Outspokenly(o̵ut′spō′kən)

Part 3 is up, readers!

2010-10-08T01:32:00.001+03:00

Part three is up, sorry for the delay but I'm really busy with life and school. Feedbacks are really appreciated.

Thanks,
KARMA.

Part two. Up.

2010-10-01T12:52:00.001+03:00

Part two is up! I wrote everything I could write. Sorry for the delay.

I need your feedback. Spread the word about my blog, readers. Please. And silent readers, please comment. It won't take a minute.

Thanks,
Enjoy!

New story is up.

2010-09-21T19:12:00.001+03:00

I waited for inspiration to hit me to write this story. That's why it took so long to gather up the ideas and put them into my words.

This story is different. Very new to what you've read on Blogspot and Wordpress. Inspired by Sahr Al-Lail, the show that was on Al-Watan TV during the holy month. I promise you it's nothing like the story of the show.

It will take me sometime to write a new post now because I have to be sure of every tiny detail I add to the story. But I'll try my best to post longer posts.

I promised my beloved readers that the new story would be nothing like my old ones, and I'm sticking to that promise. All I need is your feedback and comments. I've lost so many readers.. I miss everyone so much and I'd love to see your names shinning again under every post.

http://karmaslapped.wordpress.com

Love,
Karma/Zarh.

Part 12 is up.

2010-06-10T12:40:00.001+03:00

I've been away for a long time and sorry:$.
There you go, enjoy.
www.karmaslapped.wordpress.com

Part 11 is up!

2010-05-21T11:44:00.000+03:00

Sorry for the delay. x
Enjoy xx

Part 10 is up!

2010-05-17T17:33:00.001+03:00

The last post was 9, thank pop princess for noticing.

Enjoy x
Feedback please!x

Part 9 is up.

2010-05-15T18:59:00.003+03:00

Part 9 is up x
Enjoy, feedbacks please. x

Part 8 is up!

2010-05-09T16:59:00.002+03:00

Yes yes, I'm trying to be the a great blogger. I won't be posting more this week. Only on friday though.

Anyways, I'm so glad that I'm getting my old readers back. I'm glad that i have new readers too. I love you all to tiny bits xx.

Enjoy & Your feedbacks are appreciated,
www.karmaslapped.wordpress.com

This post is dedicated to PopPrincess, I love you. x

Part 7 is up!

2010-05-08T17:33:00.001+03:00

Yes two posts a day, I'm inspired.. :D
Enjoy & I really appreciate your feedback x

+I love you all for supporting me. x

Part 6 is up!

2010-05-08T01:22:00.002+03:00

I know, I know. Inspiration knocked on my door late this time. Sorry for the delay. As I promised, something you guys will love. Nothing too special though. Sorry (I guess).

Anyways, there you go..
www.karmaslapped.wordpress.com

forgive moi & enjoy xx

Part 5 is up!

2010-05-03T17:00:00.001+03:00

Enjoyyyyy;*
Too much drama, but I promise there will be alot happening next post. x
Please comment xx.

Part 4 is up!

2010-05-01T10:29:00.002+03:00

Part 4 is up.
Enjoy,

www.karmaslapped.wordpress.com

part 3 is up!

2010-04-23T12:52:00.002+03:00

Here you go, a very long post,
http://karmaslapped.wordpress.com/2010/04/23/iii-i-could-say-im-sorry-if-you-think-it-would-help/

Enjoy!

My new blog!

2010-04-20T14:21:00.004+03:00

New blog, deleted the old one..
I wasn't really satisfied with the whole 'Outspokenly' name and thingy.. &I wanted to start something new, there you go,

Karma slapped,
www.karmaslapped.wordpress.com

Very very very fresh idea.. Let's see how many people in this story will get face slapped by karma..
Please check it out, &comment.

I know you miss me, Z. xx

In my head, 3 is up!

2010-03-17T15:38:00.001+03:00

Sorry for the time lag;* x
http://outspokenly.wordpress.com/2010/03/17/in-my-head-3/

enjoy;* pls comment:) x

Part 2 is up, x

2010-03-08T22:30:00.000+03:00

Part 2 is up. In my head is the name.
Comment pls. :) x

http://outspokenly.wordpress.com/2010/03/08/in-my-head-2/

I think I'm back... :p

2010-03-06T16:11:00.002+03:00

I miss you guys, walla!
Thanks to Queenofmyhood, I'm back. Yes, I am.

Outspokenly.wordpress.com :D

invalid reasoning. FINALE is up!

2010-01-05T14:45:00.001+03:00

Yeah yeah yeah, well this will be my last post.
Inshalla, when I'll get my full inspiration, I'll start a book. Inshalla!

here you go, http://outspokenly.wordpress.com/2010/01/05/invalid-reasoning-finale/.

This is it.

2010-01-02T12:13:00.000+03:00

ThOutspokenly.wordpress.com.

Invalid reasoning. seven is up!

2010-01-01T11:58:00.002+03:00

Happy new year ya'll;*

No post, no so long. bs I'll be posting really soon inshalla.
Comment;).

http://outspokenly.wordpress.com/2010/01/01/invalid-reasoning-seven/

Invalid reasoning. six is up!

2009-12-30T15:23:00.002+03:00

Yes part six is up!
Enjoy and don't forget to comment:*
http://outspokenly.wordpress.com/2009/12/30/invalid-reasoning-six/
:')

Invalid reasoning. five is up!

2009-12-27T17:35:00.001+03:00

Invalid reasoning part five is up, outspokenly.wordpress.com.
Comment and enjoy:*

Moved to wordpress.

2009-12-26T04:04:00.001+03:00

Hello,

The tittle explains the post right? yeah.
I moved to wordpress, cause I dont like blogspot alot. plus, I can post from my iphone, via Wordpress app, so I can post alot, in no time.

excited?
Outspokenly.wordpress.com
Part 4 is up there:*

Invalid reasoning. three.

2009-12-24T13:31:00.004+03:00

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.

2009-12-22T21:18:00.006+03:00

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.

2009-12-20T22:39:00.004+03:00

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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In or out? :p
Dedicated to Licious;*

Glee Obsession.

2009-12-12T00:35:00.004+03:00

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!

2009-12-10T18:02:00.002+03:00

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.

2009-12-09T22:32:00.002+03:00

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.

2009-12-08T22:10:00.003+03:00

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?

2009-12-08T01:32:00.001+03:00

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.

2009-12-05T16:02:00.003+03:00

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.

2009-12-05T02:03:00.005+03:00

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.

2009-12-02T20:03:00.007+03:00

“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.

2009-12-02T05:02:00.006+03:00

“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...

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

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

2009-12-02T03:30:00.004+03:00

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

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

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

2009-11-28T23:20:00.002+03:00

Dear Diary,

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

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

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

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

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

Good Bye diary....

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

"Goodbye?" chapter twelve.

2009-11-27T13:27:00.008+03:00

Identity, wenich?

3eedkom mbarak;**

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http://www.flickr.com/photos/mffphotography/

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“YASMEEEN BA6LAY AL BAB” Sultan screamed.

Another hard knocks.

But I’m all done here.

Goodbye.

"Sultano, abeek shway ta3al" chapter eleven.

2009-11-26T01:38:00.006+03:00

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

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

“Inshallah you stop!” I said, angrily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t” I whispered.

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

“I said this before” I mumbled.

“Ha?” he asked, confused.

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

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

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

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

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

“Good morning, new fiancés” Ghanim said later.

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

“Sultano, abeek shway ta3al” he called him.

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

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

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

2009-11-25T13:40:00.004+03:00

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

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

A day after...

“Good morning” he whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2009-11-24T14:24:00.003+03:00

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;*

May I have your attentions please?

2009-11-21T12:57:00.001+03:00

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

Help?

2009-11-20T18:06:00.002+03:00

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 love you, too" chapter nine.

2009-11-20T11:47:00.002+03:00

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

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

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

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

“Nurse, Nurse” Ghanim called, holding me.

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

Ghanim viewpoint:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yasmeen viewpoint:

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

“Ghanim” I whispered.

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

“3yona” he smiled.

"I love you" I grinned.

"I love you, too".

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

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

2009-11-20T00:38:00.001+03:00

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

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

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

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

“Mama” I barely speaked.

“Yes 7beebti, taben shy?” she asked.

“Where am I?” I asked her, confused.

“Bed, where else?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Answer my question please” I said, irritated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I laughed, really loud.

“Haw, shfech?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing, I just hate your name” opps.

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

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

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

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

Until next time…

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

2009-11-18T18:52:00.003+03:00

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

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

“shfech etsarkhen?” she asked, irritated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

6ariq.

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

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

“Wow, and why is that?”

“Duh, you’re blind?” I said, unsure.

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

HOW THE HELL?

FUCK!

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

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

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

until next time, actually tomorrow.

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

2009-11-14T01:13:00.004+03:00

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

M...M...Me?

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

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

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

“6ariq Al-Flani” he smirked.

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

“Ah, I can’t” he sighed.

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

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

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

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

“You see this?” he said, calmly.

“Mhmm” I nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ghanim Lips.
On mine.

until next time...

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

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

2009-11-09T18:31:00.003+03:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And your boyfriend?” he asked, slowly.

“Actually, he’s my cousin”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, how all this happened?” I asked.

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

“You don’t have to...”

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

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

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

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

What happened then?”

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

“Mmm”

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

“What was her name?”

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

M...M...Me?

to be continued...

"blind? like seriously?" chapter four.

2009-11-03T17:33:00.006+03:00

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

“e7im.” he cleared his throat.

“Cover your eyes!” I shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hedni” I said, lowly.

“And If I don’t?”

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

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

“Sorry” he whispered, stroking my hair.

“Ghanim, fe re7a” I said, disgusted.

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

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

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

“But you have to help” he smiled.

“OKAY OKAY, soup!”

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

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

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

5 minutes later,

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

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

to be continued....

Back?

2009-11-03T15:17:00.000+03:00

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

I'm out! bye blogville

2009-10-27T14:25:00.001+03:00

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

FAREWELL!

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

2009-10-23T01:53:00.009+03:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hot, isn’t he?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2009-10-21T18:16:00.009+03:00

“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 (:

"Dear Valencia, who is he?" chapter one.

2009-10-19T15:28:00.011+03:00

‘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?

Atypical June: finale; XX(20)

2009-10-17T00:05:00.005+03:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@the hospital.9ali7s P.O.V

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

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

2 days later….

“3atham alla ajrik” said 3my fahad.

“ajerna o ajrik” I barely said.

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

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

Days After Days....

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

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

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

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

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

Mother like Daughter.

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

8 years later…

"Christina" I called her, through the intercom.

"Ahlan estaz Sali7" said my secertary.

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

"Inshalla estaz".

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

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

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

THE END!

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Atypical June: pre-finale; XIX(19)

2009-10-16T18:44:00.004+03:00

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;**

Atypical June: part XVIII(18)

2009-10-14T18:53:00.005+03:00

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...

Atypical June: part XVII(17)

2009-10-14T15:56:00.003+03:00

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.

Atypical June: part XVI(16)

2009-10-11T15:41:00.005+03:00

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.

Atypical June: part XV(15)

2009-10-10T13:07:00.004+03:00

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.

Atypical June: part XIV(14)

2009-10-09T16:45:00.004+03:00

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?”.

Until next time...

K7 K7, wayd 6wel! ;p

*& pleaseeeeee pleaseee comment :$.

Atypical June: part XIII

2009-10-02T07:41:00.005+03:00

"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!

Atypical June: part XII

2009-10-01T17:45:00.004+03:00

“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…
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Atypical June: part XI

2009-09-24T15:03:00.005+03:00

“Jealous 3shan he gets sluts? o ana g3d yam a7la wa7da on earth. I don’t think so, Aby ily yamy” he winked. Can I call this flirting? Im falling… for …. Him …. Early…. Too early.

“Yala, nezlay” he said, as he rushed to my door and opened it. What a gentlemen ha?

“thank you,” I blushed.

“7yach” he winked, and pulled me. Yes, pulled me from my hand to McDonalds. Im not hungry now, Im tummy filled now.

I gave him my order then sat on the nearest empty table. No one was around. Five minutes later, bunch of guys looked like 20’s came in. Ah, I was drooling. Yes drooling, well not drooling drooling. Almost!

They were 5, 3 tanned, 2 chay 7leb. I was starring, when Fawaz kicked my legs from under the table. “Ha?” he interrupted my thoughts about this yellow shirt guy. Ah, If I could draw him, I would show you all.

He was tanned, fully tanned. Hazel eyes, the one the showed from far. Short brownish hair, cap wore backwards. His muscles ah, he looked *sexy*. Not that guy you find in American gladiators, Na-Aa. The one with not that strong muscles, and six packs bs still looked, HOT.

“a’3ar” not now, uhh. Shard 3lek?

“hehe, sorry” I blushed.

“Al3an omhaaaaaa” he said, then started whistling. I turned around to see her. Yes a slut. Welcome to Halaga city again. There in chalets now, wow. I stepped on Fawaz’s foot so hard. Im not jealous, im kinda of yes yes. Ouuf.

“7setay feny?” he said, taking a sip from the diet coke.

“7ywan” I said, pissed. Sh-hal 7araka?

“Hehe, et’3aren 3lay?” he asked, knowing the answer.

“La2” I lied.

“e83ad, nazalat her dress. Allah 3ala her -CENSORED-” he’s killing me.

“Fawazo bs” hitting him with the tray.

“Ha, shgeltay, et’3areen wila abdi bil bnt ily yamha?”.

“eh” I huffed.

“shno ily eh?” he smiled deviously.

“Il hatha” I said, avoiding saying it.

“Tara ha!” g3d y7rny hatha?

“eh a’3ar” I blushed into mo red, obo il red.

“Etyanenen tadreen?”.

“galoha ‘3airik” I teased.

“Mno il 7ywan ily galich, 5leny athba7a” he said, folding his sleeves y3ni 9ij.

“Chill, my girl-friends.” I said, calming him down. A5af yswe shy. Mo mal ‘3shamra shakla.

“3baly b3d”.

I sensed some vibration in my cross bag, I quickly pulled my phone and answered.

Me: Alo.
9ali7: Yo Yo
Me: Watup yo nigga?
9ali7: Watup yo nigga? Kaak, g3da agol yo yo 3n rab3i. Walla inich day5a!
Me: Hehe, Shlonick? *looking at Fawaz pissed*
9ali7: Fine all da time.
1 minute later.
Me: Hehe, I’m good thanks for asking.
9ali7: A55!
Me: SHFEK?
9ali7: 5asart kila minich, na7s!
Me: Inzain ya 9ali7.
9ali7: Mo intay mo intay.
Me: 3yl?
9ali7: il 9a7ba.
Me: Kaak, mno il ma8roda?
9ali7: Ma t3rfeenha Ma t3rfeenha, qa9b razat il face.
Me: Malat, shtaby dag. Dag testa3b6?
9ali7: Goal thany Tf 3leech
Me: 9ALI7!
9ali7: Il 9a7ba Il 9a7ba mo intay shefech.
Me: Bye.
9ali7: Yalla bser3a reday, yabonich bil dowania.
Me: Kalb. Bye.
9ali7: Mno kalb, il 9a7b akeed.
Me: Hehe*I couldn't hide it* La2 int.
9ali7: 3baly b3d, yala take care.

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“mno hatha” he said, as soon as I hung up.

“9ali7” I smiled.

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Atypical June: part X

2009-09-24T00:22:00.004+03:00

“A5, ya galbi” said this hot guy placing his hands on his heart side of his chest. I gave msa3ad this shfeh-hatha look, then he nodded as in skip-him.

“m.. aa.. Shlonich” said this bald guy, a bit longer than me. Cute but not sexy as msa3ad or those boys. “Im fine, what about you ….” I wanted to know his name.

“R-Rakan, mm june? As in joon?” he asked, confused.

“yup yup,” okay I guess I’m fitting in nicely, but where’s the brothers. I mean my brothers. “where’s my brothers” I whispered to mas3ad.

“Hatha rakan, our brother bs min om thanya, he’s sweet try talking to him 3ala ma il shabab e5l9on l3b o don’t worry he‘s 16” he talked softly.

“Mm, june, tabeen ne6la3 cause ez3aj” he said, pulling me from my wrist to the living room. I didn’t nod or say yes, why did you ask then?

“Mm, Im starving. Broo7 adwerly shy bil kitchen.” I said, holding my belly.

“Haha, me too wallah. Can you cook nuggets?” he asked.

“lel2saf, nope” I said, ashamed.

“No problem, I’ll teach you” he said, as he came over to the kitchen.

“Im not interested in learning from you tara” I teased.

“malat 3lech, hatha o ana b’9b6ich m3a wayhich. Mo kafw”.

“3ady et3eed? Ma sma3t” I faked a smile.

“Malat 3lech, eh malat 3leech” he repeated.

“MSA3AAAAAAAAAAAAD” I yelled my superman’s name.

“Oma, obo, 5alta, 5ala, 3ma …” He said.

“5la9 w9alat il m3loma” I interrupted.

Yes yes, he’s cute. 5la9, I see him as a brother, please understand. Ugh, I hate it. Im too young to get my ass in a relationship. Mind my language, but I’ll call my self a slut if I ever went out with a boy in the same car as in my BF. I’m sick of this happening alot in Kuwait. Typical bitches “Ha 3ndich a bf?”, and if I said no she’ll be like “Weh, maskeena”. Y3ni understand, We’re in Kuwait not america.

And back to earth.

“Shswalich Rakano?” he said, acting all pissed.

“Galy, Khara fech o ily yabich hnee” I lied, cause Malat 3lech wouldn’t make him fight with Rakan.

“Ay shy, La la. 7adick 3ala Janontna” he said, teasingly.

“Bru7 betna” I was angry, shno 3ndhom this word ‘3shmara!

“Wely egol, btnamen 3ndna ilyom, o mako ru7a?” he said, stubborn.

“Tegfa wadha, Al3an om hal 7ob. Shlon et7bha?” Rakan said.

“SHNO” I freaked out.

“eh, june. 9ali7 kila esulif 3nich oo… o chena Im falling for you” He said, embarrassed.

“oh” I said, coldly.

“Please, latgolen, you have the same feeling b3d?” Rakan asked.

“Nope, I see him as a brother” I said, directly looking at Msa3ad eyes.

“Well, your lose. Bs zain geltay min il bdaya” He forced a smile. “O yala I gotta go, aklm il 9a7ba” He was obviously lying. Kefa, he cant make up how I feel towards him by his self.

“Rakano, 3ndick licenses?” I asked.

“La Yuba, bs agdar asooq. A3jbich bil swa8a” He winked, proudly.

“La La. Lay7oshik. Inzain feh a7ad hne weyah sayara o ye8dar e86ny shalaina?”.

“Fawaz O msa3ad bs” He said. “ne6ray hne, bgol 7a8 Fawaz e86ich”.

“Lala, he hates me wallah. I know he had this argue with msa3ad 3shani, so ma ra7 yr’6a”.

“La2, hehe. Ohwa 6ayb o 5bl ynsa bser3a la tgoleenla geltlich” He teased.

“Mm.. okay” I finally agreed, watching rakan stepping to their room.

After what seems like… 10 seconds, I found Fawaz getting out of the room. Holding a car key in his hand, and a cap in the other.

“Yalla baba, nmshy?” he’s nice now. Weird.“Mmm,” I said, as my tummy started singing.

“Lol, yala enru7 McDonalds na5thlich a meal b3den ardich” he smiled, then went towards the car. I kept my mouth shut the hall way to McDonalds, then this favorite song popped from 99.7. I couldn’t resist not singing with Lil wayne “Every girl”. Don’t get me wrong Im not a prevo, bs I like this song A LOT.

“hey, wen g3den kaak. I like this song b3d.” he said. “Hehe, A prevent much?” I teased.

“La2, I mean I like the way Lil wayne think that he turn girls on, and he don’t”.

“More like jealous?” yes, I thought he was so lame. But I shouldn’t judge people without getting to know them. Ahh ya Fawaz.

“Jealous 3shan he gets sluts? o ana g3d yam a7la wa7da on earth. I don’t think so, Aby ily yamy” he winked. Can I call this flirting? Im falling… for …. Him …. Early…. Too early.

Until next time...

Im gonna miss you guys so much. school is starting on this Sunday:(. Its a long one, for yall. so you would forgive me, If i didn't post for weeks (School work).
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Atypical June: part IX

2009-09-22T18:53:00.000+03:00

“la2 5leena neshb3 minich, b3deen ya5thunich meni” he said, playing with my hair. Still in our hugging position.

“Msa3ad” I said, hit his arms lightly.

“I’m going to tell them, they’ll be so damn surprised” he placed me next to him, then walked to what seems like another living room.

Minutes later, I could hear screams and yelling in the room msa3ad entered earlier. “Lesh yabetha in the first place, 7ywan. Manaby meshakil m3a omick hathy. Msa3ad int 5bl tadree inaa .. Uhoo. Ana broo7 agoolha te6la3 bedalik”.

Msa3ad P.O.V:

I had this argue about June with Fawaz. I went out to the living room. Our argue was too loud, I hope she didn’t hear it. As I walked out of the room, I took a look at her place in the couch. It was empty, I looked around… nothing was there. I know she heard our talk, I have to explain. I ran to the front door, as I opened it. I found her sitting on a bench, sobbing.

“7beebty June, Fawaz has always been stubborn. He’ll change his mind, if he met you.” I said, trying to calm her down.

“I’m not acceptable, I don’t want to force your brothers to meet me.” she said, unclearly.

“O ana shlon bfham al7en? Translate please” I joked, seeing her warm smile.

“Yala 3ad, its day one still. I swear you’re gonna love Fawaz the most. You’ll ditch me, if you’ll get to know him”.

She laughed, yes she actually did and hiding it with her tiny hands. I reached for her hands and moved it away. Her smile, it was so..

June P.O.V:

“Ya rby, he’s so sweat. I couldn’t help but smile and hide it. Then I felt a cold hand moving it from hiding my lips” I thought deeply.

“Hey, ms3ad your hands their .. Cold” I said, sensing them.

“Find a way to warm them” he winked. Is he flirting?

“La shno flirting alla yhdach ya june shkobra hatha he flirts, back to earth…” I said to myself.I rubbed his hands with mine, I didn’t know how to warm them. “warmer?” I asked.

“Ha? La2, still” he said, confused.

“What are you thinking about, mister lel7en not warm?” I teased.

“Mako, bs I’ll introduce you b3d shway 3ala all of your brothers and my best friend” he said.

“Haw, you left you’re best friend alone with your brothers, wallah 5ayn goom ru7la” I yelled.

“La2 geltla, yala ta3alay” He extended his hands as I held onto it.

“hmmm” I said, confused. “I.. I mean.. can we do this later? I don’t see this important now” I finally said.

“no, it is. You’ll miss them all, cause in 4 weeks they’ll be back to US. You really don’t want to waste time” he smile and pulled me to the door. Yes we walked hand in hand.

I stepped in the same room msa3ad had the argue with Fawaz in. I’d like to call it a hotties room, their were seven boys, all tanned. Some bald and some had hats so, I couldn’t see their hair. It looks a bit long though.

“Ahh, mm.. hi?” I said, nervous.

“A5, ya galbi” said.....

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Atypical June: part VIII

2009-09-15T22:38:00.006+03:00

“Na9ir, a7bick” I said. I don’t mean it, I just keep on saying it so 9ali7 would be irritated. He said I shouldn’t say I love you to anyone but him. But I said it like, wait let me count. Million times? Until now.

“Ana amoot fech” he turned around and faced me.

I started blushing into the red that showed in the dark. “a77” Na9ir reacted from 9ali7’s slap.

“7aram 3leek” I said, slightly rubbing na9ir cheek.

“Walla you’re the only one who cares” he said kissing my hands.

“Inzain June moved your hands or I‘m slapping another person today, you guys are shameless flirting infront of me” he yelled, angrily.

“ehoon 3leek” I said in a girly voice, the one the guys prefer.

“I‘ll kill my self, itha madet edy 3lech” said 9ali7.

“Yala ka we9alna” said na9ir pointing at the chalet.

Wow, it was modern and a master piece. Na9ir opened the door for me, as I thanked him. We entered the chalet exactly after each other. 9ali7 who guided, na9ir was behind him and I, on the other hand was the last one.

The living room was so classy, filled with paintings everywhere. and By the kitchen was a huge window showing the huge outer pool. The view was something to die for so was the beach house.

“Juno” screamed a guy just came from a room. “your not gonna hug me?” he asked.

A hazel eyed guy, long, board shoulders, natural tanned skin matched his brownish hair. He was in a Ralph Lauren track suits and shirtless. His abs and 6 packs were something to suicide much? for. But his features never matters, I wanted to know who’s this.

“M.. mno hatha” I whispered to na9ir.

“Your step brother” he whispered back.

I quickly turned around and aimed for the door. I didn’t ask to meet Nora sons, I hate her, so I hate them too. Why do they want to step in my life now? I don’t want them in it, Nora is enough. I smell revenge here.

As I held the lock-set some on carried me from my waist. I looked deep at his hazel eyes, knowing what he’s after for. I screamed but he didn’t let go of me. I bet my underwear is showing, how embarrassing.

“June, please sem3ay ana Mesa3ad and I know you don’t want to talk to me cause I’m your step brother, bs please 5leeny ashra7lich ay shy” he begged still carrying me.“yala eshr7” I said.

“first, etshaw8en. Second, I know you think I’m going to harm you aw shy.. Bs walla I’m not, I never met you. But I’m interested in having you as a sis” he said, slightly smiling.

“okay first, you’re hot and second put me down” I said.

His words seem to be so true, why would he hurt me?

9ali7 and Na9ir excused, “we‘re gonna give you some time alone, call us when you finish”.

“La2, I‘m taking her back” he said, looking at me smiling.

I was speechless, I was about to say no, but they exited so fast. He interrupted my thoughts by saying “yo3ana? 3a6shana? Bored? ps3? Xbox? Need any thing?” as he leg placed me on the couch.

“Chill mes3ad, I’ll tell you when I need anything” I said slightly hitting his back.

“Inzain, you’re not planning on hugging me?” he asked, arms stretched.

“hem, I am” I said, slightly sitting on his lap and hugging him tightly. “finally a brother” I muttered under my breath.

“yala show me my brothers” I said, excited.

“la2 5leena neshb3 minich, b3deen ya5thunich meny” he said, playing with my hair. Still in our hugging position.

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Atypical June: part VII

2009-09-15T22:26:00.005+03:00

“Yala ta3alay.” he said then hugged me placing me on the jet ski. We were silent the hole way back but then he said the weirdest thing ever about what happened earlier. Open mouthed shocked of him saying “ you‘re not a woman”.

“3shan my uuhhh?” I asked shockingly.

“Exactly, they say milk helps” he advised.

“ya kalb, change the subject.” I said, slightly punching his shoulders.

“I’m taking you to chalet my friend tonight, my friend bs e9erlich.”

“mno y6la3 hatha?” I asked, confused.

“you’ll know all about it later tonight”.

We reached by 6. Then 9ali7 excused to go change, so do I. And here I am standing infront of my bag, searching for the right dress, or outfit. I ended picking an XXL Edd hardy shirt, wore my brown converse and pulled my hair into a loose bun.

I went to the kitchen to grab a Dr. pepper, on my way downstairs my phone vibrated twice. I picked it up quickly, without watching the callers ID.

Me: Alo
Caller: Hala bil zain kila, how you doing?
Me: who’s this?
Caller: one sec. June come down stairs I’m in the kitchen with il 7mar.
Me: ha-ha, okay.

I hung up and went running down stairs. Nassir saw my smiley face and happiness that wont be ruined, typical me I always feel happy when Nassir and 9ali7’s together. They make such a great friends.

“Na9oooory” I screamed.

“My sexy mama” he teased.

“I‘m here” coughed 9ali7.

We went together to the chalet 9ali7 was telling me about earlier. He refused to tell me who’s this, I was excited yet nervous. Who could it be? I gave up on guessing and mouthing Beyonce’s disappear lyrics.

“Na9ir, a7bick”

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Atypical June: part VI

2009-09-14T02:16:00.003+03:00

SPLAAASH!

“7ywan 7ywan! Lesh etdz 7mar” I yelled.

“yala bye” he waved and turn around smiling.

“Ween ethdny hnee ma a3rf ard, 9ALI7 COME BACK, 7aywan listen” I screamed.

“I don’t know where am I, 7ywan Im not going to talk to him again. Babchi, ymkin feh unidentified biting creatures under. Shswe ib 3mry here” I thought to myself then burst out crying. For the first time in my life I feel that I’m surrounded by fear and cry for something other than someone’s dead.

After hours, twirling around in the middle of no where. I’m seriously not talking to 9ali7 today. I stopped crying as soon as I saw the tiny fishes beside me. Their scared of me, while I am too. It was amazing, but I still had this fear deep inside. I have nothing, I cant stay here till night. I tried screaming SOS a lot of times but its not helping so I just stopped.

“I watched from a distance as you

Made life your own, every sky was

Your own kind of blue

And I wanted to know

How that would feel and you made it so real

You showed me something that I couldnt see

You opened my eyes and you made me believe

You lift my feet off the ground,you spin me around

You make me crazier, crazier

Feels like Im falling and I am lost in your eyes

You make me crazier, crazier, crazier” I started singing softly. When an arm held my waist, “M-Mbarak?” I guessed deeply.

I turned around finding 9ali7 behind me. I quickly removed his hands and started swimming the opposite way. I swore I wont talk to him. He kept following me and giggling all the way swimming. “7beebty JOJO, a7bich bs ta3abt” he said, breathing heavily.

Yes, I got tired, but I couldn’t stop and talk to him. So I started swimming again when a two hands were touching my boobs, actually hurting them and pulling me toward the jet ski. “hedny, look where your hands placed” I said pointing at his hand.

“oh sorry, bs intay t3bteeny” he moved his hands, still breathing heavily. “yala rekbay”.

“La wallah, you left me gabl god knows how many hours, and then you come telling me to step in the jet ski again. I’m not.” I said.

“Chill jojo, I left you hear because” he paused.

“because taby et6aferny well you did, now ethlf 3n wayhy” I said, impolitely.

“o mno bya5thich bala?” he asked.

“Call mbarak 5al eye ib his jet ski”.“la 7beebty, mako mbarak wen ga3deen” he argued.

“why do you even care, hdeetny hnee, 3baliick its funny?”.

“Ok, bgoolich lesh hdeetich.. I wanted to…”

*Flash back*2 months ago.

“Juntii” 9ali7 said.

“3yonha,” I blushed.

“teslmen, bs 3ady asm3 9otich et’3nen your favourite song?” he asked.

“la2, ma a7b.” I refused.

“Inzain, when will you sing it?” he asked, curiously.

“When I’m the only one in a place, lost and somewhere near the sea.” I answered confidently, knowing my answer very well.

“aha” he seemed uninterested.
*End of flashback*

“awwh, so 7mar 6ala3lick mo5 sb7an allah” I teased.

“Eh, sheftay shlon. 9ednach 3rfna your favourite song o I heard you, wallah your voice 7ada 3jeeeb mashallah 3leech” he started complimenting and I turned into shades of red.

“yala ta3alay.” he said then hugged me placing me on the jet sky. We were silent the hole way back but then he said the weirdest thing ever about what happened earlier. Open mouthed shocked of him saying “….”

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Atypical June: part V

2009-09-13T03:58:00.004+03:00

“Jojo” said Mbarak.

“shfek?” I asked worried.

“mm, 9ali7 likes you?” he asked, confused.

“I don’t know walla, but Im sensing change in our relationships. More hugs more kisses o chethy” I explained.

“shofay, he’s single and I don’t want you near him” he requested, as in my brother aw mno?

“Look, I’m not following your silly commands. I’m his friend for like 4 straight years, and you come in and try to … forget it” I complained.

“June,” he called.

“Stop mbarak, Im not doing what you just said, and why the hell you’re bothering me. Fuck off” I said, angrily. Then walked to the kitchen again. 6ab3an 9ali7 pulled Nassir from his chair, and placed me in it. Mo cute?

“yala eat a5er piece please” he said, while feeding me almost the pack of a large French fries.

“9ali7 sheba3t walah, shoof ba6ny its going to explode” I said pointing at my stomach.

He slightly rubbed my stomach and said “Ay matroos, fa’6y golay HUM mc chicken mc chicken”.

“Maby,” I said then closed my mouth hard; so he wont force me. Well its not the first time kil mara he does this to me. I like it sometimes but when this goes far I really hate it.

Then as always, he start tickling me and saying “Ana ily, 5ala9 5ala9 z3lt” with his poppy eyes. “AHHH, 36ny” I huffed.

Then he feed me again, non stop until he gets bored and sees my stomach damn full. I was laughing and Kak-ing all lunch time, while Lulu staring at us irritatedly and Mubarak’s chair empty.

I felt guilty about what I said, I thought I hurt him but when I went out with 9ali7. I heard him saying “hala 7beebty, meshta8lich walla. Ana amoot feech.. Aaa.. Fara7 aklmich b3deen”.

“il 9a7ba” 9ali7 winked. “Wint shako” He said as he pushed his chair back and went toward his chalet. Why is he acting this weird lately, I mean he should act nice since we just met. But he acts like I just stole 7alal Oma.“Agool jnoya” he said, as he played with my hair.

“Hala” I said while moving his hands. “hed sh3re e9er oily b3den” I complained.

“Wleen, al7en e9er oily ha. Ilmohim taben terkben jet ski together?” he asked.

“la2 ba6ny e3wrny”.

“Ha shgeltay 3eday again?”. “tabeen box 3ala ba6niich 3shan yt3adal?” he teased.

“NOO, 9ar zeen now” I said running to my room.

I got in my sleave less yellow shirt with a cow skin printed mini shorts, wore my black flip flops and of to the beach. I saw 9ali7 weaving at me, motioning me to come in but I refused cause he was too far and I’m not in the mood or physically able to swim.

He swam really fast toward me, carried me, then pushed me to the jet ski. Ahh stubborn and wont give up his habit and never will. I sat behind him on the jet sky. I couldn’t see where he was going, the water was splashing everywhere, he couldn’t hear me too. He was driving his jet sky so unbelievably fast, I was hugging him tighter than ever, I couldn’t let go of him; I want to live tawny young.

SPLAAASH!!

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Atypical June: part IV

2009-09-12T02:18:00.006+03:00

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I excused to keep myself away from blushing more but unfortunately mbarak followed me. I hid behind the living room door pulling him aside, whispering “looking for me?”.

“la2, mn gal” he said, while slightly rubbing his forehead.

“Inzain” I said, moving back.

“What if I was?” he asked while, putting me against the wall. Exactly the opposite.

“I’ll kill you, stop staring 7aram 3lek I almost die there”.

“Smella 3leech, Inshallah ana gablich” he slightly smiled.

“Inshallah” I stuck my tongue out.

“Galby may6aw3ni aswe fech shy, ahh”.

“yala wa5r, I’ll go first b3deen you come after me in 2/3 minutes. Okay?” I planned.

“haha, mno gal I’ll move a9lan” he placed his chest on mine, making me helpless; I couldn’t move away.

“7beeby” I blushed. “Can you let me go” I asked, softly.

“Le3bay ‘3erha ya mama” he whispered near my neck.

Suddenly a guy came in, It must be 9ali7 Lulu’s cousin. “e7im, Junooh mo gaylich ana a6wal. hehe” he said, looking at me.

As I saw 9ali7, I ran to him and ended this running with a big hug. “I missed you, October” It was his nickname and month. “Ana akthar ya 7ywana, ma tdgen wla shy bs min month le month, and if I’m that lucky I get to see you twice a month” he said while slightly slapping my shoulder.

“shswe, I changed my BB o ma lget your name ib my contact list” Okay I lied, bs shsawy Lulu is madly in love with him, and I don’t want to show her that I’m that close to him. then she might think I’m in a relationship with him.

“Mmm, sorry. 9aloo7ka, this is Mbarak” I introduce. “Haha, et3lmeny feh? My soul mate” he said. Your soul mate ? I was shocked, ana sha6la3 y3ni? maybe a female version of his soul mate. Ilmohim 6af.

“Oh, 3baly ma kintaw t3rfon b3’6” I smiled, “Yalla, McDonald's waiting. O walla ya Mbarak in 5let il burger still wrapped and stared at me. Ma aklmick kilish o 9aloo7 shahid” I menaced.

“Wleeh, Min awalha chethy” he complained. “Haha, Ashwa ina I see her once a month” 9ali7 said.

“ I hate you, wal_” .

“a7biich, 3shan chethy at’3ashmar, ta3alay ta3alay” he interrupted and motioned for me to hug him. “Woi, ya 7lwich wallah” he muttered under his breath.

I looked up at Mbarak, who was Damn dead red. Shakla kan weda y68 a7ad. Seriously, he looks like he’s about to murder 9ali7. I didn’t care much and walked back to the kitchen while still wrapped by 9alo7s arms.

9ala7 was tall, sun kissed. Golden brown hair, hot freckles and his 6 packs when he’s around the pool top less makes a girl goes crazy. Ay crazy, e9eron gaga o senile.

He was wearing A&F brown stripped polo shirt with a Cambridge blue slangy shorts. An Ralph Lauren cap wore backwards, over his combed back jelled hair. over all he looked damn fine. But still a best friend , soul mate and an unborn twin brother nothing more.

When I went over to the table, a hand pulled me away from it and got me in the living room again.

“Jojo” said Mbarak.

“shfek?” I asked worried.

“…..”
Until next time…

Atypical June: part III

2009-09-11T14:04:00.004+03:00

As I placed the cigarette on my under lips, he did the jerkiest thing ever. He threw the cigarette on the floor, stepping on it; quenching the fire on the top.

“I don’t want to see you smoking any more, I swear you’re gonna see the other me” he threatened, angrily.

Jed, why is he acting this scary and it’s the first day I meet him. I’ll pull back my words, I don’t want 100% of this world like him.

I felt tears finding their ways on my face, I never been threatened like this. No one ever cared, 7etan my father he never said stop smoking or anything. None cared except my friends.

“mm, sorry Jood. But I don’t want to see smoking, walla mo zain walla” he said, slightly brushing my back with his hands.

I burst out laughing at my wrong name, “mo Jood ya 7’6y” I said, as I continued laughing.

“3yl?” he asked confused. “June, 6th month, 3rfta?” I teased. “la2, fhmeny akthar” he winked, laying on the counter.

“shafahmik akthar?” I raised an eyebrow.

“6af, 5aleny at2amal shway bil chef-d'oeuvre ily jdamy” he said, staring at every inch of my body.

“MBARAK” I said in femininity, shyly.

“a5 ya 8lby” he screamed.

“shfeeh galbick?” I ragged.

“s2leeh” he said, as he placed my hand on his chest.

“6a8a8a galbick” I laughed. “a55 ya 7lw hal ‘67ka” he muttered. “cham teswa?” I tried to start a flirting conversation. “thlath , arb3 Dananer(1)”.

“mle8” I hit his shoulder, weakly.

“LUNCH” screamed Lulu. I quickly walked to the door after Mbarak, he stopped for a second. “yala mor” I said.

“3eb, ladies first” he opened the door for me, what a gentleman ha?

“thank you,” I blushed.“your welcome, 7..”.

We went over to Lulu's chalet, it was crowded, noisy but we enjoyed our meals. I sat across mbarak and Sara's beside me, while the others around us. Every now and then, I look at mbarak finding him staring at me. I burst out laughing when i see his burger, still wrapped.

"Mbarak" called Nassir. "shfeek, ekil".

"la yu3an 7a8 shy thany mo burger" he said, winking at me. I quickly Choked while laughing and drinking my coke, hopping no one saw him. I excused to keep myself away from blushing more but unfortunately mbarak followed me.

Until next time...
Dananer(1): plural of Dinar; Kuwait Currency.

Atypical June: part II

2009-09-10T19:44:00.001+03:00

Dedicated to Alvaro;*

Another day, and another events happening. I woke up the next day at twelve pm, quickly pulled my stuffs in a bag and washed up. I was going to the chalet with my friends, you may call it a girls night out. We do this twice a month, and sometimes trice. Anyways, I got in my Juicy Couture Smocked Terry with silver gladiators. Wore my ray ban and headed out to be picked by Lulu.

I stepped in her fully tinted red x6, greeted her and my friends who were in the back. We were four; Lulu, Jana, Sara and I. We would meet up with Lulu’s cousins every time, they were luckily all boys. Not in a wrong way, I treat them as they were like my brothers I never had. I’ll name them all later..

We reached our Bnaider chalets by 3:50 pm after getting meals from McDonald’s. As soon as I drew my bag, a muscular hand extended and held it.

“3eeb 3eeb, shfaydatna hnee?” said a voice behind me, then entered my chalet. Well for Sara and Lulu their staying in Sara’s, and Jana and I are staying at mine to kill the loneliness much?

I leaned in and whispered to Lulu, “who‘s this?”.

“madre, awal mara ashufa. I guess my cousins friend.” she responded, softly. Just as she moved away, he came in and asked me, “which room should I place the bag in?”.

Uf, he’s a gentleman, can 100% of this world be like him? Well, obviously no.

“Never mind, my hands will do their jobs” I smiled, raising my arms infront of him.

“3ala ra7tich, although I don’t see this right” he said.

“Thanks a lot, ….” I paused to get his name.

“Lets keep it a secret, can we?” he winked, as I was melting.

“Il Burk” someone screamed his name.

“Too late” I teased.

“See you around” he said confidently, and walked away with Nassir. Nassir is Lulu’s oldest brother, he’s such a sweet, offline guy; I’ll be more clear, fa9il 24/7.And not to mention, a knockout but I see him like a brother and a best friend.

I walked to our mini preparatory kitchen and pulled a red bull from the fridge, and as I closed the fridge door, he popped from no where. I pulled my Marlboro box and picked one cigarette.

“Mo zain ya mara”.Very protective? I hate this attitude, I need freedom. that’s why I’m escaping from my house and my problems there with Nora.

I ignored and lighted a cigarette, but this time it wasn't from a frustration. It was for fun, a lack of activities, I guess.

As I placed the cigarette on my under lips, he did the jerkiest thing ever.

Until next time…

Atypical June: part I

2009-09-10T00:54:00.005+03:00

Dedicated to Dazzlin:*, and a big thank you to Identity:*

Well hello there stranger, I’m going to introduce myself first, and you’ll get to know about my life later. I’m a typical 19 years Kuwaiti teenager, named after my parents anniversary month, June; it’s definitely rare but I like it after all. I’m simple yet gorgeous, which many people said about me.

My eyes were hazel, my straight nose perfectly ended high just like Kristen Stewarts, but my brown full lips made me much prettier. I smoke, but regularly, not an addiction kind of smoking, I just do it when I’m frustrated. We all do, don’t we? My famous medium length brown hair well duplicated my carrot-like skin complexion.

My life was fully perfect, although I didn’t have a mother but my father tried to fill every space my mother left. I enjoy watching albums and video’s of her, cause I never saw here. She died giving birth to me and unfortunately I have no siblings to count on, so that makes me the spoiled daughter that my father couldn’t say no to. I neither break rules made by my father nor refuse my father commands.

Our relationship was flawlessness, we never argued, fought nor get mad at each other. Little did I know, that this perfect relationship between my father and I will never stay the same when he gets married to her.

My step mother treated me good, but took all of my father time. Dad barely sees me, his schedule was busy, but Nora -my step mother- seems to get a lot of it. Nora was nice, kind and a bit attractive but couldn’t control her anger. I never liked her nor hate her and I don’t know what’s her intention, well no one knows.

She had 4 boys non of them were girls, so sometimes she makes Mom and daughter time; but I never like it. Her husband beaten and threatened her a lot, so she got divorced. Some times I feel sorry for her, but it’s the past right?

I never met her sons, but my father told me about them. Khalid the oldest which is 27, the twins Mas3ad and Mish3al 25 and Fawaz 23. He told me all about their ages and alot about their lifes. They all been studying in the States, except for Khalid which is married by now.

Now enough about them, and back to me but ....
Until next time.
Great start? Should I continue?

Wrote this love letter...(finale)

2009-09-08T19:42:00.005+03:00

BBOOOOOMMMBB!

oh shit!
I got bumped by a white Bentley, I came outta of the car to check on the guy. Not again! Could this guy disappear and never appear again?

“ahlan wshlan” he winked. “we’ll call them now”.

I huffed then dialled the emergency number, after 5 minutes they shockingly came. I know it was on purpose and I know he was chasing me all the way from the university.

“Ha, Shlsalfa” asked the police guy.

“Il a5-” and as I started to explain, he inturpted and said “kint blef, wila ad3mha bil ‘3la6, 7a8ich 3lay e5ty ana bdf3 il ta9alee7 o kil shy” he grinned behind the police.

“mm, its okay I can pay for it” I smiled, innocently.

“la2 e5ty, ohwa il ‘3l6an o lazm ydfa3. Hach ektbay esmich hnee” he pointed at the paper.

I started writing, knowing that Fahd’s looking at the paper, why am I first? I wrote down my name, Dema Al-Flani. They suddenly he said, smiling “3ashat il asamy”.

I quickly got in my car and drove off home, I was excausted yet, sleepy. While parking my car, I received a new message.

Unknown.9ef6ay mithl il nas ;)

I ignored the message and didn’t reply, but is he watching me now? Or tashyeer?

As soon as I opened the door, I felt a hand touching me, softly. “n3m?” I said.

“bs bs2lich so2al a5er, maby shy minich ila this answer” he asked politely. Seriously, kan shakla 7ad oma cute and a true meaning of hotness.

“tef’6al”.

“Dam f’6lich, 7beebty Dema, b56ibich min ahalich, please don’t say no. wallah abech min awal ma shiftich, m3ana its only a day. But wallah you’ll never believe me when I say, shsweetay ib 8albi, you almost get me in a heart attack, Dema ana a7bich o abech, o maby al3ab 3leech like other guys” he let out all of his feelings.

I was shocked, open-mouthed, popped-eyes litterally getting a coma. “bs Fhad-” I paused.

“bs shno?” he asked, worried.

“Im .. Uh already” I stopped again, then finally finished the sentence with “engaged to my cousin”.

I watched him leaving, I didn't want to hurt him but I couldn't lie. his words were so true, but he's late.

Woke up the next day at 8 am,A little bit earlier than usual. took a warm shower, then brushed my teeth and got in my white tank top and a black cardigan over it, a jeans and ended with black flip flops. Simple much?

I got in my class, then sat on the same seat. while putting my bag on the floor, I found a letter on the floor exactly under my seat, I placed it on the desk then read whats written on the cover.

To Dema;*

so I guessed it was mine, I openned it and here's the shocking word that I couldn't manage to stop sobbing after reading it.

"7bebty Dema, I loved you but I couldn't handle watching you everyday, while you're not mine.I transfered my papers to another university, far away than this one. really far!

I just wanted to tell you, good luck with your studies and alla yhnech with your future husband :)

I wrote this letter right before my classes.
F+D=x3forever.*its curved on my desk e7im e7im.

The End.

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2009-09-07T20:54:00.007+03:00

I was ecstatic, a huge grin was perfectly drawn on my face when I saw an old time friend Amthal. I took a long glare at her to recognize her. After knowing its her I quickly ran toward her to hug her an eternal tight big hug . But then this familiar face interrupted my running by stepping infront of me, saying “Agool Bdair”.

“Huh” I said, drawn in thoughts about the caller called earlier, it must be him. He called me Bdair at first so yes he’s the caller, what a coincidence.

“You’re voice now, way better than on the phone“ he winked. So can I call this flirting, or it’s a complement? I never been in those stuff before and to be specific, I never been in a relationship before.

“thank you?”. I quickly moved to stop whats going to happen next, I headed toward Amthal then hugged her a big one.

“he’s checking you out, ya 7mara et’9b6en o ma t8olen” she said, looking at him while still hugging me.

“I’ll tell you later all about it, yala I gotta go. Later”. We said our goodbyes then each of us went the opposite way.

I walked to the parking, when he touched my shoulders. “Lesh t78ren?” he asked, smiling.

“non of your business” I faked a smile, then entered my car. I looked at the side mirror, but he disappeared, then suddenly a white Bentley popped behind my car. I kept sending horns for him to move, but he couldn’t hear or maybe ignoring?

My facial expression showed how angry I was, horns didn’t work for him so I stepped out of my car and knocked on his window. He rolled his window, and yes it was Fahd. Could this get more annoying?

“Can you move, please?” I asked, politely.

“Without anything? You wish” he smiled wickedly. He’s not thinking of getting my number or any information about me, because him not giving him any of these.

“Shtaby 5ale9na?” I asked, placing my hands on my waist.

“You say your name, and I'll save your number with it” he said. smart hot guy ain’t he?

“Malik shi'3l, now move wila 9ij bdg 3ala il shir6a” I said, irritatedly.

“yah, we'll be calling them later.” he grinned then moved his car. What in the hell, he meant? We will be calling them later?

I started my engine, then drove to my house direction. but this sentence kept repeating in my mind "yeah, we'll be calling him later". I was wondering what he meant, he's no doubt complicated. Really complicated. "lesh ma s2lta b3d gabl la yru7, 9ij '3bya" I thought to myself.

BBOOOOOMMMBB!

oh shit!

Stay tuned.

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Wrote this love letter...(2)

2009-09-07T14:30:00.003+03:00

Darliam ;*I need your email please,I cant comment on your posts madre lesh, ma y6l3.

Srhrofl@live.com

I couldn’t help not to ask who’s this familiar voice owner, so I tapped his shoulders slightly, not trying to get the teacher’s attention.

“hala?” he said, moving his head back.

“mm, can I barrow a pencil” I asked, hopping not to be caught.

He went silent first but then, “o il 8alam hatha shye6la3” he said, pointing at the pencil.

I quickly took the pen and threw it on the floor, and slightly step on it. “bad quality” I smirked , as I extended my hand and reached for the pencil.

He looked at me, shockingly, raised an eyebrow and place his hand on mine, “Are you allowing yourself to get someone‘s pencil without his permission?”.

I held the pencil, and threw it on him, impolitely and hard. “I’m not drooling over your pencil” I teased. “I asked, but you didn’t answer, so I took that as a yes.” I simply added and gestured to turn his head around.

The class went on and on, for what seems like hours. The Dr was doing what she was supposed to, with no effort repeating to the students who asked for repetition. Every once in a while, Fahd looks back, then look away; when my eyes catch his sight. He’s a weird guy, indeed.

For a second, I thought about how Fahd looked, he was this tall naturally tanned guy. Caesar Brown naturally straight hair. Thick nose, dark brown eyes, dark thin lips, probably from smoking.And was wearing dark and light blue Ralph Lauren paired with ecru baggie shorts.well for the shoes, my sight couldn't reach his legs.

After long thoughts of my daily to-do things and how a messiness I looked and comparing my self to Fahd I turn out to be the boy, well,I never cared how my outer looked but I'm poking people eyes with knitting needles to stop staring and 7ash -which is basically Kuwait favourite hobby to practice and that goes to the girls specially and mostly-. The class finally ended, after the longest hours I spent at a class.

I was the last student to exit the class, I thought of being handy for a second and offer Dr. N’aema help, but she refused so I went out hopping not to get embarrassed again by Mr. Dag 3lay il 9b7. As if I didn’t pass through embarrassment already.

I was ecstatic, a huge grin was perfectly drawn on my face when I saw an old time friend Amthal. I took a long glare at her to recognize her. After knowing its her I quickly ran toward her to hug her an eternal tight big hug . But then this familiar face interrupted my running by stepping infront of me, saying “Agool Bdair”.

Stay tuned.
Thanks for the support guys, I appreciate it.

Wrote this love letter...(1)

2009-09-06T07:46:00.012+03:00

As I said, to someone;*

Here you go :). and Its a 4 parts story...

I slept peacefully that day. Fully covered with my warm yellow thick blanket. My face burried between the two layers of my comfy pillows. When silence, quietness and hush were doing their jobs. I felt I was sleeping an eternal sleep, I didn’t want to wake up, not now. Until this noisy beep, coming from my mobile entering slowly from my ears. I extended my hands and pulled my phone from the corner table. I quickly picked up, when an Unknown number displayed on the screen.

“Allo” I said lazily.

“Bdaaaaair?”.

“Is it obvious I sound like your friend?” I asked, twitting.

“Inzain, wel wel sh-hal nafs alla y3een ily eshufich il 9b7, Sorry I dialled the wrong number”.

I quickly hung up, and drifted to sleep, as soon as I fliped to change my position another beep annoyed. Would my phone stop it?Again I answered but this time without looking at the caller.

“Il nas egolon bye” he quetched.

“agol chub” I said, mingy. I never assaulted any stranger like this, but my nerves were splashy.

“Inzain…” he said, as I aborted the phone call, and switched my phone off.

I kept on changing position on bed, but deplorably I couldn’t sleep again. I looked at my phone; for the time, It was shockingly 5:00 pm, I quickly jumped out of bed, and went to the inner bathroom. I washed up then got in my track suit, I love NYC t-shirt and red crocs, simply a messiness, right?

I rushed to my car, taking a sandwich from the kitchen on my way, and quickly started the engine to catch my first class at Uni. All the way driving , I was tapping my fingers on the steering wheel; hopping to get on time.

I ran aimlessly toward my class, knowing it will be biology with Dr. N’aema. I went to the class, which was filled with people starring at me appalled, I quickly sat at the last line on the right corner, no one was around me; I don’t want anyone to be.

The class started like every usual first class at university, but then she started asking about the lesson she explicated earlier. A long muscular tanned hand rose while she asked her questions, I have to admit I was paying attention to what the teacher explained, just a little.

“You may answer Fahd” she said, pointing at him.

He stood up and answered confidently “bicarbonate HCO3”.

His voice was familiar, really familiar. Its like I talked to him before, It was this manly voice with a noisy tone, that waves of his voice goes up then turn down like a pump oxygenator. I couldn’t help not to ask who’s this familiar voice owner, so I tapped his shoulders slightly, not trying to get the teacher’s attention.

Stay tuned.
If it hits better make it worth the fall.
Akmil?

Outspokenly(adv) o̵ut′spō′kən

2009-09-04T11:55:00.002+03:00

Welcome to my blog,

I go by the name of S but also known as Zarh. Nothing gorgeous nothing special.

Quotes I live on:
"If it hits better make it worth the fall" Keri Hilson.
"You suck di**s, I succeed" Lil Wayne.
"If its good, it got to last" Beyonce.

Some people ask me why do I write stories with sad endings. See, to be pacific, I never believed in happy endings, I never lived them.But mostly 90% relationships ends sadly and the people in the 10% are lucky, and their meant to be together.
So particularly reading these stories, gives you alot of hope but back then if you get your heart broken, you'll lose it all. Our stories aren't all ending happily, so I'm writing bad ending, to keep it realistic.

Please support by following and commenting, If you have a story and want me to read it. I'll be reading every blog of yours, thanks.

I'm always and forever outspoken.
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