flashed. Woi, tell me I’m dreaming? Cause I saw it fo real, yo!

I just smiled back, acting all ‘tikana’ infront of my mother in law. Well, the great moment was screwed when Mishary sat next to me. I seriously thought of a suicidal jump from a balcony. yet unluckily, there isn’t any.

Oh now he didn’t! he just touched my hands, please move it. You’re really passing the line. Oh now you didn’t just kissed it. I’m gonna kill you once we get to the hotel.

Oh no, hotel. Room. Pitbull lyrics? Ugh.

Oh my god, he just saw me smile to 9ali7, and 9ali7 winked back. No, I don’t want a battle in my wedding. As if I liked it. No I have to right? Its my wedding after all right?

“June” Mishary cleared his throat.

“Hala 7beeby” I responded, what? Agola shtaby? Cause no jed, I seriously need a car then I’ll flip on him. Anyways back to reality.

“mistansa?” he asked, confused.

“yeah. thank your mom for this amazing wedding, couldn’t be better” I said, acting all happy.

“Ah, eh. Aslan saweta 3shan zujty il 7lwa” he flirted? Chub zain.

“ah, hahahe” I can’t fake a laugh, can’t I?

“shu hayda? Lek arb jamba!” the photographer popped out from nowhere.

“Ok” he smiled, and came closer to me.

My eyes led on his eyes, they were burning fire. He wished that he could break Mishary arms that was hugging me, and fingers that were touching me. His body that was glued to me. And his heart the stole from 9ali7, me.

“Go to him”

Until the next last time...
Ok so its so close, the end. Im happy yet I dont want it to end.
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Atypical June: part XVIII(18)

Just as he closed the door, my phone vibrated. I took a glance at the screen watching, “Text - August (9alo7)”

I quickly opened it, read it and the next thing I felt, was his arms around me.

9ali7.

“Im.. Im sorry” words came out directly to his face.

“Hush, you’ve picked the right guy” he said, placing his index on my lips.

“bs, 9ali7” I barely spoke. “I loved you” a tear was dropped.

“I know its hard, bs shnsawy. Malna naseb. I know meshary, he’ll treat you well. Wallah, he never talked or thought about a girl but you” he said, hurt.

The next thing I felt, was my lips attached to his, slowly kissing it. Savouring the flavour that painted his lips. He responded by kissing me back, its like I controlled and he responded. Trembles was sent and received through my whole body. I slowly started with his under lips, then to the upper one, trying to discover every inch of it.

10 minutes of kissing, was like ten years in heaven. I know I was stupid for doing that, but I couldn’t command my lips and myself when they were lusting his lips. I don’t think I’m initiating a new life with Meshary.

Just as I backed up, I broke down. I couldn’t control my tears, I was afraid yet happy for Meshary. I just wanted to live with someone who has caring and lovingness. I wished for the guy infront of me, but I see god picked mishary for me. He might be better than 9ali7, a little.

“Babe, stop crying. Khalas their coming tonight. Believe me you’ll experience happiness you never experienced before with Meshary. Specially when you wear this white dress o bring kinds later, you’ll will be happy and satisfied with your choice over me. And if you don’t want to see me again, I’ll leave from now. I want the best for you” he said, lovingly.

I was in silent, I couldn’t speak. I wish I would express the words in my heart, but I guess it should be kept in. I love him, for being the closest to me. No other person will know me more than him. Another than my mom.

“Khalas, silence is consent” he said, leaving.

“9ali7” I said, pulling his hands.

“How can you say that?” I said as I slightly wrapped my arms around him; hugging him friendly.
“Ahah, yala badlay mayamdy etswen sha3rich hatha il 6wel” he played with my hair, then left my room.

Later that night (milcha)…

“Yala nesta’athn 3yl” said, om saif(mishary's oldest brother).

“Ween? Taw il nas, min zman 3nkom” said my father.

“Ana law 3lay, chan 6agha jam3ya ashtrely kambal o anam 3ndkom” he said, winking at me.

“Ahaha” everybody laughed together.

“Yala 3yl, ma3a il salama” obu saif said.

I went to my father and mother in law, kissed their cheeks when they pushed me to kiss, Mishary. Ugh, why why?

Okay, so apparently, I kissed him. Once, then he pulled me to his other cheek to kiss him twice. It seemed like an everlasting night. As soon as I said goodbye, I went to my bed room. la2 la2, literaly ran.

Removed my make up, pulled my wavy long hair into a loose bun,wore my pyjama and slowly drifted off to sleep.



*wedding night*

Until next time...