(KHALED'S POINT OF VIEW)
Ga6ait zigarty oo rifa3t rasy, wela ashoof ajmal bint bil 3alam...
Lujain? 6ala3t mobily bashoof itha radat 3ala my message wela lail7een ma radat. Shfeeha... She looked so hot. Labsa libs ilshalaih, nafnoof gi9eer wase3 shwaya bas ebayen jisimhaa lail7een, 7adaa 7ilo shakelha. I couldnt take my eyes off her, even if i wanted to.
She passed right next to me, i could smell her perfume. Im sure she wanted to act like she didnt know me, like we decided, but honestly, i dont care who sees us together, I want her. My eyes were fixed on her eyes, hair, arms, legs, and her sexy curves. I wanted to be next to her, i wanted to be here with her, i wanted to lead her in and place my hand on her back while we walk in. Theres so much i want to do....:)
She finally looked at me, I smiled at her. She smiled back and flipped her hair then opened the door and walked in.
Ga3adt afaker ina hathy mu mithel kil ilbanat. I can tell. I've had my share of girls, and this one is definitely different.
2 minutes passed and she walked out with her friend and sat on the table right next to ours. Shda3wa galby kan ga3id yerga3? Ashwa ina we just ordered which would mean ina we'd leave at the same time. I heard her voice and i couldn't help but listen to every word she said.
They were talking about their plans bil shalaih and about their families and friends...
Wahab my friend noticed that something was going on, but hes my best friend, he wasn't going to say anything.
Our food arrived and we were both in out separate worlds.
Until.....
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Bittersweet Love Part 12
(LUJAIN'S POINT OF VIEW)
I woke up from the best sleep ever feeling so refreshed. I actually wanted to get out of bed. I wanted to start a new day. I wanted to go out to breakfast then head to shalaih, but most of all, i wanted to talk to Khaled. How was i going to do that with Jawa in the picture?
I decided not to think too much about anything. I washed up and wore my beach dress. It was above my knee, yellow and flowy. I loved this dress, it always flattered my skin color. I slipped on my orange flipflops, applied some bronzer and mascara, grabbed my weekend bag and headed down. My mom and dad were having breakfast, i decided to stay awhile and have some juice with them. I kissed them goodbye and headed over to Jawa's. She was still in bed, so i woke her up and after getting her ready, we headed to prime and toast.
I was driving. We blasted on the music and were singing until our vocal chords felt like they were going to burst. My phone was in my bag, which was in the back seat, i totally forgot about it, as usual. We got to prime and toast, i parked and took out my wallet and phone. I was checking my bbms and missed calls.
2 missed calls: Khaled
3 bbms: one from Khaled, and 2 broadcasts.
Khaled's bbm messages:
Good morning sunshine :D
I'm heading out to breakfast btw
Shaklich lail7een nayma:p call me when you wake up..
I look up from my phone wela ashof Khaled! He was wearing beige shorts, a white Hackett shirt and black tod's... I loved a man wearing that, it was so attractive. oo 6ab3an, he looked really hot. He had a dirty beard and his hair was short and well groomed. I loved his look. He was sitting down outside on the table right next to the door, so I had to pass next to him. He looked so hot smoking his cigarette. I couldnt take my eyes off of him.
I passed by his table, and he looked at me.. I couldn't help but smile back. He looked really hot. I mean REEEEEAAAALLLLLYYYYY hot..
Something happened though...
I woke up from the best sleep ever feeling so refreshed. I actually wanted to get out of bed. I wanted to start a new day. I wanted to go out to breakfast then head to shalaih, but most of all, i wanted to talk to Khaled. How was i going to do that with Jawa in the picture?
I decided not to think too much about anything. I washed up and wore my beach dress. It was above my knee, yellow and flowy. I loved this dress, it always flattered my skin color. I slipped on my orange flipflops, applied some bronzer and mascara, grabbed my weekend bag and headed down. My mom and dad were having breakfast, i decided to stay awhile and have some juice with them. I kissed them goodbye and headed over to Jawa's. She was still in bed, so i woke her up and after getting her ready, we headed to prime and toast.
I was driving. We blasted on the music and were singing until our vocal chords felt like they were going to burst. My phone was in my bag, which was in the back seat, i totally forgot about it, as usual. We got to prime and toast, i parked and took out my wallet and phone. I was checking my bbms and missed calls.
2 missed calls: Khaled
3 bbms: one from Khaled, and 2 broadcasts.
Khaled's bbm messages:
Good morning sunshine :D
I'm heading out to breakfast btw
Shaklich lail7een nayma:p call me when you wake up..
I look up from my phone wela ashof Khaled! He was wearing beige shorts, a white Hackett shirt and black tod's... I loved a man wearing that, it was so attractive. oo 6ab3an, he looked really hot. He had a dirty beard and his hair was short and well groomed. I loved his look. He was sitting down outside on the table right next to the door, so I had to pass next to him. He looked so hot smoking his cigarette. I couldnt take my eyes off of him.
I passed by his table, and he looked at me.. I couldn't help but smile back. He looked really hot. I mean REEEEEAAAALLLLLYYYYY hot..
Something happened though...
Bittersweet Love Part 11
(KHALED'S POINT OF VIEW)
Laish ma radat? Ga3adt bfrashy na6er yimkin itrid itdeg 3alay?
Somewhere between thinking of her breathtaking curls to her dazzling eyes and her slender body, i drifted to sleep..
*6oooooo6*
Lujain:
Hi, Khaled AlFlani? Sorry i texted so late :)
After drifting off to sleep thinking of the woman i want, i wake up to a message from her? This is the life....
To: Lujain
yepp;) thats me.. its okay, can you talk?
She didnt reply...
15 minutes later...
Lujain:
yep
I waited a few minutes and called...
(LUJAIN'S POINT OF VIEW)
*ringggggg riiiiinggggg riiiiiiiiiiiiinggggg riiiiiinnnnggg*
I loked down and saw Khaled's number.. it was 12:45am.. WHY DID I SAY YES?!!!!!!!! FASHLA!
I answered my phone..
Me: alo?
Khaled: alooooo (his aloo made me laugh, it was so long and his voice was so deep.. i loved it)
Me: hehehhe
Khaled: hehhe shlounich Lujain?
Me: tamam, inta shlounik?
Khaled: tamaam..
*awkward silence*
Khaled: shemga3dich hal 7aza? shouldnt you be asleep?:p
Me: i would be asleep if i could sleep... *sighed*
Khaled: laish? shfeech?
Me: madre, im having trouble sleeping 9arly fatra (LIE! LIE! LIE! I CANT SLEEP BECAUSE I CANT STOP THINKING OF YOU!!!!)
Khaled: 3asa ma shar?
Me: ma shar, bas you know, jam3a...
Khaled: ta3alay intay shino ur major...
we talked for what seemed like an hour about random topics. His voice was so sexy... i could tell he was smiling the whole time and when i said something funny he'd laugh. He had the sexiest laugh ever, matches his smile. We decided to act like we dont know each other when we passed university and that we'd keep this just between us. that meant i wouldn't be telling Jawa.........
(KHALED'S POINT OF VIEW)
Foug inha jameela, it3aref itsoulif. I dont think i'd ever be okay with talking to a girl and being with her if she didn't know how to start a conversation. Abe wa7da 7ilwa, jisimha 7ilo, sha3arha 7ilo, t3aref tabis, 6uweela oo foug hatha abe shakh9eeya qaweeya... Thats one of the main reasons why i dont really do relationships. I get what i want from them and then leave, its never enough though.
ilmohim, 9arat ilsa3a 2 wishway, mane gayel 7ag a7ad 3anha, were keeping our mouths shut.
everytime she'd crack a joke or tell me one of her funny childhood memories, all i could think of was what she might be wearin.. what she looks like right now, is her hair up? is it down? is it as curly as it was yesterday? I wanted to be next to her, i wanted to touch her. I wanted to touch her body, i wanted my arms around her waist, i wanted to stare at her. I wanted to do a lot with her. Bas 6ab3an magdar agool shay, all in good time.
Laish ma radat? Ga3adt bfrashy na6er yimkin itrid itdeg 3alay?
Somewhere between thinking of her breathtaking curls to her dazzling eyes and her slender body, i drifted to sleep..
*6oooooo6*
Lujain:
Hi, Khaled AlFlani? Sorry i texted so late :)
After drifting off to sleep thinking of the woman i want, i wake up to a message from her? This is the life....
To: Lujain
yepp;) thats me.. its okay, can you talk?
She didnt reply...
15 minutes later...
Lujain:
yep
I waited a few minutes and called...
(LUJAIN'S POINT OF VIEW)
*ringggggg riiiiinggggg riiiiiiiiiiiiinggggg riiiiiinnnnggg*
I loked down and saw Khaled's number.. it was 12:45am.. WHY DID I SAY YES?!!!!!!!! FASHLA!
I answered my phone..
Me: alo?
Khaled: alooooo (his aloo made me laugh, it was so long and his voice was so deep.. i loved it)
Me: hehehhe
Khaled: hehhe shlounich Lujain?
Me: tamam, inta shlounik?
Khaled: tamaam..
*awkward silence*
Khaled: shemga3dich hal 7aza? shouldnt you be asleep?:p
Me: i would be asleep if i could sleep... *sighed*
Khaled: laish? shfeech?
Me: madre, im having trouble sleeping 9arly fatra (LIE! LIE! LIE! I CANT SLEEP BECAUSE I CANT STOP THINKING OF YOU!!!!)
Khaled: 3asa ma shar?
Me: ma shar, bas you know, jam3a...
Khaled: ta3alay intay shino ur major...
we talked for what seemed like an hour about random topics. His voice was so sexy... i could tell he was smiling the whole time and when i said something funny he'd laugh. He had the sexiest laugh ever, matches his smile. We decided to act like we dont know each other when we passed university and that we'd keep this just between us. that meant i wouldn't be telling Jawa.........
(KHALED'S POINT OF VIEW)
Foug inha jameela, it3aref itsoulif. I dont think i'd ever be okay with talking to a girl and being with her if she didn't know how to start a conversation. Abe wa7da 7ilwa, jisimha 7ilo, sha3arha 7ilo, t3aref tabis, 6uweela oo foug hatha abe shakh9eeya qaweeya... Thats one of the main reasons why i dont really do relationships. I get what i want from them and then leave, its never enough though.
ilmohim, 9arat ilsa3a 2 wishway, mane gayel 7ag a7ad 3anha, were keeping our mouths shut.
everytime she'd crack a joke or tell me one of her funny childhood memories, all i could think of was what she might be wearin.. what she looks like right now, is her hair up? is it down? is it as curly as it was yesterday? I wanted to be next to her, i wanted to touch her. I wanted to touch her body, i wanted my arms around her waist, i wanted to stare at her. I wanted to do a lot with her. Bas 6ab3an magdar agool shay, all in good time.
Bittersweet Love Part 10
(KHALED'S POINT OF VIEW)
Dagait 3ala wa7id min ilshabab oo 3a6aita raqam sayarat Lujain, bas kint abe a6ali3 raqamha abe akalemha. eli abee i9eer law shino.. bakalmha ya3ni bakalmha.
Qarart aroo7 ilshalaih 3ind i3yal 3amy, mityam3een... fa wana bil 6ireej chan idig 3alay 9a7by oo 3a6any ilraqam. 7abeeb, ma sa2al laish oo 3an shino.
6ala3t ilraqam oo sayavta: 9334****-Lujain
Kanat ilsa3a 9:30 taqreeban, madre adeg al7een wela bacher il9ib7? Abeeha! Abeeha!
Dagait.....
6ool ma eren iltelephone wana bas afaker ib 6oolha oo jamalha oo jisimha shloun yanany awal ma shift'ha. Akhaf nou3ha matrid 3ala arqam mat3arefha? Itha ma radat badizlha msg agoolaha ana mino, akeed bitrid 3alay. Come on, after what happened earlier today lazim trid 3alay itha darat ina hatha raqmy.
Ma radat....
Compose SMS:
To: Lujain
Masa2 ilkhair Lujain, ana Khaled, remember me? ;)
yalla, inshallah trid...
(LUJAIN'S POINT OF VIEW)
Garait ilmsg oo galby 6a7 ib ba6ny! WTF! Where did he get my number from?!! I rushed over to where Jawa was sleeping..
Me: JAWA GOOMAY GOOMAY OMG OMG OMGGGG
Jawa: way3aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! shtabeeeeeeeeeeen?! ga9ray 7isich banam
Me: GOOOOMAY IGRAY HAL MESSAGE!
Jawa: Khaled? huh? laykoon Khaled Khaled?
Me: ee shrayich 3ayal? fe ghaira? Khaled!!!!
Jawa: abaih la2 latrideen! ana shgiltich?
Me: bas uh--hhh min wain 6ala3 raqmy?
Jawa: 7abeebti, guys have their ways
Me: he called earlier bas ma radait chan ediz msg
Jawa: ee mu trideeeeeeen! khaleech thigeeeela! min 9ijy Lajon ra7 az3al minich if u answer his calls or texts!
Me: u-hhh ee.. umm ee okay
Jawa: ilsa3a cham?
Me: almost 10..
Jawa: weeeh wai3 i've got to head home and sleep, bacher waray ga3da min il9ib7 binroo7 ilshalaih & ur coming!!
Me: ee bas agool 7ag umi oo we can go have breakfast ib prime and toast then head to shalaih, IM DRIVING!:D
Jawa: hehhe okkk yalla bye love!
Me: bye babe
Jawa left our house and i stood there staring at the text message i got from Khaled. MY Khaled.
I saved his number and went up to my mom and dad to tell them about my plan tomorrow with Jawa. Once i got the approval, i rushed to my room and blasted on some music as i put in my swimsuit and a few dresses and flip flops for shalaih. I got into my comfy pj's and went to sleep... after thinking of sending a text message to Khaled, but what was i going to say?
Dagait 3ala wa7id min ilshabab oo 3a6aita raqam sayarat Lujain, bas kint abe a6ali3 raqamha abe akalemha. eli abee i9eer law shino.. bakalmha ya3ni bakalmha.
Qarart aroo7 ilshalaih 3ind i3yal 3amy, mityam3een... fa wana bil 6ireej chan idig 3alay 9a7by oo 3a6any ilraqam. 7abeeb, ma sa2al laish oo 3an shino.
6ala3t ilraqam oo sayavta: 9334****-Lujain
Kanat ilsa3a 9:30 taqreeban, madre adeg al7een wela bacher il9ib7? Abeeha! Abeeha!
Dagait.....
6ool ma eren iltelephone wana bas afaker ib 6oolha oo jamalha oo jisimha shloun yanany awal ma shift'ha. Akhaf nou3ha matrid 3ala arqam mat3arefha? Itha ma radat badizlha msg agoolaha ana mino, akeed bitrid 3alay. Come on, after what happened earlier today lazim trid 3alay itha darat ina hatha raqmy.
Ma radat....
Compose SMS:
To: Lujain
Masa2 ilkhair Lujain, ana Khaled, remember me? ;)
yalla, inshallah trid...
(LUJAIN'S POINT OF VIEW)
Garait ilmsg oo galby 6a7 ib ba6ny! WTF! Where did he get my number from?!! I rushed over to where Jawa was sleeping..
Me: JAWA GOOMAY GOOMAY OMG OMG OMGGGG
Jawa: way3aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! shtabeeeeeeeeeeen?! ga9ray 7isich banam
Me: GOOOOMAY IGRAY HAL MESSAGE!
Jawa: Khaled? huh? laykoon Khaled Khaled?
Me: ee shrayich 3ayal? fe ghaira? Khaled!!!!
Jawa: abaih la2 latrideen! ana shgiltich?
Me: bas uh--hhh min wain 6ala3 raqmy?
Jawa: 7abeebti, guys have their ways
Me: he called earlier bas ma radait chan ediz msg
Jawa: ee mu trideeeeeeen! khaleech thigeeeela! min 9ijy Lajon ra7 az3al minich if u answer his calls or texts!
Me: u-hhh ee.. umm ee okay
Jawa: ilsa3a cham?
Me: almost 10..
Jawa: weeeh wai3 i've got to head home and sleep, bacher waray ga3da min il9ib7 binroo7 ilshalaih & ur coming!!
Me: ee bas agool 7ag umi oo we can go have breakfast ib prime and toast then head to shalaih, IM DRIVING!:D
Jawa: hehhe okkk yalla bye love!
Me: bye babe
Jawa left our house and i stood there staring at the text message i got from Khaled. MY Khaled.
I saved his number and went up to my mom and dad to tell them about my plan tomorrow with Jawa. Once i got the approval, i rushed to my room and blasted on some music as i put in my swimsuit and a few dresses and flip flops for shalaih. I got into my comfy pj's and went to sleep... after thinking of sending a text message to Khaled, but what was i going to say?
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Bittersweet Love Part 9
(KHALED'S POINT OF VIEW)
6ool il6ireej wana afaker feeha, makhtha 3agly.
Shes so beautiful. Her hair, her skin, her smile, the way she freaked out when i talked to her. Her name, Lujain... so beautiful.
Waaaih min mita ana chithee? wayed 9ayer romancey..
Dakhalt ilbait wela ilwalda ib wayhe wiya khalty bye6le3oon iroo7oon il9aloon 3indahum 3irs belail. Taghadait ibser3a oo 9a3adt foug badalt oo ri7t ilnady. It was thursday! I wasnt going to see her for two days. I'm actually going to miss uni.
I tried to have fun with my friends without thinking of her but it was kind of hard since every time i closed my eyes, all i could see were her eyes, her hair, her smile and everything else about her.
(LUJAIN'S POINT OF VIEW)
Mr.Dishdasha now had a name. Khaled Al Flani...
I went home, called Jawa and told her to come over if she felt like it. I havent seen her in ages, shes been in bed and i've been soooooooo busy with university. I decided to take a break from all my studying today, since it was a thursday. I missed my best friend, my sister, Jawa. She came over in her navy blue Juicy track suit and i wore shorts and a t-shirt. We closed all the shutters and watched a movie while we had lunch and sweets.
As i was sipping my chay 7aleeb, i decided to tell her about Khaled. She has to know!
Me: uu-hh Jawa, pause digeega..
Jawa: (paused the movie) ha shfeech?
Me: Jawa.... lazim agoolich shay.
Jawa: (got really excited and sat up) shfeech Lajoon, latkhar3eeni ili feeni kafeeni wallah il3atheeeeem!
Me: (giggled) Jawoon hehehhhe (i got up and sat next to her)
Jawa: (hit me) goolay!!!!
Me: Jawa fe wa7id isma Khaled... Al Flani
Jawa: (her jaw dropped)
Me: (gave her a blank stare) shfeeech?
Jawa: kamlay...
Me: (i told her what happened and she didnt interrupt until i was finished)
Jawa: Lajoon!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and she gave me a big hug) Lujaaaaaaaaaain 3ady agoolich shay????
Me: eeee?
Jawa: I know who the guy is, i know he's a good guy. I know he's the perfect guy for you..
Me: shloun? (i was shocked!!)
Jawa: rifeej Saloom my cousin, hes such a good guy! Sa3at eyee bait khalty, he's that close with Saloom's family, 7esbat waladhom!
Me: your kidding 9a7?
Jawa: la wallah il3atheeem!!
Me: oh my GOD!!!! tadreen shino raya7teeeeeeni?
Jawa: (hugged me) bas Lajoon mu ma3nata itkalmeena wet9eer qisat 7ub oo gharam? tara wallah it'll end that way, khaleekom chithee arya7likom.
Me: hehehe inshallah mama!
Jawa: inzain roo7ay gi3day hnak and let me watch this movie!
Me: way3a! (giggled)
Jawa: (gave a look and a warm smile)
Next thing i knew, it was 9:30 and we'd slept on the couches. What woke me up?
*riiiiiiiiiiiiingggggg riiiiiiiiiiingggggg*
Me: haaa bismillah
Jawa: wtf is that???? khaleeeni anaaam!
Me: u-hhh okkk...
I looked down, 9986****........
6ool il6ireej wana afaker feeha, makhtha 3agly.
Shes so beautiful. Her hair, her skin, her smile, the way she freaked out when i talked to her. Her name, Lujain... so beautiful.
Waaaih min mita ana chithee? wayed 9ayer romancey..
Dakhalt ilbait wela ilwalda ib wayhe wiya khalty bye6le3oon iroo7oon il9aloon 3indahum 3irs belail. Taghadait ibser3a oo 9a3adt foug badalt oo ri7t ilnady. It was thursday! I wasnt going to see her for two days. I'm actually going to miss uni.
I tried to have fun with my friends without thinking of her but it was kind of hard since every time i closed my eyes, all i could see were her eyes, her hair, her smile and everything else about her.
(LUJAIN'S POINT OF VIEW)
Mr.Dishdasha now had a name. Khaled Al Flani...
I went home, called Jawa and told her to come over if she felt like it. I havent seen her in ages, shes been in bed and i've been soooooooo busy with university. I decided to take a break from all my studying today, since it was a thursday. I missed my best friend, my sister, Jawa. She came over in her navy blue Juicy track suit and i wore shorts and a t-shirt. We closed all the shutters and watched a movie while we had lunch and sweets.
As i was sipping my chay 7aleeb, i decided to tell her about Khaled. She has to know!
Me: uu-hh Jawa, pause digeega..
Jawa: (paused the movie) ha shfeech?
Me: Jawa.... lazim agoolich shay.
Jawa: (got really excited and sat up) shfeech Lajoon, latkhar3eeni ili feeni kafeeni wallah il3atheeeeem!
Me: (giggled) Jawoon hehehhhe (i got up and sat next to her)
Jawa: (hit me) goolay!!!!
Me: Jawa fe wa7id isma Khaled... Al Flani
Jawa: (her jaw dropped)
Me: (gave her a blank stare) shfeeech?
Jawa: kamlay...
Me: (i told her what happened and she didnt interrupt until i was finished)
Jawa: Lajoon!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and she gave me a big hug) Lujaaaaaaaaaain 3ady agoolich shay????
Me: eeee?
Jawa: I know who the guy is, i know he's a good guy. I know he's the perfect guy for you..
Me: shloun? (i was shocked!!)
Jawa: rifeej Saloom my cousin, hes such a good guy! Sa3at eyee bait khalty, he's that close with Saloom's family, 7esbat waladhom!
Me: your kidding 9a7?
Jawa: la wallah il3atheeem!!
Me: oh my GOD!!!! tadreen shino raya7teeeeeeni?
Jawa: (hugged me) bas Lajoon mu ma3nata itkalmeena wet9eer qisat 7ub oo gharam? tara wallah it'll end that way, khaleekom chithee arya7likom.
Me: hehehe inshallah mama!
Jawa: inzain roo7ay gi3day hnak and let me watch this movie!
Me: way3a! (giggled)
Jawa: (gave a look and a warm smile)
Next thing i knew, it was 9:30 and we'd slept on the couches. What woke me up?
*riiiiiiiiiiiiingggggg riiiiiiiiiiingggggg*
Me: haaa bismillah
Jawa: wtf is that???? khaleeeni anaaam!
Me: u-hhh okkk...
I looked down, 9986****........
Friday, April 22, 2011
Bittersweet Love Part 8
(LUJAIN'S POINT OF VIEW)
Shfee hatha misha bser3a? Mu chena etfaqna ib nathratna ina binshoof ba3ath 3ugub ilclass? i swear i felt it. Or maybe thats just me being me, living in a fairytale. Gimt, khthait aghrathy oo gilt 7ag Fajer ina i have work to get done oo ina i have to go. Mishait ibser3a lai sayarty oo rikabt. Ma t7arakt. Something was holding me down telling me not to move. I dont know what got into me. Shifta lail7een ib sayarta eli yamy. Ga6ait jan6etty bel passenger's seat and my books as well.
Lajoon shhal ghaba2? al7een he'll think tabeena oo 3ashan chithee yeetay sayartich! chan ni6artay a few minutes oo mishaytay? ifffff sometimes i can turn into a total idiot. Bas what if deep down i want him to notice me akthar and make his move?
ga3adt for what seemed like ages, chan yanzil min sayarta............
This tall, muscular, very attractive guy was standing right at my window. What the hell am i supposed to do?
I took my sunglasses off and looked at him, he still had his on, he slid them off slowly and stared at me. We looked back until he smiled, i couldnt help but smile back. He looked so manly, a7is ga3ed igool: shfeeha hal khibla itkhizny chithe? shrayich itnazleen jamtich abe agoolich shay!
I quickly realized what was going on. My fingers were right over the button, i wanted to push it to bring down the window, but i had no strength to do anything. I was shocked but most of all scared. I'd never let anyone do this to me...
A million and one thoughts raced back and forth in my head within the minute he was standing there. Just as he turned his back to walk away, i opened my window slightly, he looked back and gave me a sigh of relief. I was so still and scared.
We kept looking at each other smiling...
him: guwa *in his strong vice*
me: allah egaweek *in my soft and slightly agitated voice*
him: madre shagoolich wallah, ana asef 3ala il7arakt eli 9arat a few times before, but i just have to tell you i like you. i think your beautiful and you seem smart *he gave me a smile and a giggle* oo ebayen 3alaich bint san3a. Ana Khaled AlFlani, oo yayech abe a3aref ismich 3ashan agdar akalem umi once i graduate next course.
me: ...................... L-l-llujain... Al... umm.. Flani
him: Lujain Al Flani? wilni3im feech. I'll see you around i guess?
me: uhh yeah i guess. khaled?
him: ee khaled.
we exchanged smiles and i suddenly needed to laugh... akhhh bas roo7 la ath7ak ib wayhk!!!! im so nervous and scared!!
him: ma a6awel 3alaich lujain, oo ana asef 3ala ay 7araka az3ajtech feeha.. wallah makan qasdy, bas this is what happens when you like someone i guess *he gave me the hottest wink ever*
me: umm la 3adi :) anyway, see you..
him: bye Lujain.
me: bye.
I rolled up my window and put the car in reverse and went home listening to Adele's song, One and Only thinking of Mr.Dishdasha-- Khaled Al Flani
Adele's words were sinking through as i drove home feeling so calm with a smile plastered on my face..
I dare you to let me be your, your one and only,
Promise I'm worth it,
To hold in your arms,
So come on and give me a chance,
To prove I am the one who can walk that mile,
Until the end starts,
If I've been on your mind,
You hang on every word I say,
Lose yourself in time,
At the mention of my name,
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close,
And have you tell me whichever road I choose, you'll go?
I'm really starting to like him.....
Shfee hatha misha bser3a? Mu chena etfaqna ib nathratna ina binshoof ba3ath 3ugub ilclass? i swear i felt it. Or maybe thats just me being me, living in a fairytale. Gimt, khthait aghrathy oo gilt 7ag Fajer ina i have work to get done oo ina i have to go. Mishait ibser3a lai sayarty oo rikabt. Ma t7arakt. Something was holding me down telling me not to move. I dont know what got into me. Shifta lail7een ib sayarta eli yamy. Ga6ait jan6etty bel passenger's seat and my books as well.
Lajoon shhal ghaba2? al7een he'll think tabeena oo 3ashan chithee yeetay sayartich! chan ni6artay a few minutes oo mishaytay? ifffff sometimes i can turn into a total idiot. Bas what if deep down i want him to notice me akthar and make his move?
ga3adt for what seemed like ages, chan yanzil min sayarta............
This tall, muscular, very attractive guy was standing right at my window. What the hell am i supposed to do?
I took my sunglasses off and looked at him, he still had his on, he slid them off slowly and stared at me. We looked back until he smiled, i couldnt help but smile back. He looked so manly, a7is ga3ed igool: shfeeha hal khibla itkhizny chithe? shrayich itnazleen jamtich abe agoolich shay!
I quickly realized what was going on. My fingers were right over the button, i wanted to push it to bring down the window, but i had no strength to do anything. I was shocked but most of all scared. I'd never let anyone do this to me...
A million and one thoughts raced back and forth in my head within the minute he was standing there. Just as he turned his back to walk away, i opened my window slightly, he looked back and gave me a sigh of relief. I was so still and scared.
We kept looking at each other smiling...
him: guwa *in his strong vice*
me: allah egaweek *in my soft and slightly agitated voice*
him: madre shagoolich wallah, ana asef 3ala il7arakt eli 9arat a few times before, but i just have to tell you i like you. i think your beautiful and you seem smart *he gave me a smile and a giggle* oo ebayen 3alaich bint san3a. Ana Khaled AlFlani, oo yayech abe a3aref ismich 3ashan agdar akalem umi once i graduate next course.
me: ...................... L-l-llujain... Al... umm.. Flani
him: Lujain Al Flani? wilni3im feech. I'll see you around i guess?
me: uhh yeah i guess. khaled?
him: ee khaled.
we exchanged smiles and i suddenly needed to laugh... akhhh bas roo7 la ath7ak ib wayhk!!!! im so nervous and scared!!
him: ma a6awel 3alaich lujain, oo ana asef 3ala ay 7araka az3ajtech feeha.. wallah makan qasdy, bas this is what happens when you like someone i guess *he gave me the hottest wink ever*
me: umm la 3adi :) anyway, see you..
him: bye Lujain.
me: bye.
I rolled up my window and put the car in reverse and went home listening to Adele's song, One and Only thinking of Mr.Dishdasha-- Khaled Al Flani
Adele's words were sinking through as i drove home feeling so calm with a smile plastered on my face..
I dare you to let me be your, your one and only,
Promise I'm worth it,
To hold in your arms,
So come on and give me a chance,
To prove I am the one who can walk that mile,
Until the end starts,
If I've been on your mind,
You hang on every word I say,
Lose yourself in time,
At the mention of my name,
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close,
And have you tell me whichever road I choose, you'll go?
I'm really starting to like him.....
Bittersweet Love Part 7
Adele on (one&only), jewelry off, hair up... ready to write. This one goes out to my lovely silent reader- C:*
(MR. DISHDASHA'S POINT OF VIEW)
Ga3ed bel class akhiz ilsa3a, 7ade malait. 9oorat'ha mu rathya ti6la3 3an baly...Marat ilsa3a oo chinha sa3tain,6ala3t min il9af bas thigalt. Sawait nafsy mu mihtam ib shay oo 6ala3t..
Wi9alt ilni9 wela ashoofha ga3da wiya rifeejat'ha tishrab gahwa ib Starbucks... hmmm, 9idfa! 7ata ana abe drink (shi6anty hehe adree)
ilmohim, shafatny yaay, i know something is going on between us oo i know i have to make the first move, ebayen 3alaiha khoush bnaya maby akharebha wela abeeha tfaker ena im a bad guy, im not.
once she looked up at me from her blackberry her eyes were fixed into mine and i knew we couldnt take our eyes off of each other, well... i couldnt. She looked away, esta7at? madree.
6alabt my drink oo dagait 3ala wa7id min ilshabab eyeeni 3ashan ma ag3ad broo7y watani7 feeha. i needed someone to sit with me and talk to me, shwaya alha 3anha.
7amad: halaaa walaaaaaa
me: halaaa feeek
me and 7amad were good friends, we were always together bel diwaniya and always had each other's backs.
we exchanged our hi's and hello's
7amad: thiwany bas ayeebli gahwa, 7ade emgafel
me: khith wagtek hehe
7amad was gone for what seemed like 2 seconds, ee akeed la2ana ana abe akhiz il7ilwa eli jidamy fa may6awel, la3ana.
7amad: khalood shoof ilbnaya eli labsa abyath
me: ha shino? ay wa7da? (was he talking about bint ilflani?)
7amad: hathy ili sha3arha curly.... latesta3be6 kil hal sha3ar oo mara7 tshoofha?
me: haa? ee 3adiya (WALLAH MU 3ADIYA, INTA BAS LAW TADREEEE YA 7AMAD!!!!!)
7amad: la wallah? khalood feek shay? ilbint sh7ilooha...
me: 3aib 7amad may9eer tgool chithee 3an banat ilnas
7amad gave me a look and looked away and kept staring at her, chena mu shayef bint min gabel.
me: 3an ithnik, waray midterm bacher, baroo7 ilbait adris.
7amad: famanallah
I walked away and passed by her table, looked at her oo all i wanted to do was to pull up a chair and tell her how much i like her. misakt nafsy oo ana 7ail mi7tar min 7arakat 7amad oo mishait, dashait sayarty wela ashoof'ha min b3eed maska kitabha oo shayla jan6at'ha oo yaya 9ouby. Chan atthakar enha saf6a yamy.
How come? Why'd she leave when i left? Shelsalfa?
I didn't move an inch until she went into her car... then....
(MR. DISHDASHA'S POINT OF VIEW)
Ga3ed bel class akhiz ilsa3a, 7ade malait. 9oorat'ha mu rathya ti6la3 3an baly...Marat ilsa3a oo chinha sa3tain,6ala3t min il9af bas thigalt. Sawait nafsy mu mihtam ib shay oo 6ala3t..
Wi9alt ilni9 wela ashoofha ga3da wiya rifeejat'ha tishrab gahwa ib Starbucks... hmmm, 9idfa! 7ata ana abe drink (shi6anty hehe adree)
ilmohim, shafatny yaay, i know something is going on between us oo i know i have to make the first move, ebayen 3alaiha khoush bnaya maby akharebha wela abeeha tfaker ena im a bad guy, im not.
once she looked up at me from her blackberry her eyes were fixed into mine and i knew we couldnt take our eyes off of each other, well... i couldnt. She looked away, esta7at? madree.
6alabt my drink oo dagait 3ala wa7id min ilshabab eyeeni 3ashan ma ag3ad broo7y watani7 feeha. i needed someone to sit with me and talk to me, shwaya alha 3anha.
7amad: halaaa walaaaaaa
me: halaaa feeek
me and 7amad were good friends, we were always together bel diwaniya and always had each other's backs.
we exchanged our hi's and hello's
7amad: thiwany bas ayeebli gahwa, 7ade emgafel
me: khith wagtek hehe
7amad was gone for what seemed like 2 seconds, ee akeed la2ana ana abe akhiz il7ilwa eli jidamy fa may6awel, la3ana.
7amad: khalood shoof ilbnaya eli labsa abyath
me: ha shino? ay wa7da? (was he talking about bint ilflani?)
7amad: hathy ili sha3arha curly.... latesta3be6 kil hal sha3ar oo mara7 tshoofha?
me: haa? ee 3adiya (WALLAH MU 3ADIYA, INTA BAS LAW TADREEEE YA 7AMAD!!!!!)
7amad: la wallah? khalood feek shay? ilbint sh7ilooha...
me: 3aib 7amad may9eer tgool chithee 3an banat ilnas
7amad gave me a look and looked away and kept staring at her, chena mu shayef bint min gabel.
me: 3an ithnik, waray midterm bacher, baroo7 ilbait adris.
7amad: famanallah
I walked away and passed by her table, looked at her oo all i wanted to do was to pull up a chair and tell her how much i like her. misakt nafsy oo ana 7ail mi7tar min 7arakat 7amad oo mishait, dashait sayarty wela ashoof'ha min b3eed maska kitabha oo shayla jan6at'ha oo yaya 9ouby. Chan atthakar enha saf6a yamy.
How come? Why'd she leave when i left? Shelsalfa?
I didn't move an inch until she went into her car... then....
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Bittersweet Love Part 6
*rinnnnnnnggggggg riiiinnnnnggggg*
My peaceful sleep was interrupted with my damn alarm, i think it was time to change it to a more peaceful one, one that didn't give me a heart attack with every ring.
I looked at the time, 8:01am. Perfect, enough time to shower, change, apply some makeup, have breakfast and get to university.. I had a long day ahead of me, lots of work to get done.
I always sing in the shower, i was singing on top of my lungs as i was thinking of what to wear today, i wanted to look extra pretty today, but i didnt want to look like i was trying so hard. Where's Lama when i need her? She was my fashion consultant, but too bad she's at school.
I dried my hair and as usual, it formed these perfect curls. I applied some bronzer on my face and a thin line of liquid eyeliner on my upper eyelid. I then applied some blue mascara, it was perfect for the summer. I put on some peach lipstick and topped it off with a little bit of clear lipgloss.
I opened up my closet and stared at my collection of jeans, i wanted to show off my legs today with some tight jeans. I paired it up with a white top and tucked it in. I wore my gold wedges and paired it up with my orange Celine bag and a few accessories. If i must say, i looked cute. Hehe thiqa, i know!
Anyway, i got into my car, blasted on some morning music- adele! I was singing and dropped into Nuzha's starbucks drive thru since it was only 9:30. Jawa wasn't coming today, so i decided to take it easy on the socializing today and just focus on finishing ALL my work today, bas 6ab3an i had one important person i wanted to socialize with.
Melt my heart to stone by adele was playing as i let my window down and the guy who worked at starbucks took my order. I looked at the mirror to see if there was a car behind me. OH MY GOD.......
(MR.DISHDASHA'S POINT OF VIEW)
MA-A9ADEG!
La laaa hathee itha mu ley 3ayal 7ag minoooo?!!!
Sh9ayer? Ana ga3ed atkhayal wila ihya jidami? Ee hatha raqam sayart'ha, ee hatha sha3arha.. Madat eedha oo khathat her drink, ee hatha lounha oo eedha ilna3ma... La khalas its meant to be, lazim abayenlaha ina abe akalmha ib ay 6areeqa. I need to talk to her, today. I'm not going home without her name. I WILL NOT GO HOME WITHOUT KNOWING HER NAME! I WILL NOT!
I didn't bother to order my drink, ma3ana 9ij kint mishtiheeyha, bas 6aff akhith min iljam3a, ana aham shay al7een a9eedha gabel la itdish classha, abe asfe6 yamha 3ashan nazlatna wa7da oo tistaw3eb ina ihya shayfatny min gabel.
3ala 7athy il7ilo, sifa6t yamha oo nizalna. 6ale3atny oo im 100% sure she noticed that i was the same guy that started at her like some idiot. I gave her a warm smile, her response made my heart beat so fast and i got butterflies.
Rayal sh6ooly sh3irthy butterflies? Yalla 3ad! Intay shino imsawya feeni?
Shakelha kan wayed emratab, ghair 3an last time i saw her. She looked so cute in what she was wearing.
Kil wa7id ra7 ib 6ireeja for class. I couldnt wait for this hour to end.... I promised myself I'd hang out in the middle of the university, somewhere close to her 10 am class, i remembered where it was from last time.
(LUJAIN'S POINT OF VIEW)
He was here, thank God... dashait ilclass wana bas a6ali3 ilsa3a, i didn't hear a thing in class, kint abe a6la3 ashoofa waina.
10:15... ufff! bas 9arly 15 minutes?
10:35... ulllllaaa yalla
10:45... im so bored, yarait arakiz shwayaa...
10:55... yalla dismiss us already!!
11:01... i ran out...
I walked slowly, yimkin ashoofa weshoofny?
My peaceful sleep was interrupted with my damn alarm, i think it was time to change it to a more peaceful one, one that didn't give me a heart attack with every ring.
I looked at the time, 8:01am. Perfect, enough time to shower, change, apply some makeup, have breakfast and get to university.. I had a long day ahead of me, lots of work to get done.
I always sing in the shower, i was singing on top of my lungs as i was thinking of what to wear today, i wanted to look extra pretty today, but i didnt want to look like i was trying so hard. Where's Lama when i need her? She was my fashion consultant, but too bad she's at school.
I dried my hair and as usual, it formed these perfect curls. I applied some bronzer on my face and a thin line of liquid eyeliner on my upper eyelid. I then applied some blue mascara, it was perfect for the summer. I put on some peach lipstick and topped it off with a little bit of clear lipgloss.
I opened up my closet and stared at my collection of jeans, i wanted to show off my legs today with some tight jeans. I paired it up with a white top and tucked it in. I wore my gold wedges and paired it up with my orange Celine bag and a few accessories. If i must say, i looked cute. Hehe thiqa, i know!
Anyway, i got into my car, blasted on some morning music- adele! I was singing and dropped into Nuzha's starbucks drive thru since it was only 9:30. Jawa wasn't coming today, so i decided to take it easy on the socializing today and just focus on finishing ALL my work today, bas 6ab3an i had one important person i wanted to socialize with.
Melt my heart to stone by adele was playing as i let my window down and the guy who worked at starbucks took my order. I looked at the mirror to see if there was a car behind me. OH MY GOD.......
(MR.DISHDASHA'S POINT OF VIEW)
MA-A9ADEG!
La laaa hathee itha mu ley 3ayal 7ag minoooo?!!!
Sh9ayer? Ana ga3ed atkhayal wila ihya jidami? Ee hatha raqam sayart'ha, ee hatha sha3arha.. Madat eedha oo khathat her drink, ee hatha lounha oo eedha ilna3ma... La khalas its meant to be, lazim abayenlaha ina abe akalmha ib ay 6areeqa. I need to talk to her, today. I'm not going home without her name. I WILL NOT GO HOME WITHOUT KNOWING HER NAME! I WILL NOT!
I didn't bother to order my drink, ma3ana 9ij kint mishtiheeyha, bas 6aff akhith min iljam3a, ana aham shay al7een a9eedha gabel la itdish classha, abe asfe6 yamha 3ashan nazlatna wa7da oo tistaw3eb ina ihya shayfatny min gabel.
3ala 7athy il7ilo, sifa6t yamha oo nizalna. 6ale3atny oo im 100% sure she noticed that i was the same guy that started at her like some idiot. I gave her a warm smile, her response made my heart beat so fast and i got butterflies.
Rayal sh6ooly sh3irthy butterflies? Yalla 3ad! Intay shino imsawya feeni?
Shakelha kan wayed emratab, ghair 3an last time i saw her. She looked so cute in what she was wearing.
Kil wa7id ra7 ib 6ireeja for class. I couldnt wait for this hour to end.... I promised myself I'd hang out in the middle of the university, somewhere close to her 10 am class, i remembered where it was from last time.
(LUJAIN'S POINT OF VIEW)
He was here, thank God... dashait ilclass wana bas a6ali3 ilsa3a, i didn't hear a thing in class, kint abe a6la3 ashoofa waina.
10:15... ufff! bas 9arly 15 minutes?
10:35... ulllllaaa yalla
10:45... im so bored, yarait arakiz shwayaa...
10:55... yalla dismiss us already!!
11:01... i ran out...
I walked slowly, yimkin ashoofa weshoofny?
Bittersweet Love Part 5
*MR. DISHDASHA'S POINT OF VIEW*
Shesemha ilbnaya? em6ayra 3agly.
I've never been the type of guy to fall in love with a girl from first sight. I mean, how could i fall for her? I dont know a thing about her, not even her name. I need to find a way to talk to her, or at least find out some information about her. I can't stop thinking of her hair, her perfect curls. I had a thing for girls with curly hair, it was so natural and alive. I love it. I love her... hair.
Her tanned skin, so soft... ahhhh mane gader ansa shakelha youm shafatny akhizha! She was so cute, she smiled and looked away... adre mu qasdha shay, ebayen ina it was just a reaction to me staring at her awkwardly...
Shma3na i never saw her bil jam3a before? I mean, she has a class at the same time i do, why didnt we ever cross paths?
Anyway, dashait ilbait oo taghadait wiya ilahal wana bas afaker feeha.. Allah, law akhaleeha murty? Teg3ad weyana 3al ghada, itsoulif wiya umi, tith7ak wiya ubouy, itsoulif wiya khwany? Ityeebli 3yal 7ilween mithilha?
I REALLY need to know her name and get in touch with her... as soon as possible.
9a3adt foug, midterms were coming up, i wanted to get good grades, believe it or not, i actually do care.. ma3ana adre ina bashtghel ib sharikat ubouy once im done... so, 6afait talefouny oo laptopy oo ga3adt adres...
(LUJAIN'S POINT OF VIEW)
Lama: lajoon... lajoon...? goomay *playing with my hir*
Me: hmmm.. athan?
Lama: ee yalla goumay, 9alay oo rou7ay bait Jawa biyoon ilnas in a bit...
Me: okay, Lama tel them to iron 3abaty e3tafsat, 3la ma agoom atjahaz...
Lama: okaaay mu trideen itnameen;p a3arfich tsaweenha
Me: hahaha chub;p
I got out of bed.. i was still happy from what happened before i got into bed. ya7laila yay lay baitna 3ashan ishoofny? laa... akhaf 9idfa? i dont know, i'm going to believe what i want to believe.
I washed up, let my curls down and put in a few bobby pins here and there, wore a beige dress with black flats and got out of my room. On my way down, i took my 3abaya from Lisa who was ironing it for me.
Mama: haa mama ray7a 7ag Jawa?
Me: ee mama * kissed her cheek*
Mama: ee zain itsaween, latkhaleenha broo7ha maskeena
Me: akeed mama latwa9een 7aree9, hathe Jawa shes like a sister to me
Mama: allah layfargkom
Me: ameeeeeen!! Mama itha i7tijtay shay digeeli okay?
Mama: inshallah...
Me: yalla bye
Mama: byee
I walked over to Jawa's house, people were walking in... I went over to Jawa, she seemed better but it showed hat she was sleepy...
Nothing happened the next day except my head was running around in circles thinking of Mr. Dishdasha... i wanted to go to university, i wanted to see him...
I headed home 3ugub thaleth youm il3aza and worked on a few assignments... i wanted to get them out of the way so that i could study for my midterms that were coming up in just two weeks, i was very dedicated.
Alarm set for 8... my class was at 10.. I was too tired to shower at night, so i decided i would in the morning and i needed enough time, i didnt want to rush. I actually had a big reason to look my best...
Shesemha ilbnaya? em6ayra 3agly.
I've never been the type of guy to fall in love with a girl from first sight. I mean, how could i fall for her? I dont know a thing about her, not even her name. I need to find a way to talk to her, or at least find out some information about her. I can't stop thinking of her hair, her perfect curls. I had a thing for girls with curly hair, it was so natural and alive. I love it. I love her... hair.
Her tanned skin, so soft... ahhhh mane gader ansa shakelha youm shafatny akhizha! She was so cute, she smiled and looked away... adre mu qasdha shay, ebayen ina it was just a reaction to me staring at her awkwardly...
Shma3na i never saw her bil jam3a before? I mean, she has a class at the same time i do, why didnt we ever cross paths?
Anyway, dashait ilbait oo taghadait wiya ilahal wana bas afaker feeha.. Allah, law akhaleeha murty? Teg3ad weyana 3al ghada, itsoulif wiya umi, tith7ak wiya ubouy, itsoulif wiya khwany? Ityeebli 3yal 7ilween mithilha?
I REALLY need to know her name and get in touch with her... as soon as possible.
9a3adt foug, midterms were coming up, i wanted to get good grades, believe it or not, i actually do care.. ma3ana adre ina bashtghel ib sharikat ubouy once im done... so, 6afait talefouny oo laptopy oo ga3adt adres...
(LUJAIN'S POINT OF VIEW)
Lama: lajoon... lajoon...? goomay *playing with my hir*
Me: hmmm.. athan?
Lama: ee yalla goumay, 9alay oo rou7ay bait Jawa biyoon ilnas in a bit...
Me: okay, Lama tel them to iron 3abaty e3tafsat, 3la ma agoom atjahaz...
Lama: okaaay mu trideen itnameen;p a3arfich tsaweenha
Me: hahaha chub;p
I got out of bed.. i was still happy from what happened before i got into bed. ya7laila yay lay baitna 3ashan ishoofny? laa... akhaf 9idfa? i dont know, i'm going to believe what i want to believe.
I washed up, let my curls down and put in a few bobby pins here and there, wore a beige dress with black flats and got out of my room. On my way down, i took my 3abaya from Lisa who was ironing it for me.
Mama: haa mama ray7a 7ag Jawa?
Me: ee mama * kissed her cheek*
Mama: ee zain itsaween, latkhaleenha broo7ha maskeena
Me: akeed mama latwa9een 7aree9, hathe Jawa shes like a sister to me
Mama: allah layfargkom
Me: ameeeeeen!! Mama itha i7tijtay shay digeeli okay?
Mama: inshallah...
Me: yalla bye
Mama: byee
I walked over to Jawa's house, people were walking in... I went over to Jawa, she seemed better but it showed hat she was sleepy...
Nothing happened the next day except my head was running around in circles thinking of Mr. Dishdasha... i wanted to go to university, i wanted to see him...
I headed home 3ugub thaleth youm il3aza and worked on a few assignments... i wanted to get them out of the way so that i could study for my midterms that were coming up in just two weeks, i was very dedicated.
Alarm set for 8... my class was at 10.. I was too tired to shower at night, so i decided i would in the morning and i needed enough time, i didnt want to rush. I actually had a big reason to look my best...
Monday, April 18, 2011
Bittersweet Love Part 4
*MR. DISHDASHA'S POINT OF VEIW*
The only reason i came today was because awal ma i2athen ilthiher, kint abe an6er ib sayarty ashoof itha she shows up or not. Ashwa ina i'm close friends with one of his nephews, so i have an excuse to stay there all day.
It got so boring, you have no idea.
Awal ma athan, mishait. Ga3adt ib syarty oo ni6art'ha ti6la3. Yalla, 6il3ay.
I waited for almost half an hour until he showed up. She was on the phone. Her tanned hands held the phone to her ear, her skin was so perfect and her hair was up. She looked like an angel to me. She was wearing the 3abaya and didn't seem to struggle walking in it, which is good. She didn't notice me, I don't think she did.
I wore my glasses and watched her... She didn't go to her car, instead she walked into another house, it was just 2 houses away.
I backed up from my parking space and passed the house just as she entered. I noticed how her car was parked outside.. I looked at the house. It was big mashallah and had a beautiful garden with many flowers. The house had a very italian style to it, it looked very nice. I looked at the gate to the house and read the sign: "Manzel 6alal Al Flani" I finally knew her dad's name and her family's name. I wanted to know her name.
I went home with butterflies in my stomach... I was happy.
*LUJAIN'S POINT OF VIEW*
my phone rang as soon as qaam il9alat, I was talking on the phone as i went over to my house to finish up some assignments...
I went to my room and as usual, i stare out my window while I'm on the phone.
Me: uh-hhh la7tha Sara, la7tha...
Sara: uhh ok...
Me: ummm.. saroon akalmich later okay?
Sara: shfeech is everything alright?
Me: yeah, everything is great bas 6ala3 i have to do something...
Sara: oh okay haha, call me when your free 3ashan akamilich shino 9ar.
Me: hehe sure.. byee babe
Sara: byee
OMG! I couldn't believe it. He was right outside our house. He was going really slow then got close to read the name on the gate. Okay, great.. now he knows my dad's name and my family's name... and i'm sitting here like a kid calling him Mr.Dishdasha like he's some kind of superhero. He stayed there for about a minute tops and left.
I threw myself on my bed with a huge smile on my face. I bbmed my sister to wake me up awal ma e2athen il3a9er 3ashan aroo7 bait Jawa, i needed to sleep. Killa mina ma nimt ams he invaded my every thought.
The only reason i came today was because awal ma i2athen ilthiher, kint abe an6er ib sayarty ashoof itha she shows up or not. Ashwa ina i'm close friends with one of his nephews, so i have an excuse to stay there all day.
It got so boring, you have no idea.
Awal ma athan, mishait. Ga3adt ib syarty oo ni6art'ha ti6la3. Yalla, 6il3ay.
I waited for almost half an hour until he showed up. She was on the phone. Her tanned hands held the phone to her ear, her skin was so perfect and her hair was up. She looked like an angel to me. She was wearing the 3abaya and didn't seem to struggle walking in it, which is good. She didn't notice me, I don't think she did.
I wore my glasses and watched her... She didn't go to her car, instead she walked into another house, it was just 2 houses away.
I backed up from my parking space and passed the house just as she entered. I noticed how her car was parked outside.. I looked at the house. It was big mashallah and had a beautiful garden with many flowers. The house had a very italian style to it, it looked very nice. I looked at the gate to the house and read the sign: "Manzel 6alal Al Flani" I finally knew her dad's name and her family's name. I wanted to know her name.
I went home with butterflies in my stomach... I was happy.
*LUJAIN'S POINT OF VIEW*
my phone rang as soon as qaam il9alat, I was talking on the phone as i went over to my house to finish up some assignments...
I went to my room and as usual, i stare out my window while I'm on the phone.
Me: uh-hhh la7tha Sara, la7tha...
Sara: uhh ok...
Me: ummm.. saroon akalmich later okay?
Sara: shfeech is everything alright?
Me: yeah, everything is great bas 6ala3 i have to do something...
Sara: oh okay haha, call me when your free 3ashan akamilich shino 9ar.
Me: hehe sure.. byee babe
Sara: byee
OMG! I couldn't believe it. He was right outside our house. He was going really slow then got close to read the name on the gate. Okay, great.. now he knows my dad's name and my family's name... and i'm sitting here like a kid calling him Mr.Dishdasha like he's some kind of superhero. He stayed there for about a minute tops and left.
I threw myself on my bed with a huge smile on my face. I bbmed my sister to wake me up awal ma e2athen il3a9er 3ashan aroo7 bait Jawa, i needed to sleep. Killa mina ma nimt ams he invaded my every thought.
Bittersweet Love Part 3
Dedicated to C:*
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MR.DISHDASHA'S POINT OF VIEW:
The funeral was very crowded mashallah. I remember ilmar7oom as a kid when me and my dad used to go to him bilsharika to say hi. He was such a sweet man, allah yer7uma, ma hagait yeetwaffa min cancer chithee.. I walked in, 3azait ilriyayeel eli wagfeen and walked over to my dad and big brother Wahab.
We sat down for about 10 minutes then decided to leave. All i could think of was that girl i saw today. She was so beautiful, and she's right next door. May9eer adish 3azahom just to go ask her what her name is? Can i wait layma i2athen ilmaghreb oo ikhales il3aza and she leaves? I really want to know who she is.
Its a good thing i found out she goes to jam3at ilkuwait too, business. I could ask about her, but i don't want to make it obvious to any of the guys that i'm attracted to her.
As i drove off, leaving my father and Wahabo, i decided to call Jassim, my best friend.
Jassim: halaaa bu waleed!
Me: halaaa wallah, agool, ga3deen bil duwaniyah?
Jassim: eee 7ayaaak kout, zigayer oo sony...
Me: yalla masafat il6ireej..
Jassim: inshoofik
Me: bye
I kept wondering about that mystery girl and what she would be like. I don't like staring at random girls in traffic lights, but her curly hair, her skin color, her gorgeous eyes... The way she looked at me, the way she didn't care about anyone an applied her makeup. It looked like she was in a hurry. She has the same car i have too... and when she got down, her height and her slim figure attracted me. She looked like she was sent from heaven.
I arrived to the duwaniyah and did the usual with my friends, i tried not to think too much about it.
*LUJAIN'S POINT OF VIEW*
7aram, Jawa wouldn't stop crying. He was like her second father. She loved him dearly. As soon as i walked into the 3aza, i rushed over to Jawa's side and didn't leave her. I let her lay her head on my shoulder and i hugged her so hard and let her cry. I knew she needed to let it all out. I kept giving her some water to drink and had a tissue box on my lap. I was there for her. 100%. Well, 90%.
The other 10%? Mr.Dishdasha, akhh 3alaih.
I felt bad that my best friend, my sister, my everything lost 3amha and was crying and a part of me wasn't there with her. It was with the man sitting in the next house.
Athan ilmagharb and i took Jawa to her room, got out her favorite PJs from her closet and got her a sandwich while she changed.
I walked into her room....
Jawa: Lajoon? *her voice was very tired from all the crying and depression*
Me: halaa ?
Jawa: Thank you so much for being here for me...
Me: *i went over and hugged her* Jawa ana ikhtich, you don't need to thank me, if i'm not here for you, who am i going to be here for?
Jawa smiled and hugged me back.
Me: yalla Jawoon, iklaay oo lets watch an episode of gossip girl to get your mind off of everything that happened today okay? la2ana 3ugub maykhalis i need to leave.
Jawa: wain? shino? laa2! Lujain!! You live a few houses down, sleepover, your mom never says no!
Me: Jawa wallah magdar, I'm not going to any classes for the next two days la2ana i wanna be bel 3aza wiyach, so i need to go home and finish up some assignments. I have to email them to my professors, you know how they get!
Jawa: fine... siktay yalla lets watch GG
Me: taraa haaaaaa? you either treat me 3adel or else I'll leave u here ALL alone, I'll even take your sandwich with me and eat what's left of it on my way downstairs..
Jawa: 7abeebty intay 7ayati intay.. gi3day *she gave me the "i'm sorry look"
Me: hehhe kalba i love you!
Jawa: adre.
We watched an episode of GG. I look at Jawa, wela ilikhit ib sabi3 nouma, 7aram ksarat kha6ry.
It was 10 pm, i covered her with the blanket, took my phone and 3abaya off her couch and went back home. I took a quick shower and started to work on my never ending assignments.
I promised myself I'd stop working at 1:30, and that's exactly what i did. I couldn't sleep though... All i was thinking of was Mr.Dishdasha, the hottie. it was 3:30 am... i kept bribing myself. Lajoon if you sleep now, you can eat all the chocolate you want tomorrow... If you sleep now, Mr.Dishdasha will show up tomorrow and say hi. Lajoon if you sleep now, Mr.Dishdasha will be in your dreams. If you sleep now, Mr.Dishdasha will marry you... A million ideas raced back and forth, back and forth, and all i could think of was him. His million dollar smile, his dimple, his tanned skin, his height... oh his height. Finally, a guy thats taller than me.
My alarm was set for 7:30 am, that would give me just enough time to change and have breakfast before heading over to Jawa's.
I woke up, dragging myself out of bed, i was SO tired. Mr.Dishdasha kept me up. I decided to wear a navy blue dress, dresses were the most comfortable things ever, especially under the 3abaya. I paired it up with simple white flats and tied my hair into a messy bun leaving a few strands hanging here and there. I didn't apply any makeup on my face. I had my coffee and halloumi sandwich and headed over to Jawa's.
Everyone seemed to be calm today. They weren't crying as much, which was good. 3ugub athan ilthiher, i headed home to finish some assignments and 3ugub 9alat il3a9er i walked over to jawa's again for the second half of the 3aza. I noticed the Range Rover. Mr. Dishdasha? Are you there?
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MR.DISHDASHA'S POINT OF VIEW:
The funeral was very crowded mashallah. I remember ilmar7oom as a kid when me and my dad used to go to him bilsharika to say hi. He was such a sweet man, allah yer7uma, ma hagait yeetwaffa min cancer chithee.. I walked in, 3azait ilriyayeel eli wagfeen and walked over to my dad and big brother Wahab.
We sat down for about 10 minutes then decided to leave. All i could think of was that girl i saw today. She was so beautiful, and she's right next door. May9eer adish 3azahom just to go ask her what her name is? Can i wait layma i2athen ilmaghreb oo ikhales il3aza and she leaves? I really want to know who she is.
Its a good thing i found out she goes to jam3at ilkuwait too, business. I could ask about her, but i don't want to make it obvious to any of the guys that i'm attracted to her.
As i drove off, leaving my father and Wahabo, i decided to call Jassim, my best friend.
Jassim: halaaa bu waleed!
Me: halaaa wallah, agool, ga3deen bil duwaniyah?
Jassim: eee 7ayaaak kout, zigayer oo sony...
Me: yalla masafat il6ireej..
Jassim: inshoofik
Me: bye
I kept wondering about that mystery girl and what she would be like. I don't like staring at random girls in traffic lights, but her curly hair, her skin color, her gorgeous eyes... The way she looked at me, the way she didn't care about anyone an applied her makeup. It looked like she was in a hurry. She has the same car i have too... and when she got down, her height and her slim figure attracted me. She looked like she was sent from heaven.
I arrived to the duwaniyah and did the usual with my friends, i tried not to think too much about it.
*LUJAIN'S POINT OF VIEW*
7aram, Jawa wouldn't stop crying. He was like her second father. She loved him dearly. As soon as i walked into the 3aza, i rushed over to Jawa's side and didn't leave her. I let her lay her head on my shoulder and i hugged her so hard and let her cry. I knew she needed to let it all out. I kept giving her some water to drink and had a tissue box on my lap. I was there for her. 100%. Well, 90%.
The other 10%? Mr.Dishdasha, akhh 3alaih.
I felt bad that my best friend, my sister, my everything lost 3amha and was crying and a part of me wasn't there with her. It was with the man sitting in the next house.
Athan ilmagharb and i took Jawa to her room, got out her favorite PJs from her closet and got her a sandwich while she changed.
I walked into her room....
Jawa: Lajoon? *her voice was very tired from all the crying and depression*
Me: halaa ?
Jawa: Thank you so much for being here for me...
Me: *i went over and hugged her* Jawa ana ikhtich, you don't need to thank me, if i'm not here for you, who am i going to be here for?
Jawa smiled and hugged me back.
Me: yalla Jawoon, iklaay oo lets watch an episode of gossip girl to get your mind off of everything that happened today okay? la2ana 3ugub maykhalis i need to leave.
Jawa: wain? shino? laa2! Lujain!! You live a few houses down, sleepover, your mom never says no!
Me: Jawa wallah magdar, I'm not going to any classes for the next two days la2ana i wanna be bel 3aza wiyach, so i need to go home and finish up some assignments. I have to email them to my professors, you know how they get!
Jawa: fine... siktay yalla lets watch GG
Me: taraa haaaaaa? you either treat me 3adel or else I'll leave u here ALL alone, I'll even take your sandwich with me and eat what's left of it on my way downstairs..
Jawa: 7abeebty intay 7ayati intay.. gi3day *she gave me the "i'm sorry look"
Me: hehhe kalba i love you!
Jawa: adre.
We watched an episode of GG. I look at Jawa, wela ilikhit ib sabi3 nouma, 7aram ksarat kha6ry.
It was 10 pm, i covered her with the blanket, took my phone and 3abaya off her couch and went back home. I took a quick shower and started to work on my never ending assignments.
I promised myself I'd stop working at 1:30, and that's exactly what i did. I couldn't sleep though... All i was thinking of was Mr.Dishdasha, the hottie. it was 3:30 am... i kept bribing myself. Lajoon if you sleep now, you can eat all the chocolate you want tomorrow... If you sleep now, Mr.Dishdasha will show up tomorrow and say hi. Lajoon if you sleep now, Mr.Dishdasha will be in your dreams. If you sleep now, Mr.Dishdasha will marry you... A million ideas raced back and forth, back and forth, and all i could think of was him. His million dollar smile, his dimple, his tanned skin, his height... oh his height. Finally, a guy thats taller than me.
My alarm was set for 7:30 am, that would give me just enough time to change and have breakfast before heading over to Jawa's.
I woke up, dragging myself out of bed, i was SO tired. Mr.Dishdasha kept me up. I decided to wear a navy blue dress, dresses were the most comfortable things ever, especially under the 3abaya. I paired it up with simple white flats and tied my hair into a messy bun leaving a few strands hanging here and there. I didn't apply any makeup on my face. I had my coffee and halloumi sandwich and headed over to Jawa's.
Everyone seemed to be calm today. They weren't crying as much, which was good. 3ugub athan ilthiher, i headed home to finish some assignments and 3ugub 9alat il3a9er i walked over to jawa's again for the second half of the 3aza. I noticed the Range Rover. Mr. Dishdasha? Are you there?
Bittersweet Love Part 2
Jawa's uncle was very sick. They had a very big family mashallah, very loving and caring. I would always go over to their family gatherings, i was really close. 3amy 3abdallah (her dad's brother) was a very kind man and wasn't married. Jawa was like the daughter he never had. He loved her and was always there for her.
Jawa calling... 6 am
Me: aloo? *i was sleeping*
Jawa: *crying* luj.. ain...
Me: *i sat up as fast as i could, she scared me* Jawa?!! shfeech? whats wrong? talk to me!!
Jawa: *crying* 3amy.....
i knew it right then and there that he had passed. Jawa wouldn't be crying this much unless he did.
Me: Jawa 7abeeebti 5 mins oo ana 3indich. Don't move a muscle.
I got up, ran to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed up. I ran to my closet, wore my favorite navy blue juicy training suit, and black flats to blend in with the 3abaya i grabbed. I tied my hair into a messy bun and left the house without any makeup on. Since Jawa's house was only a few steps away, i bbm-ed my mom and told her what happened, just in case she would look for me. I quickly walked into Jawa's house to see 3amy, khalty, fahad (Jawa's 14 year old brother) and Jawa crying in the living room.
Me: ilsalam 3alaikom... *walking to 3amy*
3amy bu fahad: w3alaikom ilsalam *his eyes were all teared up*
Me: 3atham allah ajrek 3amy, allah yer7uma weghamed rou7a iljanna *i said as i kissed his head*
3amy bu fahad: ajerna wajrich7abeebti, ameen ya rab il3alameen..
I walked over to khalty and kissed her cheeks as i gave her my condolences, then to fahood as i hugged him tightly. Then i rushed to Jawa who had a shocked look on her face. It looked like she was all cried out. She had what looked like a whole tissue box worth of used tissues next to her and was just sitting there like a dead body. I hugged her closely and kissed her forehead as I kept telling her that everything was going to be alright and that he's probably better off this way.
I suddenly remembered that I have a marketing presentation i need to give and if i don't I'd get a 0. I can't afford to get a 0. I never got a 0 in my whole life. Never. ildiktor mayer7am, i can't just go to him and tell him i can't do it because 3am my best friend tuwafa oo lazim ag3ad wiyaha bil 3aza, mara7 ikhaleeni oo bya36eeny mu7athara 3an shloun ana im not dedicated to jam3a oo ina may9eer kel ma 9ar shay a6al3ly excuse oo ma ayee. So, i decided i'd go to his class only then come back to Jawa.
My class was to start at 10. I looked at my phone and saw a few missed calls and bbms. I checked the time, it was 9:25... I WAS LATE! Bas mu shay yideed. I excused myself and promised I'd be back asap. I ran home with my 3abaya wrapped around me and my phone in hand. I walked in and ran up the stairs wela ashoof mama, baba, faisal my older brother who was 26 and my baby sister Lama who was 13 she fahood's (Jawa's brother) best friend. They were all so sad but i couldn't talk, i had to get my laptop, change and leave home. I said my hi's and hello's and ran to my room.
Wain laptopy? waina? wainaaaa? *i thought to myself*
I shoved it into my bag and wore a black dress that was right above my knee with the same black shoes and wore my diamond studs. I threw my mascara and bronzer into my bag as well and put my hair down. My natural curls were extra curly today, which i loved. I grabbed my keys and as i looked at my phone it was 9:45. I had 15 minutes to get from Tha7ya to Shuwaikh for jam3a. Exactly the amount of time i needed.
I got into my Range Rover and drove. I stopped at a traffic light not caring who was next to me and applied my mascara and bronzer. I then realized that a good looking guy was staring at me. He was on my left and was also driving a Range Rover. I wore my glasses and leaned on my left hand covering my face nonchalantly, i was secretly smiling. I kept thinking of how hot he was. His body was well built, tanned, gefel, dirty li7ya and was wearing a dishdasha, which is a total turn on!
ilishara shabbat khathra and i realized that i had 5 minutes to find get into the gates of iljam3a, find a parking and run to my class before the professor does, malekhelg yagfel ilbab 3alay... marathnya.
I sped and was driving like a crazy person. Mr. Dishdasha was heading in the same direction. Was he also ib jam3atna? La, matwaqa3, law he is chn me and Jana would have already rated him.. 10 OUT OF 10!
I got into class, on time. Finished my presentation and left. I got into my car, took my ear rings off for the funeral and noticed that Mr. Dishdasha was parked a few cars away and was getting into his car as well.
He smiled... I couldn't help but smile back as I put my glasses on...
We were heading the same way, was he following me?
I got to Jawa's house, where 3aza il7areem was and her grandma's house which was right next door was where 3aza ilriyayeel was.
Coincidence much? As i walked in to Jawa's house, Mr. Dishdasha walked into her grandma's house...
Jawa calling... 6 am
Me: aloo? *i was sleeping*
Jawa: *crying* luj.. ain...
Me: *i sat up as fast as i could, she scared me* Jawa?!! shfeech? whats wrong? talk to me!!
Jawa: *crying* 3amy.....
i knew it right then and there that he had passed. Jawa wouldn't be crying this much unless he did.
Me: Jawa 7abeeebti 5 mins oo ana 3indich. Don't move a muscle.
I got up, ran to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed up. I ran to my closet, wore my favorite navy blue juicy training suit, and black flats to blend in with the 3abaya i grabbed. I tied my hair into a messy bun and left the house without any makeup on. Since Jawa's house was only a few steps away, i bbm-ed my mom and told her what happened, just in case she would look for me. I quickly walked into Jawa's house to see 3amy, khalty, fahad (Jawa's 14 year old brother) and Jawa crying in the living room.
Me: ilsalam 3alaikom... *walking to 3amy*
3amy bu fahad: w3alaikom ilsalam *his eyes were all teared up*
Me: 3atham allah ajrek 3amy, allah yer7uma weghamed rou7a iljanna *i said as i kissed his head*
3amy bu fahad: ajerna wajrich7abeebti, ameen ya rab il3alameen..
I walked over to khalty and kissed her cheeks as i gave her my condolences, then to fahood as i hugged him tightly. Then i rushed to Jawa who had a shocked look on her face. It looked like she was all cried out. She had what looked like a whole tissue box worth of used tissues next to her and was just sitting there like a dead body. I hugged her closely and kissed her forehead as I kept telling her that everything was going to be alright and that he's probably better off this way.
I suddenly remembered that I have a marketing presentation i need to give and if i don't I'd get a 0. I can't afford to get a 0. I never got a 0 in my whole life. Never. ildiktor mayer7am, i can't just go to him and tell him i can't do it because 3am my best friend tuwafa oo lazim ag3ad wiyaha bil 3aza, mara7 ikhaleeni oo bya36eeny mu7athara 3an shloun ana im not dedicated to jam3a oo ina may9eer kel ma 9ar shay a6al3ly excuse oo ma ayee. So, i decided i'd go to his class only then come back to Jawa.
My class was to start at 10. I looked at my phone and saw a few missed calls and bbms. I checked the time, it was 9:25... I WAS LATE! Bas mu shay yideed. I excused myself and promised I'd be back asap. I ran home with my 3abaya wrapped around me and my phone in hand. I walked in and ran up the stairs wela ashoof mama, baba, faisal my older brother who was 26 and my baby sister Lama who was 13 she fahood's (Jawa's brother) best friend. They were all so sad but i couldn't talk, i had to get my laptop, change and leave home. I said my hi's and hello's and ran to my room.
Wain laptopy? waina? wainaaaa? *i thought to myself*
I shoved it into my bag and wore a black dress that was right above my knee with the same black shoes and wore my diamond studs. I threw my mascara and bronzer into my bag as well and put my hair down. My natural curls were extra curly today, which i loved. I grabbed my keys and as i looked at my phone it was 9:45. I had 15 minutes to get from Tha7ya to Shuwaikh for jam3a. Exactly the amount of time i needed.
I got into my Range Rover and drove. I stopped at a traffic light not caring who was next to me and applied my mascara and bronzer. I then realized that a good looking guy was staring at me. He was on my left and was also driving a Range Rover. I wore my glasses and leaned on my left hand covering my face nonchalantly, i was secretly smiling. I kept thinking of how hot he was. His body was well built, tanned, gefel, dirty li7ya and was wearing a dishdasha, which is a total turn on!
ilishara shabbat khathra and i realized that i had 5 minutes to find get into the gates of iljam3a, find a parking and run to my class before the professor does, malekhelg yagfel ilbab 3alay... marathnya.
I sped and was driving like a crazy person. Mr. Dishdasha was heading in the same direction. Was he also ib jam3atna? La, matwaqa3, law he is chn me and Jana would have already rated him.. 10 OUT OF 10!
I got into class, on time. Finished my presentation and left. I got into my car, took my ear rings off for the funeral and noticed that Mr. Dishdasha was parked a few cars away and was getting into his car as well.
He smiled... I couldn't help but smile back as I put my glasses on...
We were heading the same way, was he following me?
I got to Jawa's house, where 3aza il7areem was and her grandma's house which was right next door was where 3aza ilriyayeel was.
Coincidence much? As i walked in to Jawa's house, Mr. Dishdasha walked into her grandma's house...
Bittersweet Love Part 1
5'7, tall with a slim body, dark brown, curly shoulder length hair, wide hazel eyes framed with thick long eyelashes outlined with thin paint brushed eyebrows, sun-kissed skin, cherry chin, and butterfly lips.. that Lujain, that's me. The most important things in my life are my family, getting good grades and having fun with my best friend... Jawa.
She's so pretty. She's shorter than me, 5'6, black naturally straight hair with a perfect curvy body with dark brown eyes and long eyelashes and fair skin with perfect lips. She's gorgeous and such a perfectionist. She's been my neighbor since we've been born.
Our birthdays are on the exact same day, June 8. Our parents have been really close since then, so we're always together, having fun and going crazy. We've never been interested in dating guys, like all our other friends from school and university, but we always kept our eyes open rating the guys from 1-10 during our breaks and whenever we went out for dinner. It was our thing. Until one day, I slipped.
Jawa and I promised each other that we would never slip, especially since we could never lie or do anything behind our moms' backs. Dating isn't acceptable here, but deep down inside, I wanted to know. I'm sure Jawa did too, but we never really talked about it.Whenever a guy asked us out, we'd turn him down. We wanted to stay good, well actually, i think we just want to maintain a good sum3a. Reputations are the only thing a girl has, its not worth loosing a high reputation for a guy. It just didn't make sense. Until i met Khaled.
and this is where my story begins, where our story begins...
She's so pretty. She's shorter than me, 5'6, black naturally straight hair with a perfect curvy body with dark brown eyes and long eyelashes and fair skin with perfect lips. She's gorgeous and such a perfectionist. She's been my neighbor since we've been born.
Our birthdays are on the exact same day, June 8. Our parents have been really close since then, so we're always together, having fun and going crazy. We've never been interested in dating guys, like all our other friends from school and university, but we always kept our eyes open rating the guys from 1-10 during our breaks and whenever we went out for dinner. It was our thing. Until one day, I slipped.
Jawa and I promised each other that we would never slip, especially since we could never lie or do anything behind our moms' backs. Dating isn't acceptable here, but deep down inside, I wanted to know. I'm sure Jawa did too, but we never really talked about it.Whenever a guy asked us out, we'd turn him down. We wanted to stay good, well actually, i think we just want to maintain a good sum3a. Reputations are the only thing a girl has, its not worth loosing a high reputation for a guy. It just didn't make sense. Until i met Khaled.
and this is where my story begins, where our story begins...
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