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!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
"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...
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.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
"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...
thanks for the support and feedback (:
“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...
thanks for the support and feedback (:
Monday, October 19, 2009
"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...
should I stop or continue? and what do you think?
‘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...
should I stop or continue? and what do you think?
Saturday, October 17, 2009
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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Friday, October 16, 2009
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.
Please comment;**
*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.
Please comment;**
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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...
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...
Atypical June: part XVII(17)
No, I did it cause Mishary and dad was happy… and I know 9ali7 wont marry me, since my father never liked him… nor my dad first and last conclusion; nora. Well,9ali7 father somehow asked nora hand, 3 years ago. before she met my father....
Another day, started.
I woke up from a messege ringtone, popping from my mobile. Not to be surprised, It was from Mishary.
“Good morning 7bebty,
Today at 6 pm. my parents and I are coming. Kesh-kheeli ;).
-Kha6ebich”
Sij, msadig. I know my fiance, but not yet. I looked at the watch on the sided table, It was 2:30 pm. Wow, I slept a lot yesterday. I quickly got up, took an extremely long shower. Refreshed my self, with warm water falling like tears on my face. I was crying, not because of Mishary nor 9ali7. I cried cause I’m weak, I cant do anything by myself. I needed her.
Mom.
“June 7bebty, yala come out you’ve been there for hours, kil hatha teseb7” Msa3ad said.
Wondered where’s msa3ad? Well, we’ve been communicating by phone, messages and BBM. Fawaz and I, never talked since McDonalds, remember? Oh yeah, he went to Bahrain with his friends. that’s what I heard. Now back to me.
“Kany al7en ba6la3” I said, with my shaky voice.
“June, you okay?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’m okay” I reassured him.
I quickly finished, wrapped two towels, one that covered my body, and another one wrapped around my hair. Sprayed some body perfume, and deodorant-spray. And as I opened the door handle, I found him sitting on my bed, reading a VOGUE magazine. Wow, since when boys check out magazine?
“Please don’t tell me you decided to go gay?” I begged.
“With this girl infront of me, aked la2” he winked.
“Shtaby raz wayhik and messing around with my stuff?” I asked, pulling my magazine away.
“Kefy, and Noro dazatny achayk 3lech” he took a deep breath. “Now, can you tell me whats going on?” he asked, concerned.
“Mom” I sat on the edge of the bed. “I wanted her here” I sighed.
“7bebty june, Alla y3wthich inshallah” he said, slightly lashed my back.
“But..”.
“No buts, latgolenly you’re the reason. Alla katb chethy, maradna kilna benmot. Yala now I’ll leave and you get ready, nabech teksh-khen!” he said, as he opened the door.
“Fawaz mo yay?” I asked, before seeing him leave.
“Red 3shanich, o inshallah beye” He smiled, closing the door behind him.
Just as he closed the door, my phone vibrated. I took a glance at the screen watching, “Text - Augest(9alo7)”
I quickly opened it, read it and the next thing I felt, was his arms around me.
Until next time.
khush cliffhanger ;). And the finale is soon;** Bad and good ending.
Another day, started.
I woke up from a messege ringtone, popping from my mobile. Not to be surprised, It was from Mishary.
“Good morning 7bebty,
Today at 6 pm. my parents and I are coming. Kesh-kheeli ;).
-Kha6ebich”
Sij, msadig. I know my fiance, but not yet. I looked at the watch on the sided table, It was 2:30 pm. Wow, I slept a lot yesterday. I quickly got up, took an extremely long shower. Refreshed my self, with warm water falling like tears on my face. I was crying, not because of Mishary nor 9ali7. I cried cause I’m weak, I cant do anything by myself. I needed her.
Mom.
“June 7bebty, yala come out you’ve been there for hours, kil hatha teseb7” Msa3ad said.
Wondered where’s msa3ad? Well, we’ve been communicating by phone, messages and BBM. Fawaz and I, never talked since McDonalds, remember? Oh yeah, he went to Bahrain with his friends. that’s what I heard. Now back to me.
“Kany al7en ba6la3” I said, with my shaky voice.
“June, you okay?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’m okay” I reassured him.
I quickly finished, wrapped two towels, one that covered my body, and another one wrapped around my hair. Sprayed some body perfume, and deodorant-spray. And as I opened the door handle, I found him sitting on my bed, reading a VOGUE magazine. Wow, since when boys check out magazine?
“Please don’t tell me you decided to go gay?” I begged.
“With this girl infront of me, aked la2” he winked.
“Shtaby raz wayhik and messing around with my stuff?” I asked, pulling my magazine away.
“Kefy, and Noro dazatny achayk 3lech” he took a deep breath. “Now, can you tell me whats going on?” he asked, concerned.
“Mom” I sat on the edge of the bed. “I wanted her here” I sighed.
“7bebty june, Alla y3wthich inshallah” he said, slightly lashed my back.
“But..”.
“No buts, latgolenly you’re the reason. Alla katb chethy, maradna kilna benmot. Yala now I’ll leave and you get ready, nabech teksh-khen!” he said, as he opened the door.
“Fawaz mo yay?” I asked, before seeing him leave.
“Red 3shanich, o inshallah beye” He smiled, closing the door behind him.
Just as he closed the door, my phone vibrated. I took a glance at the screen watching, “Text - Augest(9alo7)”
I quickly opened it, read it and the next thing I felt, was his arms around me.
Until next time.
khush cliffhanger ;). And the finale is soon;** Bad and good ending.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Atypical June: part XVI(16)
Dedicated to my newest follower, ShuShu :**
“7beebty june, Mishary” he looked at him, then continued “Red 3shan y56bich, o etru7en m3ah Amsterdam, yadrs his last semester o etrdon hne b3deen” he looked happy, really happy.
“Aaahh, mmm” I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t able to.
“june, you can take your time. I’m staying here for 2 weeks…” he said.
“La2, mishary. I mm not gonna say no” I said, blushing.
9ali7 was never on my mind, when Im around Mishary. Mishary somehow steels my mind, heart and literally everything. His voice, his scent, his smile, his dimple, Mashary kila.
“Shgeltay?” he asked, shocked.
“Mwafqa” I said, standing up and heading to my room.
“Waraha!” he said, as he stood up and came after me.
“Hey Hey, yala yala 3ala betkom. Wen ga3den?” shouted my father.
“3my!” he whined.
“Ru7 ru7, alla yahdekom” dad answered, laughing.
“Mashkor ya a7la 3am bil 3alam” he winked.
“3yaar!” he rolled his eyes.
______________________
As I removed my shirt, he entered. “close your eyes, sakerhom!” I yelled.
“Afa, ana zujich officially khalas”.
“Chub, lma yser il 3rs eser khair” I said, covering my body with a pillow.
“3amy, bachir il 3rs o il kh6uba” he screamed.
I just laughed at his reaction, Im in love… la la wait wait, Im not sure whether I love him or like him as a brother. I just have to shake those thoughts. I cant believe I said yes, I know It wont end good….
Mishary left, after calling my father. I changed to my PJ dress, wore my bunny slippers and then pulled my hair into a messy ponytail; typical me. I went out knowing that Mishary left. But unfortunately, he’s was there. sitting on the couch, holding a remote with his right hand, and a cup with the other.
“Hala bil zain” he said, as he gestured for me to sit beside him.
“Uh, I have to answer this call” I said, as soon as I heard my phone vibrating.
“Take your time, babe” he said, taking a sip of his tea. I took my mobile and went out, not to annoy him. Mo 3n akhaf mina, its just impolite though…
Phone Call:
Me: Alo?
9ali7: 7bebty lesh swety feny chethy?
Me: Ah, 9ali7... Saif
9ali7: Shfeh saif?
Me: Kha6abni…
9ali7: O wafaqtay?
Me: Im, Im sor….
9ali7: Khalas june, alla yhanech.
And the line died, bringing tears to my eyes. I couldn’t hurt him, he’s always there for me… I never meant to be stubborn.
No, I did it cause Mishary and dad was happy… and I know 9ali7 wont marry me, since my father never liked him… nor my dad first and last conclusion; nora. Well,9ali7 father somehow asked nora hand, 3 years ago. before she met my father....
Until next time…
Blue= Kalam Il wald :p.
Green= Mishary.
And yeah, I decided I should finish this story ib part 20. and start a new fresh one, cause mukhy mashallah, bynba6 min new ideas.
“7beebty june, Mishary” he looked at him, then continued “Red 3shan y56bich, o etru7en m3ah Amsterdam, yadrs his last semester o etrdon hne b3deen” he looked happy, really happy.
“Aaahh, mmm” I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t able to.
“june, you can take your time. I’m staying here for 2 weeks…” he said.
“La2, mishary. I mm not gonna say no” I said, blushing.
9ali7 was never on my mind, when Im around Mishary. Mishary somehow steels my mind, heart and literally everything. His voice, his scent, his smile, his dimple, Mashary kila.
“Shgeltay?” he asked, shocked.
“Mwafqa” I said, standing up and heading to my room.
“Waraha!” he said, as he stood up and came after me.
“Hey Hey, yala yala 3ala betkom. Wen ga3den?” shouted my father.
“3my!” he whined.
“Ru7 ru7, alla yahdekom” dad answered, laughing.
“Mashkor ya a7la 3am bil 3alam” he winked.
“3yaar!” he rolled his eyes.
______________________
As I removed my shirt, he entered. “close your eyes, sakerhom!” I yelled.
“Afa, ana zujich officially khalas”.
“Chub, lma yser il 3rs eser khair” I said, covering my body with a pillow.
“3amy, bachir il 3rs o il kh6uba” he screamed.
I just laughed at his reaction, Im in love… la la wait wait, Im not sure whether I love him or like him as a brother. I just have to shake those thoughts. I cant believe I said yes, I know It wont end good….
Mishary left, after calling my father. I changed to my PJ dress, wore my bunny slippers and then pulled my hair into a messy ponytail; typical me. I went out knowing that Mishary left. But unfortunately, he’s was there. sitting on the couch, holding a remote with his right hand, and a cup with the other.
“Hala bil zain” he said, as he gestured for me to sit beside him.
“Uh, I have to answer this call” I said, as soon as I heard my phone vibrating.
“Take your time, babe” he said, taking a sip of his tea. I took my mobile and went out, not to annoy him. Mo 3n akhaf mina, its just impolite though…
Phone Call:
Me: Alo?
9ali7: 7bebty lesh swety feny chethy?
Me: Ah, 9ali7... Saif
9ali7: Shfeh saif?
Me: Kha6abni…
9ali7: O wafaqtay?
Me: Im, Im sor….
9ali7: Khalas june, alla yhanech.
And the line died, bringing tears to my eyes. I couldn’t hurt him, he’s always there for me… I never meant to be stubborn.
No, I did it cause Mishary and dad was happy… and I know 9ali7 wont marry me, since my father never liked him… nor my dad first and last conclusion; nora. Well,9ali7 father somehow asked nora hand, 3 years ago. before she met my father....
Until next time…
Blue= Kalam Il wald :p.
Green= Mishary.
And yeah, I decided I should finish this story ib part 20. and start a new fresh one, cause mukhy mashallah, bynba6 min new ideas.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Atypical June: part XV(15)
Dedicated to my new follower; Nawarii :**
“Khalas lgeetha!” he stopped, then continued “Since the belt is so tight, ana bg3ad 3lech o asug leman enshuuf jam3ya aw shy neshtre minha scissors, okay?”.
“La2, mishary I can’t” I said.
“I know its wrong, bs a3rf jam3ya greba hne” he exclaimed.
And after some confincing I agreed, Mishary slightly sat on my lap. He was heavy, bs what can I do other than that?I started complaining about his heaviness, but he shuts me up by stepping on my legs. Which seriously hurts.
“Bs tara wallah e3wr” I complained.
“shswe fech, sektay sektay. Radio” he shouted, angrily.
“You said, its really near. Wenha il jam3ya hathy?” I shouted angrily back.
“Ib taskten wla adish ib Shaba?” he threatened.
“Many sakta, O warny shbetswee” I said, knowing that he wont have the guts to do it.
“Awrech” and the next thing, we were in the police station.
Mishary was signing the papers as he whipped the blood on his forehead. Shwaya 3leh, he deserved more for doing this. I on the other hand, just had little bruises on my right hand. It hurts, bs I cant complain again.
“7ywan, tadree?” I whispered lma 6l3na min il mghfar.
“7ywan fech” he teased.
“Inzain, shako yay betna today? Ma 3ndkom bait?” I asked.
“La2, bs bnam 3ndkom ilyom” he wiggled his eyebrows.
“g6eeee3a” I mumbled.
“Ha?” He asked, starting the engine.
“La wla shy” I plastered a smile.
“3baly b3d” he winked and went off. The whole way back home, I was asleep or playing with the radio. Yeah, playing with it. I was pressing every button on it. Seriously, I love the sound and annoying Mishary.
“Maga6 sheftay radio min gabl?” he asked.
“Emballah” I said, in a girly voice.
“Akh, shakly bdish bil truck ily gbaly”.
“la2 khalas, e7im e7im” I said, boyishly.
“Eh chethy. 7seseny ina feh rayal bel beet other than your father” he stuck his tongue out.“Kalb” I said, slightly punching his arms.
“I’m so glad I came here” he said, looking deeply at my eyes.
“Inzain, please focus”.
“etkhafeen 3lay?” he asked, est3b6ing.
“Egolon”.
We arrived home a bit late, my father asked about my bruises. And we changed the subject like always. Something weird was happening while we all was sitting in the living room. Mishary was sending winks to my father, and my father sends messages. “Whats wrong?” I asked, confused.
“7beebty june, Mishary” he looked at him, then continued “Red 3shan y56bich, o etru7en m3ah Amsterdam, yadrs his last semester o etrdon hne b3deen” he looked happy, really happy.
“Aaahh, mmm” I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t able to.
Yes or 9ali7?
Until next time...
im in the mood to write today, fa here you go;).
& Id, 9ali7 7a8ha Only. (sorry darliam, you have to fight) :p.
“Khalas lgeetha!” he stopped, then continued “Since the belt is so tight, ana bg3ad 3lech o asug leman enshuuf jam3ya aw shy neshtre minha scissors, okay?”.
“La2, mishary I can’t” I said.
“I know its wrong, bs a3rf jam3ya greba hne” he exclaimed.
And after some confincing I agreed, Mishary slightly sat on my lap. He was heavy, bs what can I do other than that?I started complaining about his heaviness, but he shuts me up by stepping on my legs. Which seriously hurts.
“Bs tara wallah e3wr” I complained.
“shswe fech, sektay sektay. Radio” he shouted, angrily.
“You said, its really near. Wenha il jam3ya hathy?” I shouted angrily back.
“Ib taskten wla adish ib Shaba?” he threatened.
“Many sakta, O warny shbetswee” I said, knowing that he wont have the guts to do it.
“Awrech” and the next thing, we were in the police station.
Mishary was signing the papers as he whipped the blood on his forehead. Shwaya 3leh, he deserved more for doing this. I on the other hand, just had little bruises on my right hand. It hurts, bs I cant complain again.
“7ywan, tadree?” I whispered lma 6l3na min il mghfar.
“7ywan fech” he teased.
“Inzain, shako yay betna today? Ma 3ndkom bait?” I asked.
“La2, bs bnam 3ndkom ilyom” he wiggled his eyebrows.
“g6eeee3a” I mumbled.
“Ha?” He asked, starting the engine.
“La wla shy” I plastered a smile.
“3baly b3d” he winked and went off. The whole way back home, I was asleep or playing with the radio. Yeah, playing with it. I was pressing every button on it. Seriously, I love the sound and annoying Mishary.
“Maga6 sheftay radio min gabl?” he asked.
“Emballah” I said, in a girly voice.
“Akh, shakly bdish bil truck ily gbaly”.
“la2 khalas, e7im e7im” I said, boyishly.
“Eh chethy. 7seseny ina feh rayal bel beet other than your father” he stuck his tongue out.“Kalb” I said, slightly punching his arms.
“I’m so glad I came here” he said, looking deeply at my eyes.
“Inzain, please focus”.
“etkhafeen 3lay?” he asked, est3b6ing.
“Egolon”.
We arrived home a bit late, my father asked about my bruises. And we changed the subject like always. Something weird was happening while we all was sitting in the living room. Mishary was sending winks to my father, and my father sends messages. “Whats wrong?” I asked, confused.
“7beebty june, Mishary” he looked at him, then continued “Red 3shan y56bich, o etru7en m3ah Amsterdam, yadrs his last semester o etrdon hne b3deen” he looked happy, really happy.
“Aaahh, mmm” I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t able to.
Yes or 9ali7?
Until next time...
im in the mood to write today, fa here you go;).
& Id, 9ali7 7a8ha Only. (sorry darliam, you have to fight) :p.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Atypical June: part XIV(14)
new hottie(meshary) added:**
“Btyaneeny intay” he complained.
“If you don’t want it, don’t ask for it” I winked as I stood up and went upstairs to my room.
“So 9ali7 Ha?” said a feminine voice from behind.
“Aa, lulu.” I said, shocked.
“Eh, lulu. I thought you’re really my friend, turns out that haya is right. Back stabber!” she shouted.
SLAP!
“slap me for this bitch” she asked, while a painful tear found it way on my face.
“eh, ya lulu. Shofay, ana 3mri ma 7beet wa7da kithr ma a7b June o wla 3mry b7bich. You stick to me like a glue, I don’t love you and I wont. ‘m sorry if my words hurts bs I got to say the truth. And for the first time I’m telling it to June b3d” 9ali7 confessed.
His confession made my lips part, my tongue was tied up, I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t believe him saying “7beebty, galbi and 7yaty” and he meant it, bs I thought it was all friends-talk. Fool me.
“June, walla I love you” he said, hugging me.
I held him tighter every time his heart beats faster. I was lost, but in his arms. 9ali7 arms, the guy I never thought of as a boy friend. But my eyes are widened now. I can see it in his eyes, I can feel love… and yeah for the first time.
“Aa, lulu. Walla I’m sorry, makint adree about this, If you don’t want me around him 3adi, I can be his friend bs please I don’t want to lose you”.
“June, I’m sorry I was selfish” she apologized.
“Don’t say sorry” I said, running to her arms. Kissing her cheeks.
“e7im” 9ali7 cleared his throat.
“What?” we said in unison.
“Aghar” he said, blushing. Ah, boys blush too.
“Lulu, plant more kisses” I said, hard headed.
“La Yuba, shtabon eser feni. Ayin?” he said, pulling me away from lulu’s arms.
“I hate you” she huffed.
“Afa, ana?” I said, acting all sad.
“Abrakha min sa3a, y9faly il jaw.” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Min awalha chethy, 9ali7 I wanna break up” I said, holding my laugh.
“La, khalas walla asif. Saway ily taby, and yeah ily tabena. 7etan m3a Lulu” he said really fast.
“aslan ma agdar” I said, blushing. “and boy, you’re really gamey”.
“afa 3lech!” he sent a naughty wink.
“We3, I cant stand you both. Bye” she said, as I tugged in her arms. “bru7 weyach” I said slowly.
“La 7beebty ween ma3aha, masr3!” he said, then continued “mara7 aswe fech shay, don’t be afraid”.
“mm, okay”.
We talked, he flirted, I blushed. For literally hours, then we went hand in hand to mbarak house. I didn’t tell 9ali7 about yesterday, afraid of being weak infront of him. Another reason, I don’t want him to hurt mbarak, nor get mad.
“Hala, 9alo7ka” screamed Mishary.
Okay. Let me tell you about Mishary. He’s my cousin, from my father’s side. I never saw him, lala wait. I saw him like twice or trice only, cause he was studying in Amsterdam.
He changed a lot, cause I saw him 3 years ago. His nose, was straight, sharp and a bit long. Really dark, little long, hair. Tanned skin and really hot. Specially when he put his glasses on! Mo il ray bans! La la la, il 6beya!
“Mishary” I screamed on top of my lungs.
“Beyonce?” He teased.
“Chub, Ana june”
“Whal ykhfa il qamar?” eh, he’s funny shway. Dreena!
He came running and hugged me, lifting my feet off the ground. And spinning me around. My favourite song. Ahhh.
“Mm, shyabick here?” I asked slightly playing with his hair.
“Oboch sent me here, to pick you up. Ana 6ab3an ma sadagt chan age6 chan6ety o yetich raki’6” he smile, enjoying the moment.
“A7im” 9ali7, cleared his throat.
“Ahh, yala byeb my bags then” I said, as I stood.
“Mmm, Can I help?” Mishary offered.
“Well,” Looking at 9ali7. “Inta eg3ad hne, tawick yay t3ban, 9ali7 will do” as I smiled.
“Eh okay” he smiled, pulled me. Then kissed my cheeks.
“Min il wald” he winked.
I was pulled by 9ali7 silently. “What was that?” he asked, irritated.
“9ali7, mo min awalha. He’s my cousin” I said, walking away.“Laaa, 7elfay?”.
“Shswelik y3ni? Ana geltla Kiss me?” I asked, shouting.
“3al aqal ba3adtay shway” he said.
“Ouho, Im sick of this. I don’t need your help khalas thank you” I was angry, yet happy to see Mishary again.
“Ah, June” he called.
I just walked away, took my bag and left the chalet with invisible tears hidden deep down in my eyes.
“Mishary, stop looking at me. Focus on the road” I said, angrily.
“Ahd hal wayh o agabil il shar3? Farg farg” typical silly mishary.
“Mishary inzil inzil”.
“Finally, we’ll make out. Na6erha min zeman” he teased.
“I wanna drive your Aston” I said, blushing.
“7alich, 9arat maltich” he said, getting to the passenger seat as I was next to him.
“Inzain, ana yu3ana. Ma klet o ma3rf asug” I said, rubbing my tummy.
“Laaaa, mashru3 yu3ana o mat3rfeen? La Yuba, park park!” he said, afraid.
“Ouf, bs I’ll drive it tomorrow maly shi3’l” I stuck my tongue out, as I removed my seat belt, bs It wasn’t.
“Aaa, mishary I need help”.
“wleeh shno hatha, wagta” he said, trying to remove my seat belt.
“uff, 7ada bad timing… ayyyyyy a77777 wayd thyj 3ala my tummy… stop pulling it” I complained.
“Khalas lgeetha!” he stopped, then continued “Since the belt is so tight, ana bg3ad 3lech o asug leman enshuuf jam3ya aw shy neshtre minha scissors, okay?”.
“If you don’t want it, don’t ask for it” I winked as I stood up and went upstairs to my room.
“So 9ali7 Ha?” said a feminine voice from behind.
“Aa, lulu.” I said, shocked.
“Eh, lulu. I thought you’re really my friend, turns out that haya is right. Back stabber!” she shouted.
SLAP!
“slap me for this bitch” she asked, while a painful tear found it way on my face.
“eh, ya lulu. Shofay, ana 3mri ma 7beet wa7da kithr ma a7b June o wla 3mry b7bich. You stick to me like a glue, I don’t love you and I wont. ‘m sorry if my words hurts bs I got to say the truth. And for the first time I’m telling it to June b3d” 9ali7 confessed.
His confession made my lips part, my tongue was tied up, I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t believe him saying “7beebty, galbi and 7yaty” and he meant it, bs I thought it was all friends-talk. Fool me.
“June, walla I love you” he said, hugging me.
I held him tighter every time his heart beats faster. I was lost, but in his arms. 9ali7 arms, the guy I never thought of as a boy friend. But my eyes are widened now. I can see it in his eyes, I can feel love… and yeah for the first time.
“Aa, lulu. Walla I’m sorry, makint adree about this, If you don’t want me around him 3adi, I can be his friend bs please I don’t want to lose you”.
“June, I’m sorry I was selfish” she apologized.
“Don’t say sorry” I said, running to her arms. Kissing her cheeks.
“e7im” 9ali7 cleared his throat.
“What?” we said in unison.
“Aghar” he said, blushing. Ah, boys blush too.
“Lulu, plant more kisses” I said, hard headed.
“La Yuba, shtabon eser feni. Ayin?” he said, pulling me away from lulu’s arms.
“I hate you” she huffed.
“Afa, ana?” I said, acting all sad.
“Abrakha min sa3a, y9faly il jaw.” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Min awalha chethy, 9ali7 I wanna break up” I said, holding my laugh.
“La, khalas walla asif. Saway ily taby, and yeah ily tabena. 7etan m3a Lulu” he said really fast.
“aslan ma agdar” I said, blushing. “and boy, you’re really gamey”.
“afa 3lech!” he sent a naughty wink.
“We3, I cant stand you both. Bye” she said, as I tugged in her arms. “bru7 weyach” I said slowly.
“La 7beebty ween ma3aha, masr3!” he said, then continued “mara7 aswe fech shay, don’t be afraid”.
“mm, okay”.
We talked, he flirted, I blushed. For literally hours, then we went hand in hand to mbarak house. I didn’t tell 9ali7 about yesterday, afraid of being weak infront of him. Another reason, I don’t want him to hurt mbarak, nor get mad.
“Hala, 9alo7ka” screamed Mishary.
Okay. Let me tell you about Mishary. He’s my cousin, from my father’s side. I never saw him, lala wait. I saw him like twice or trice only, cause he was studying in Amsterdam.
He changed a lot, cause I saw him 3 years ago. His nose, was straight, sharp and a bit long. Really dark, little long, hair. Tanned skin and really hot. Specially when he put his glasses on! Mo il ray bans! La la la, il 6beya!
“Mishary” I screamed on top of my lungs.
“Beyonce?” He teased.
“Chub, Ana june”
“Whal ykhfa il qamar?” eh, he’s funny shway. Dreena!
He came running and hugged me, lifting my feet off the ground. And spinning me around. My favourite song. Ahhh.
“Mm, shyabick here?” I asked slightly playing with his hair.
“Oboch sent me here, to pick you up. Ana 6ab3an ma sadagt chan age6 chan6ety o yetich raki’6” he smile, enjoying the moment.
“A7im” 9ali7, cleared his throat.
“Ahh, yala byeb my bags then” I said, as I stood.
“Mmm, Can I help?” Mishary offered.
“Well,” Looking at 9ali7. “Inta eg3ad hne, tawick yay t3ban, 9ali7 will do” as I smiled.
“Eh okay” he smiled, pulled me. Then kissed my cheeks.
“Min il wald” he winked.
I was pulled by 9ali7 silently. “What was that?” he asked, irritated.
“9ali7, mo min awalha. He’s my cousin” I said, walking away.“Laaa, 7elfay?”.
“Shswelik y3ni? Ana geltla Kiss me?” I asked, shouting.
“3al aqal ba3adtay shway” he said.
“Ouho, Im sick of this. I don’t need your help khalas thank you” I was angry, yet happy to see Mishary again.
“Ah, June” he called.
I just walked away, took my bag and left the chalet with invisible tears hidden deep down in my eyes.
“Mishary, stop looking at me. Focus on the road” I said, angrily.
“Ahd hal wayh o agabil il shar3? Farg farg” typical silly mishary.
“Mishary inzil inzil”.
“Finally, we’ll make out. Na6erha min zeman” he teased.
“I wanna drive your Aston” I said, blushing.
“7alich, 9arat maltich” he said, getting to the passenger seat as I was next to him.
“Inzain, ana yu3ana. Ma klet o ma3rf asug” I said, rubbing my tummy.
“Laaaa, mashru3 yu3ana o mat3rfeen? La Yuba, park park!” he said, afraid.
“Ouf, bs I’ll drive it tomorrow maly shi3’l” I stuck my tongue out, as I removed my seat belt, bs It wasn’t.
“Aaa, mishary I need help”.
“wleeh shno hatha, wagta” he said, trying to remove my seat belt.
“uff, 7ada bad timing… ayyyyyy a77777 wayd thyj 3ala my tummy… stop pulling it” I complained.
“Khalas lgeetha!” he stopped, then continued “Since the belt is so tight, ana bg3ad 3lech o asug leman enshuuf jam3ya aw shy neshtre minha scissors, okay?”.
Until next time...
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Friday, October 2, 2009
Atypical June: part XIII
"Hedny Hedny" I screamed, and yes when I scream I have this very dala3'y voice. I stopped when suddenly I felt something on my lips...
I knew those lips very well, they were 9ali7’s. “meno” I asked, stepping away a bit.
“Im.. Mm.. sorry” he said, as he moved his hand.
“9ali7” I said, shockingly.
“Mmmm”.
“Hold up, Am I dreaming?” I was lost, yeah don’t blame me. Blame his perfect soft lips, his special scent… the way he controlled my lips flawlessly. I was shocked, 9ali7? I always thought off him as a brother. Why now?
“Ana mo 9ali7” he suddenly said.
“3yl?” I asked, confusingly.
“M.. Mbarak” he barely said.
“What!! put me down” I commanded.
“June, please don’t get me wrong… I couldn’t handle my self” he said, putting me down.
“Ugh,” I said, slightly hitting him with my bag then walked to my chalet.
As I was walking to my room, I heard foot steps behind me… “9alo7, stop it”.Then Someone from behind covered my eyes with both of his hands, enough with the covering yeah?
“iff, mno?” I huffed.
“Afa nseetay 9oty?” 9ali7 teased, moving his hands.
“Weeeh, shyabik al7en bnaam” I complained.
“Mako, btnzleen il 9ala n6ali3 Marsh o b3dain namay”.
“Lala, wallah ta3bana. 5alha next week” I tried to whine, bs adry maynf3.
“Haha, yala ta3alay” he carried me from my legs, yeah my legs.
“9ali7, I swear Im about to fall, wallah” I screamed.
He ignored, eqthni.
He sat me down on the couch, and went to play the dvd. He brought some popcorns and diet cokes. Handed me a blanket and sat next to me. He covered his body with the same blanket. “Tabeny ayeblick blanket, we have a lot in the store room?"I asked.
“La2, maby mashkura” he smiled then took a sip of his diet coke.
Well, you know.. I slept when the names displayed in the introduction. But mr.9ali7 kept nagging and pushing me so I had to watch it. “If 9ali7 I’m sleepy” I started complaining.
“Namay 3ala il couch” he said, not looking me… staring at the screen.
“Its not comfy” I complained girlishly.
“t3alay” he gestured to come over and sit on his lap. Im going crazy …
“No way, your not my boyfriend” I rolled my eyes.
“btyen wila atelch?” he starts now.
“Ouf, bs law I slept till the morning take me to bed, 3shan Lulu” I said, slightly sitting on his lap.
“A777, shno thgela intay” he teased.
“9ij” I looked down, cause Im going to the gym 3 times a week, and he says Im fat?
“La2, 7a.. Th3efa” he smiled.
In actually seconds I slept on his lap, my arms around his neck and my head rested on his strong shoulder. Every time I inhale, his scent goes through my nose.. and give me butterflies.
“7beebty, namat wayd. Junty Jannonty” he whispered, slightly touching my cheeks.
“hmmm?”
“Yala wake, bnakil ‘3ada 3nd mbarak” he said. When I heard his name, I quickly teared tugging into his t-shirts. I never kissed someone on the lips, mbarak was already taken.. i guess. It hurts, that I couldn't stop him or push him away. I couldn't face him today...
“Shfech Galbi?” He asked worried.
“Galbick?” I stopped crying for a second, and had this confused look on.
“Mmm, you kinda said… mm ina you love me when you were asleep” he said, blushing.
“mmm”.. “I better go change” I said, slowly moving from his lap. As I was wearing my slippers, he pulled me from my waist back to his lap then he slightly planted a kiss on my left cheek, then on my right. His kiss was different, he never kissed me this way before…
“mm, your hands” I said, looking at his hands.
“La2, many hadich ila lmn akth my morning kiss” he smiled devilishly.
“Uhh, here you go” I kissed his right cheek for a long time, mmm… 1 minute maybe.
“Btyaneeny intay” he complained.
“If you don’t want it, don’t ask for it” I winked as I stood up and went upstairs to my room.
“So 9ali7 Ha?” said a feminine voice from behind.
Until next time....
Hadeya! :p. 6l3tlkom bil weekend mahahaha!
I knew those lips very well, they were 9ali7’s. “meno” I asked, stepping away a bit.
“Im.. Mm.. sorry” he said, as he moved his hand.
“9ali7” I said, shockingly.
“Mmmm”.
“Hold up, Am I dreaming?” I was lost, yeah don’t blame me. Blame his perfect soft lips, his special scent… the way he controlled my lips flawlessly. I was shocked, 9ali7? I always thought off him as a brother. Why now?
“Ana mo 9ali7” he suddenly said.
“3yl?” I asked, confusingly.
“M.. Mbarak” he barely said.
“What!! put me down” I commanded.
“June, please don’t get me wrong… I couldn’t handle my self” he said, putting me down.
“Ugh,” I said, slightly hitting him with my bag then walked to my chalet.
As I was walking to my room, I heard foot steps behind me… “9alo7, stop it”.Then Someone from behind covered my eyes with both of his hands, enough with the covering yeah?
“iff, mno?” I huffed.
“Afa nseetay 9oty?” 9ali7 teased, moving his hands.
“Weeeh, shyabik al7en bnaam” I complained.
“Mako, btnzleen il 9ala n6ali3 Marsh o b3dain namay”.
“Lala, wallah ta3bana. 5alha next week” I tried to whine, bs adry maynf3.
“Haha, yala ta3alay” he carried me from my legs, yeah my legs.
“9ali7, I swear Im about to fall, wallah” I screamed.
He ignored, eqthni.
He sat me down on the couch, and went to play the dvd. He brought some popcorns and diet cokes. Handed me a blanket and sat next to me. He covered his body with the same blanket. “Tabeny ayeblick blanket, we have a lot in the store room?"I asked.
“La2, maby mashkura” he smiled then took a sip of his diet coke.
Well, you know.. I slept when the names displayed in the introduction. But mr.9ali7 kept nagging and pushing me so I had to watch it. “If 9ali7 I’m sleepy” I started complaining.
“Namay 3ala il couch” he said, not looking me… staring at the screen.
“Its not comfy” I complained girlishly.
“t3alay” he gestured to come over and sit on his lap. Im going crazy …
“No way, your not my boyfriend” I rolled my eyes.
“btyen wila atelch?” he starts now.
“Ouf, bs law I slept till the morning take me to bed, 3shan Lulu” I said, slightly sitting on his lap.
“A777, shno thgela intay” he teased.
“9ij” I looked down, cause Im going to the gym 3 times a week, and he says Im fat?
“La2, 7a.. Th3efa” he smiled.
In actually seconds I slept on his lap, my arms around his neck and my head rested on his strong shoulder. Every time I inhale, his scent goes through my nose.. and give me butterflies.
“7beebty, namat wayd. Junty Jannonty” he whispered, slightly touching my cheeks.
“hmmm?”
“Yala wake, bnakil ‘3ada 3nd mbarak” he said. When I heard his name, I quickly teared tugging into his t-shirts. I never kissed someone on the lips, mbarak was already taken.. i guess. It hurts, that I couldn't stop him or push him away. I couldn't face him today...
“Shfech Galbi?” He asked worried.
“Galbick?” I stopped crying for a second, and had this confused look on.
“Mmm, you kinda said… mm ina you love me when you were asleep” he said, blushing.
“mmm”.. “I better go change” I said, slowly moving from his lap. As I was wearing my slippers, he pulled me from my waist back to his lap then he slightly planted a kiss on my left cheek, then on my right. His kiss was different, he never kissed me this way before…
“mm, your hands” I said, looking at his hands.
“La2, many hadich ila lmn akth my morning kiss” he smiled devilishly.
“Uhh, here you go” I kissed his right cheek for a long time, mmm… 1 minute maybe.
“Btyaneeny intay” he complained.
“If you don’t want it, don’t ask for it” I winked as I stood up and went upstairs to my room.
“So 9ali7 Ha?” said a feminine voice from behind.
Until next time....
Hadeya! :p. 6l3tlkom bil weekend mahahaha!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Atypical June: part XII
“mno hatha” he said, as soon as I hung up.
“9ali7” I smiled.
“Aha, yala khala9tay?” he asked.
“Eh, yala meshena”
As I was pulling a detol napkin, my bag fell. I bent down to pull it when one of the guys took it fast and gave it to me. I kind of touched his hand while taking it from him, it was cold yet really soft. “mmm, thank you” I slightly smiled then walked away refreshing his million dollars smile moment.
I stepped in the car waiting for Fawaz who excused to go to the bathroom. In about 2 minutes he came back holding a bag. I wonder what was in it.
“Hach” he said, throwing it on me.
“a7, shno hatha?” I asked, slowly opening it.
“extra burgers 3shan bleel 7a8na” he replied, starting the engine.
“mm, brd shaleehna cause bachir brid” I told him.
“weh, 3yl take it with you. Itha ye3tay y3ni” He teased.
“la …” I paused and pulled my phone again.
Me: Alo?
Nassir: Halla Halla.
Me: Shtaby khalesny?
Nassir: 3arfatna 3adil, I was wondering.. I mean 9ali7 mo ra’6y ynchub, kil shway egoly deg 3leeha es2lha. Weenich?
Me: Coming home, wena 36ny 9ali7 abee akelma.
Nassir: Hach,
Me: 9ali7.
9ali7: shtaben?
Me: ok bye.
9ali7: woi, atghashmar shfech, meta btrdeen 7beebty. *ay a7777 5ara fek(in the background)*
Me: Shilsalfa?
9ali7: 7ywan na9ir 7athaf 3lay il controller.
Me: A77, yala shtaby?9ali7: Ok bye *imitating me*
Me: Yalla byeeeeee, goood night.
9ali7: La khalas sorry, meta nawya teyeen galbi?
Me: Mmmm, al7en.. So I can pack.
9ali7: Shno shno shno? 3eday again ma sma3t shgeeltay?
Me: 9ali7, sorry bs akhaf baba y39b 3lay o nor.. *I paused and looked at Fawaz who was staring* khalty nora.
9ali7: La ana adeg 3la oboch agola, yalla take care bbye.
Me: Bbye ..
I hung up and started tuning to 99.7, nothing special popped up from the speakers so silent took it place. Fawaz dropped me home then headed to his chalet. As I was walking to my door some one carried me and took me to a place, I seriously couldn’t see anything cause he was placing his hands above my eyes covering them.
"Hedny Hedny" I screamed, and yes when I scream I have this very dala3'y voice. I stopped when suddenly I felt something on my lips...
Until next time…
“9ali7” I smiled.
“Aha, yala khala9tay?” he asked.
“Eh, yala meshena”
As I was pulling a detol napkin, my bag fell. I bent down to pull it when one of the guys took it fast and gave it to me. I kind of touched his hand while taking it from him, it was cold yet really soft. “mmm, thank you” I slightly smiled then walked away refreshing his million dollars smile moment.
I stepped in the car waiting for Fawaz who excused to go to the bathroom. In about 2 minutes he came back holding a bag. I wonder what was in it.
“Hach” he said, throwing it on me.
“a7, shno hatha?” I asked, slowly opening it.
“extra burgers 3shan bleel 7a8na” he replied, starting the engine.
“mm, brd shaleehna cause bachir brid” I told him.
“weh, 3yl take it with you. Itha ye3tay y3ni” He teased.
“la …” I paused and pulled my phone again.
Me: Alo?
Nassir: Halla Halla.
Me: Shtaby khalesny?
Nassir: 3arfatna 3adil, I was wondering.. I mean 9ali7 mo ra’6y ynchub, kil shway egoly deg 3leeha es2lha. Weenich?
Me: Coming home, wena 36ny 9ali7 abee akelma.
Nassir: Hach,
Me: 9ali7.
9ali7: shtaben?
Me: ok bye.
9ali7: woi, atghashmar shfech, meta btrdeen 7beebty. *ay a7777 5ara fek(in the background)*
Me: Shilsalfa?
9ali7: 7ywan na9ir 7athaf 3lay il controller.
Me: A77, yala shtaby?9ali7: Ok bye *imitating me*
Me: Yalla byeeeeee, goood night.
9ali7: La khalas sorry, meta nawya teyeen galbi?
Me: Mmmm, al7en.. So I can pack.
9ali7: Shno shno shno? 3eday again ma sma3t shgeeltay?
Me: 9ali7, sorry bs akhaf baba y39b 3lay o nor.. *I paused and looked at Fawaz who was staring* khalty nora.
9ali7: La ana adeg 3la oboch agola, yalla take care bbye.
Me: Bbye ..
I hung up and started tuning to 99.7, nothing special popped up from the speakers so silent took it place. Fawaz dropped me home then headed to his chalet. As I was walking to my door some one carried me and took me to a place, I seriously couldn’t see anything cause he was placing his hands above my eyes covering them.
"Hedny Hedny" I screamed, and yes when I scream I have this very dala3'y voice. I stopped when suddenly I felt something on my lips...
Until next time…
Hey, sorry for not posting much. Bs walla Im busy with school and I posted this gabl la aru7 il hospital tonight L. so waayd sorry:**
ILY-ALL
And Happy Oct.