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Invalid reasoning. three.

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


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


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


"ily etshufa" my voice was full of shyness.

"ilmilcha bachir! Khalas" he shouted.

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

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


Ping.

Me:
Bass!

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


Me:
goul mashalla:p.


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


Me:
Bachir please! Maly khelg ilyom.

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


Me:
take care babe xx

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


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

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

His attendance maintains me alive.


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

Invalid reasoning. two.

Ping.

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

Me:
7mod. ba6il malaqtick.

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

Me:
Watch your mouth! okhouk kha6ebi!

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

Me:
BYE!

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

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

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

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

Me:
Oh.

3essa:
7alo, et7beny?

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

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

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

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

“Ha?”

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

“3-3eesa?” I guessed.

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

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

“Ween ween?” said 3eesa.

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

“I. can’t. breath.” he barely said.

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

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

“E7m, I’m your brother” Fahd said.

“Way, shtabi?”.

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

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

“3an al ghala6!” he pushed me.

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

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

He cleared his throat.

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

“Yala”.

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

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

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

“Haya, gasdi Khalti haya” he called.

“Hala Yuma?”

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

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

Invalid reasoning. intro.

Invalid reasoning,

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

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

Knock
Knock
Knock

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

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

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

Ping.

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

Me:
Fay, I’m fucking eighteen. :)

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

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

(Car horns...)
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Glee Obsession.

Glee girls cast preforming halo ( S01E06)

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


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


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

SHRAYKOOM!

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

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

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

so are you IN?

Ze!

"Microwaving our metal tragedy" Chapter six.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure!”

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

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

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

“Why?” He asked, disappointed.

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

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

“Ya Leet” I sipped my water again.

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

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

“One condition!” I said rapidly.

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

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

“Yes?” he asked, excited.

“Yes”.

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

My Inspiration:
Fire Bomb by Rihanna.

"Microwaving our metal tragedy" Chapter five.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jealous much?” I stuck my tongue out.

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

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

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

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

“Thank you,” we said in unison.

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

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

“HELL YES” I said excited.

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

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

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

“Leash il extension?” I teased.

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

“Hala?” I asked worried.

“Banam 3ndich il Lela”.

“Haha, leash?”

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

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

“Mafy shay ytha7ik” He crossed his hands.

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

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

“HEY! 3eeb” I teased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ayabaa” He said jumping on my bed.

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

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

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

“3azoz, pick another movie” I complained.

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

“I’m scared of horror movies!”

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

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

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

I slept differently that night....

What's wrong with followers?

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

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

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

thank you.

"Microwaving our metal tragedy" Chapter four.

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

“I can’t go” I said, looking down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Madre, Akhaf et3assib” I said, shyly.

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

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

“Now”, he said excited.

“Aziz, I need to tell you something”.

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

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

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

Flash back;

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

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

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

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

“Shtabeny aswee y3ni?” he shouted back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End of flash back.

“Y3ni you liked him?” he suddenly asked.

“I did” I said holding back my tears.

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

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

“Eh…?” he asked for a continuous.

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

"Microwaving our metal tragedy" Chapter three.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” I raised an eyebrow.

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

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

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

I shook my head, as a no.

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

“na3m?” I asked looking at him.

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

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

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

“Where are you going?” I asked concerned.

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

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

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

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

"Microwaving our metal tragedy" Chapter two.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Facing some difficulties?” he asked, teasingly.

“No, I’m actually fine” I answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Microwaving our metal tragedy" Chapter one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hours later…

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

All I did, and could do is nod.

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

‘Her’ Perspective:
Two days later;;;

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

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

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

“Good morning” I smiled warmly.

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

“Only if he explained what really happened”.

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

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

“Sure,” the Doctor said.

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

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

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

I nodded.

“Et7beena?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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