Invalid reasoning. two.

Ping.

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

Me:
7mod. ba6il malaqtick.

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

Me:
Watch your mouth! okhouk kha6ebi!

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

Me:
BYE!

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

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

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

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

Me:
Oh.

3essa:
7alo, et7beny?

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

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

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

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

“Ha?”

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

“3-3eesa?” I guessed.

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

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

“Ween ween?” said 3eesa.

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

“I. can’t. breath.” he barely said.

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

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

“E7m, I’m your brother” Fahd said.

“Way, shtabi?”.

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

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

“3an al ghala6!” he pushed me.

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

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

He cleared his throat.

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

“Yala”.

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

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

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

“Haya, gasdi Khalti haya” he called.

“Hala Yuma?”

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

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