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.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
"Goodbye?" chapter twelve.
Identity, wenich?
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“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.
“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.
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.
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.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
"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 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.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
"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.
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.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
"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;*
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;*
Saturday, November 21, 2009
May I have your attentions please?
Dear Readers,
Do you want to know my kind of music? I give complaints freely and outspokenly on music, you'll respond to mine and I'll accept them; agreements or disagreements.
My wordpress blog is back on track, here you go. 0utspokenly.wordpress.com
Do you want to know my kind of music? I give complaints freely and outspokenly on music, you'll respond to mine and I'll accept them; agreements or disagreements.
My wordpress blog is back on track, here you go. 0utspokenly.wordpress.com
Friday, November 20, 2009
Help?
Hello companions,
I dont ask for anything, right? I just want this, and I'll never ask for something after it. Please comment, she needs only 3 comments and she'll post. I cant hold my horse, khalas I want to read the next post. but, she said that she only need 3 post to publish it. Can you please comment for two reasons? One, her blog is awsome, really amazing story. and Two, you cant say no to Zarh rightie?
"ohohehe" laughs shyly.
http://queenofmyhood.blogspot.com
Au revoir étrangers,
Zarh;*
I dont ask for anything, right? I just want this, and I'll never ask for something after it. Please comment, she needs only 3 comments and she'll post. I cant hold my horse, khalas I want to read the next post. but, she said that she only need 3 post to publish it. Can you please comment for two reasons? One, her blog is awsome, really amazing story. and Two, you cant say no to Zarh rightie?
"ohohehe" laughs shyly.
http://queenofmyhood.blogspot.com
Au revoir étrangers,
Zarh;*
"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:*
“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…
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…
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
"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.
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.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
"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...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?
Monday, November 9, 2009
"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...
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...
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
"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....
“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....
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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?