I quickly sat up when I looked at the caller ID.
M7ammad.
I contemplated answering him, but I knew there would be no use because I wanted to talk to him.
"Aloo?" I answered.
"Hala, shlonich?" He asked.
"Umm zaina. Shfeek?" He usually didn't call. He never calls.
"Malait."
That hurt me more than it should. Honestly, I think that people who only talk to me because they're bored aren't worth my time.
I'd rather someone talk to me because they sincerely want to.
"Oh ok. Madri." I said.
I wanted to hang up out of frustration, but I didn't because I wanted to talk to him; Obviously, more than he wanted to talk to me. But then I was forced to excuse myself and hang up because I heard footsteps outside.
I checkedd bbm to find a message from M7ammad:
A7ibich.
And I replied with: Me too x
Even though I felt like he didn't mean it. I know he didn't mean it- but the problem was, I meant it.
I'm confused. He has me head over heels for him and I can't help it. But he's hurting me, and I really wish he'd stop. M7ammad has changed so much, and I miss the old him. I miss our phone calls that lasted for hours, and our non-stop texting.
But that was long gone, and the overwhelming feeling of nostalgia took over.
I wish I could store all my thoughts in a jar.
I think way too much. And when I do that, it causes me to overthink and over analyze things I don't want to remember.
It gets too much for me and I feel like I can't handle it anymore. So I panic, shut myself down and go to war with myself. A silent battle.
Honestly, I'm just tired of trying. And I'm sick of being tired. I'm sick of feeling like I'm a burden, not just to M7ammad- but a lot of people.
I'm sick of having to over think this little thing, my thoughts are starting to pile up in my head and it's getting too much for me. I really just want to be happy and think about things that don't send me over the edge. Just this once.
Drowsiness didn't come over me when I expected it to, so I opened up my laptop and started typing.
"It was really hard for me to fall asleep that night. I have so much stuff piled up in my head all day, but I have no time to think about it. When I finally lie in bed at night, it all hits me. All I do is think and think.
And I never get much sleep anymore.
What hurts the most is when you give your all to someone. Through thick and thin, you're there for them. You stick with them no matter what.
Then one day, they just completely give up on you.
They change into a completely different person and what kills you is that they're not the person they were anymore. They used to care. They used to be there for you. But now, they won't even fight for you. The one thing you would've never done... they did with no hesitation."
I logged in to ask.fm to find 17 new questions. I read them, and the thought crossed my mind: How can you people judge me behind a computer screen? How interesting. Because chances are, you know absolutely nothing.
I drifted off to sleep only to wake up 3 hours later for school.
"Dalal!" Reem waved her long tanned arms at the other end of the hallway at school.
I smiled when we approached each other and I gave her a long hug.
Reem was as tall as I was, her legs were miles long. She was skinny, but she had curves. Her hair was as long as mine, it was so jet black you might mistake it for navy blue. Her black eyes complimented her long lashes. When she smiles, all you see is teeth. Shiny, straight, perfect teeth.
Reem looked like exactly like her personality; beautiful.
I fell asleep in class with no intention of giving the teacher my undivided attention for the upcoming test we had. After school, I headed off to my brother's school to pick him up.
I set foot on the gravel and spotted the black Porsche parked a couple spaces away from our car. I waited for about 3 minutes outside the gates and saw Khalid with 7amad next to him.
I ruffled 7amad's hair -a bad habit of mine- and greeted him before I left with Khalid. When I entered the car, I saw a tall guy holding 7amad's hand, which I'm guessing is Bader. Looking at his features precisely, I knew he looked familiar but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Then I knew. He entered the black Porsche while 7amad got in and sat in the passenger's seat.
Friday, 21 September 2012
Friday, 14 September 2012
Chapter 4
"Dalal, come down your uncle is here." Flora said.
"Ok," I said as I got up. I left my long hair flowing down my back, slipped on my jeans and a casual top then headed downstairs to greet them.
The first person I saw was my uncle. "Dalal?" He was surprised.
I smiled and went up to greet him, my aunt and Jana.
I never really liked Jana. My parents would always compare me to her. She was the perfect kid. Jana used to always put me down, calling me fat, yelling at me when I used to eat too much. But I didn't care, we were kids then, she's mature and she's changed.
The next person I saw was Bader. I was awestruck and I just stood there looking at him for what seemed like a minute until I felt someone poke my arm. I looked and 7amad and smiled as I kissed his chubby cheeks. "Hi 7amad, shlonik?" I smiled.
"Zain." He said shyly, revealing his smile.
Ma salamt 3ala Bader properly. I just smiled and he returned the smile. His jaw had a strong lining and when he smiled, his eyes lit up. His hair was a chocolate-y brown, his hair was short, but not army-cut short. His eyes were a shocking combination of green and hazel. I had a pint of jealousy and envy because he got them from my grandfather Allah yr7ma.
When we were kids, I never really used to care what color his eyes were or anything. All I cared about at that time was whether he found out that I don't have a water park in my sewer because I used to lie to him all the time.
I remember when I talked to Bader on the phone to make him jealous.
"Ee walla walla 3indy water park bilbaloo3a!" I used to tell him.
"Abi ashoof may9eer!!" He used to say. And when I finally got tired of his nagging, kint aroo7 il 7amam ou aba6il il 7anafiya.
"Bye Bader batza7lag bil water slide maly o akalmik later." Then I hung up and chuckled as I turned off the tap.
I looked at him sitting in front of me now, mayloug he was the kid I used to think was a naive idiot.
"Ha Dalal kubartay!" My uncle said, interrupting my train of thoughts. I just smiled.
"Ee walla Dalal tha3fana mashalla, at'thakar gabel kintay nutella addict." My aunt said.
"Mashkoora." I said.
I snuck a glance at my mother, she eyebrows shot up and she gave me a smirk.
"La bas zain sawaitay 7abeebty. Shlon tha3aftay hal kither?" She asked and I was quiet for a moment.
"Yatlaha fatra she lost weight unhealthily bas la al7een 7imdilla wayyiha 9ar a7san ou she gained weight and she's eating healthy now." My mother answered instead.
I could feel Bader's eyes lingering on me.
Too much information, mama. Too much.
Mika was barking like crazy outside, I excused myself and thanked him for getting me out of this awkward situation. When I sat outside with Mika, my phone rang.
"Aloo?" I answered.
"Hii!" She squealed.
"Reeeem! Intay mitta radaitay? 7mdilla 3ala il salamaaa!" I told her.
She chuckled. "Allah esalmich! Walhanna 3alaich!" She said, her enthusiasm was able to be heard over the receiver.
"Ana akthaar!" I told her. I lost track of time talking to Reem on the phone and 5aloodi came out to tell me that I should go in.
And when I did, I started talking to Jana, she studies in America and claims that she has a 'perfect' life. I added her on bbm before they left.
Jana: Hi!
Me: Heyy
Jana: 9ij you used to be thinner min al7een?
Me: Ee:p
Jana: A7la 3alaich, th3fay zyada ma3alaich minhom lat9ereen chubby again deeray balich. Tara you're not skinny so don't let them put that into your head.
A7. And who is she to tell me whether to gain weight or not?
Me: Ana 3al 7affa a9lan, shway ou a9eer underweight bas mabi.
I wanted to tell her that, but I didn't. Because I'm not even skinny, she said that herself while everyone else is telling me to gain weight.
But deep inside, I did want to be underweight. But I was lying to myself. Jana was getting on my nerves because she was triggering me in ways no one could ever understand.
She was skinny and short, when you see her, the first word that'll come out of your mouth is "beautiful." Her hair was jet black, the almost-navy kind of black. She thinks looks are everything, and she was totally okay with putting others down to make herself feel confident.
I decided to go to bed early that night, but I got a phone call instead.
"Ok," I said as I got up. I left my long hair flowing down my back, slipped on my jeans and a casual top then headed downstairs to greet them.
The first person I saw was my uncle. "Dalal?" He was surprised.
I smiled and went up to greet him, my aunt and Jana.
I never really liked Jana. My parents would always compare me to her. She was the perfect kid. Jana used to always put me down, calling me fat, yelling at me when I used to eat too much. But I didn't care, we were kids then, she's mature and she's changed.
The next person I saw was Bader. I was awestruck and I just stood there looking at him for what seemed like a minute until I felt someone poke my arm. I looked and 7amad and smiled as I kissed his chubby cheeks. "Hi 7amad, shlonik?" I smiled.
"Zain." He said shyly, revealing his smile.
Ma salamt 3ala Bader properly. I just smiled and he returned the smile. His jaw had a strong lining and when he smiled, his eyes lit up. His hair was a chocolate-y brown, his hair was short, but not army-cut short. His eyes were a shocking combination of green and hazel. I had a pint of jealousy and envy because he got them from my grandfather Allah yr7ma.
When we were kids, I never really used to care what color his eyes were or anything. All I cared about at that time was whether he found out that I don't have a water park in my sewer because I used to lie to him all the time.
I remember when I talked to Bader on the phone to make him jealous.
"Ee walla walla 3indy water park bilbaloo3a!" I used to tell him.
"Abi ashoof may9eer!!" He used to say. And when I finally got tired of his nagging, kint aroo7 il 7amam ou aba6il il 7anafiya.
"Bye Bader batza7lag bil water slide maly o akalmik later." Then I hung up and chuckled as I turned off the tap.
I looked at him sitting in front of me now, mayloug he was the kid I used to think was a naive idiot.
"Ha Dalal kubartay!" My uncle said, interrupting my train of thoughts. I just smiled.
"Ee walla Dalal tha3fana mashalla, at'thakar gabel kintay nutella addict." My aunt said.
"Mashkoora." I said.
I snuck a glance at my mother, she eyebrows shot up and she gave me a smirk.
"La bas zain sawaitay 7abeebty. Shlon tha3aftay hal kither?" She asked and I was quiet for a moment.
"Yatlaha fatra she lost weight unhealthily bas la al7een 7imdilla wayyiha 9ar a7san ou she gained weight and she's eating healthy now." My mother answered instead.
I could feel Bader's eyes lingering on me.
Too much information, mama. Too much.
Mika was barking like crazy outside, I excused myself and thanked him for getting me out of this awkward situation. When I sat outside with Mika, my phone rang.
"Aloo?" I answered.
"Hii!" She squealed.
"Reeeem! Intay mitta radaitay? 7mdilla 3ala il salamaaa!" I told her.
She chuckled. "Allah esalmich! Walhanna 3alaich!" She said, her enthusiasm was able to be heard over the receiver.
"Ana akthaar!" I told her. I lost track of time talking to Reem on the phone and 5aloodi came out to tell me that I should go in.
And when I did, I started talking to Jana, she studies in America and claims that she has a 'perfect' life. I added her on bbm before they left.
Jana: Hi!
Me: Heyy
Jana: 9ij you used to be thinner min al7een?
Me: Ee:p
Jana: A7la 3alaich, th3fay zyada ma3alaich minhom lat9ereen chubby again deeray balich. Tara you're not skinny so don't let them put that into your head.
A7. And who is she to tell me whether to gain weight or not?
Me: Ana 3al 7affa a9lan, shway ou a9eer underweight bas mabi.
I wanted to tell her that, but I didn't. Because I'm not even skinny, she said that herself while everyone else is telling me to gain weight.
But deep inside, I did want to be underweight. But I was lying to myself. Jana was getting on my nerves because she was triggering me in ways no one could ever understand.
She was skinny and short, when you see her, the first word that'll come out of your mouth is "beautiful." Her hair was jet black, the almost-navy kind of black. She thinks looks are everything, and she was totally okay with putting others down to make herself feel confident.
I decided to go to bed early that night, but I got a phone call instead.
Monday, 10 September 2012
Chapter 3
"Ba3ad Ms. Denton Allah yhadaha! Chithi a7ad ezif? Thany yom ma midaha tikrahny." Nouriya complained.
"Intay bas lat'hawishain wya ay abla, 5a9atan il 95ala hathi. Your gpa muhim ou killish mayiswa abla ta78id 3alaich wtnazlich." I told her.
"Ta3alay, sh9ar 3ala il blog?" She asked. Nouriya has such a short attention span.
"Ma 9ar shay," I said as we both got out of the busy hallways and to where our cars were.
"Da5alteeni?" She asked.
"Not yet." I told her.
"Da5leeeni d5al Allah rou7ch jahaanam!" She said.
I chuckled. "Chub."
She got out her phone, "Ee, Reem bitriddd bachir!" she said.
"Adri tawinas," I told her as we made our way under the unbearable heat.
We then waved our goodbyes and parted ways.
"Haw, wain Flora?" I murmured to no one in particular.
I called Flora's phone. "Hello?" She said into the reciever.
"Flora where are you?" I asked.
"I stay home too much work, your mother said you take 5alid from school." She said.
"Ok, from where?" I asked.
"Next to the gate, you walk straight then you will see it on your left. Its better because this gate not crowded."
"Okay.. khala9. Yalla bye." I sighed as the driver parked next to my brother's school and got out.
I made sure the street was empty before I crossed it. But as soon as I set foot on the asphalt, a car was speeding and heading towards my direction. I was exactly in the middle, frozen when it came to a halt. The sound of screecing tires from slamming on the brakes too hard filled my ears.
In front of me was a black Porsche Turbo, the person inside was opening the door.
Without thinking, I told him; "Matshoof jidamik?" before I walked off.
I heard him say something about his car, brakes and tire or whatever. His car? He could've ran me over and all he's thinking about is his car? Moron.
I got in when the gate was open and spotted 5aloodi in front talking to some of his friends. I went over to him and hugged him.
He hugged me back then backed away shyly. "Not in public..." He said.
"3ishtaw. Yalla jidamy." I told him.
When we got home, my mother reminded me that my uncle, aunty and my cousins were coming over for a visit because they came back from America a while ago.
"No mama. I need to post a new chapter." I joked.
"No mama." My mother repeated with the same tone. "Bader's going to be here soon."
"Mamaaa!" I groaned.
"Yalla badlay 3ayal." She giggled.
"Wain baba?" I asked her.
"He's coming soon." She said.
I headed upstairs and changed. When I got back down again my father was already there, so we all had lunch together. Later, I headed upstairs to my room and typed up a new chapter so I could post it like I promised.
I recieved a dm.
S: Hi
I sighed. There was always that sigh of relief when she talked to me. I didn't know her, I didn't know her name, how old she was, or anything. She struggled with constant suicidal thoughts and self-harm, and when she felt like she couldn't bottle it up anymore, she made an account to talk to me.
Me: Heey!! Shlonich?
S: I'm okay, things could've been worse, you?
Me: I'm fine.. Shfeech?
S: I got into a fight.. But I didn't cut. I named the butterfly after you.
I smiled in spite of that. The Butterfly Project is for anyone who struggles with self harm or anything. You draw a butterfly on your arm or somewhere on your body where you can see it. You name that butterfly after someone you love, or someone you don't want to disappoint, anything that motivates you not to self harm. Whenever you think of self harming, you look at it and remember not to do it. If you do, you kill the butterfly.
People try not to self harm until the ink fades away, but then they have to draw it again.
We talked for about an hour, then she told me something I don't think I'll ever forget.
S: Lulu?
Me: Hala?
S: You're my serendipity<3
"Adri tawinas," I told her as we made our way under the unbearable heat.
We then waved our goodbyes and parted ways.
"Haw, wain Flora?" I murmured to no one in particular.
I called Flora's phone. "Hello?" She said into the reciever.
"Flora where are you?" I asked.
"I stay home too much work, your mother said you take 5alid from school." She said.
"Ok, from where?" I asked.
"Next to the gate, you walk straight then you will see it on your left. Its better because this gate not crowded."
"Okay.. khala9. Yalla bye." I sighed as the driver parked next to my brother's school and got out.
I made sure the street was empty before I crossed it. But as soon as I set foot on the asphalt, a car was speeding and heading towards my direction. I was exactly in the middle, frozen when it came to a halt. The sound of screecing tires from slamming on the brakes too hard filled my ears.
In front of me was a black Porsche Turbo, the person inside was opening the door.
Without thinking, I told him; "Matshoof jidamik?" before I walked off.
I heard him say something about his car, brakes and tire or whatever. His car? He could've ran me over and all he's thinking about is his car? Moron.
I got in when the gate was open and spotted 5aloodi in front talking to some of his friends. I went over to him and hugged him.
He hugged me back then backed away shyly. "Not in public..." He said.
"3ishtaw. Yalla jidamy." I told him.
When we got home, my mother reminded me that my uncle, aunty and my cousins were coming over for a visit because they came back from America a while ago.
"No mama. I need to post a new chapter." I joked.
"No mama." My mother repeated with the same tone. "Bader's going to be here soon."
"Mamaaa!" I groaned.
"Yalla badlay 3ayal." She giggled.
"Wain baba?" I asked her.
"He's coming soon." She said.
I headed upstairs and changed. When I got back down again my father was already there, so we all had lunch together. Later, I headed upstairs to my room and typed up a new chapter so I could post it like I promised.
I recieved a dm.
S: Hi
I sighed. There was always that sigh of relief when she talked to me. I didn't know her, I didn't know her name, how old she was, or anything. She struggled with constant suicidal thoughts and self-harm, and when she felt like she couldn't bottle it up anymore, she made an account to talk to me.
Me: Heey!! Shlonich?
S: I'm okay, things could've been worse, you?
Me: I'm fine.. Shfeech?
S: I got into a fight.. But I didn't cut. I named the butterfly after you.
I smiled in spite of that. The Butterfly Project is for anyone who struggles with self harm or anything. You draw a butterfly on your arm or somewhere on your body where you can see it. You name that butterfly after someone you love, or someone you don't want to disappoint, anything that motivates you not to self harm. Whenever you think of self harming, you look at it and remember not to do it. If you do, you kill the butterfly.
People try not to self harm until the ink fades away, but then they have to draw it again.
We talked for about an hour, then she told me something I don't think I'll ever forget.
S: Lulu?
Me: Hala?
S: You're my serendipity<3
Thursday, 6 September 2012
Chapter 2
"Ha 5aloodi how was school today?" Nouriya asked him when he entered the car with the maid that had gone to pick him up directly from the gates.
"Boring. Very boring." He said.
You got that right.
When I dropped Nouriya to her house, we headed off to ours.
I opened up the conversation I had with M7ammad on bbm and contemplated talking to him.
Me: Heeyy
M7ammad: Hi;p
Me: shlonik?
M7ammad: Zain.
Then just like that, the conversation just died. Ever since we've been together, this just happens. I don't get it, I don't know why he's like that, I feel like I'm an annoying person just bothering him while he does whatever he's doing.
And when I ask him what's wrong he says nothing, when I claim that there is something, he insists that there's nothing. He's right, actually. Between us? There's absolutely nothing. No texts, no phone calls like when we first started talking. I felt like a shiny new toy to him. A new girl to play around with.
Like when a kid gets a new toy, he never gets bored of it until one day, he just decides that he's done with it, it's boring and it gets thrown away or even just abandoned, then it gets replaced and the cycle repeats all over again. That's exactly how I feel.
"Halla yumma." I said when I entered the house and found her on the couch watching tv.
People like these give me hope. Walla 9ij ma7ad 8a9abhum edishoon my ask to make me feel better. They don't know who I even am 3ashan they make me feel better. They're anonymous too, so they're not just saying that so I could get an impression of them, and they don't know how much I appreciate that. It boosted my mood.
I typed up the next chapter after answering all the questions to avoid all the homework we had and to get my mind off the dreadful, boring day ahead of me tomorrow.
Little did I know, it was everything but boring.
When I dropped Nouriya to her house, we headed off to ours.
I opened up the conversation I had with M7ammad on bbm and contemplated talking to him.
Me: Heeyy
M7ammad: Hi;p
Me: shlonik?
M7ammad: Zain.
Then just like that, the conversation just died. Ever since we've been together, this just happens. I don't get it, I don't know why he's like that, I feel like I'm an annoying person just bothering him while he does whatever he's doing.
And when I ask him what's wrong he says nothing, when I claim that there is something, he insists that there's nothing. He's right, actually. Between us? There's absolutely nothing. No texts, no phone calls like when we first started talking. I felt like a shiny new toy to him. A new girl to play around with.
Like when a kid gets a new toy, he never gets bored of it until one day, he just decides that he's done with it, it's boring and it gets thrown away or even just abandoned, then it gets replaced and the cycle repeats all over again. That's exactly how I feel.
"Halla yumma." I said when I entered the house and found her on the couch watching tv.
"Hala 7abeebty, how's school?" She asked.
I looked at her with an agonized expression. "Do you really want me to answer that?"
She laughed. "7abeebty, tara byee 3amich bachr wya 3yala, ok?"
"Oola sha5bari. Bas mama.." I paused.
"Hmm?"
"I'm busy tomorrow." I whined.
"3ishtaw. doing what exactly?" She asked.
"Blogging. Haw shfeech?" I said matter-of-factly.
My mom giggled. "Yalla 3ad yalla. You can do it in your sleep."
"But ma-" I complained
"Ah 3araft." She said with a smirk.
"Shino?" I asked her.
"Msta7ya." She said.
"Msta7ya min mino?" I asked her.
A mischievous grin appeared on her face. "Bader."
I gasped. "Mama la2 7adda shaku! Mamaaa," I groaned and I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks.
"Inzain inzain khala9 I believe you." But the grin on her face was still there. I love my mom, she's my everything. She's the sister I never had.
I smiled as the memories came flooding back, lema kint ana9ib 3ala Bader ou agoula kan 3indy zoo bilbait mas ma5shoosh, aw lema ga9ait 3alaih gltla I had an underground water park blbaloo3a ou kan e9adig kilshay.
Then I wondered, 3amy A7mad mitta rad min America? A5ir marra shfta ou shift Bader, Jena o 7amad was about 10 years ago, they left when I was about 6 or 7.
Jena is the oldest, she's about 20 years old. Bader is my age and 7amad is 5aloodi's age.
After lunch, I headed up to my room and started the laptop. (100% true)
I do understand that it takes a lot of courage to write about your personal experience in such a close minded society. Mashalla, you're a strong woman, you've experienced a lot in your life, but eventually that what made who you are today. Good luck and all the best!
laish lamn we tell u "i love you" you say thanks? all bloggers say "i love u too" ;p
God dammit, guys. You really think a girl like her would smoke weed?
OMG your ask is hilarious=)):'(
Boyfriend and girlfriending is 7aram!
SLUT
I have a feeling you're beautiful
You have a lot of friends?
WE LOVE YOU!
Lulu, I'm a guy o shadny ur blog wayed:p o that means ur doing a good job, cus ma yshedny anything^^ anyway, I hope you get over the thing and continue posting, o life is ahead of you, you're still young, o everything will work out, don't loose faith:*
"Slut" caught my attention. Does it make me a slut because I'm a girl? Does it make me a slut if I write a blog? Does it make me a slut because I have an eating disorder? Does it make me a slut because I'm anonymous? Does it make me a slut because I liked and only ever talked to one guy? I just sat there and stared at it. Abi a3arif shinu tafkeerha, what makes me a slut? Not that I care about what she thinks about me, curiosity just took over me.
I sighed and answered it: Klman yara il nas ib 3ain 6ab3a.
I answered the other questions.
Q: laish lamn we tell u "i love you" you say thanks? all bloggers say "i love u too" ;p
A: Madry ana chthi ;p
To be honest, I don't like saying it. Matingal 7ag ay a7ad (except for my mom). Call me crazy, but it's one of the many strict rules. Well, the rules I have in my head at least.
Q: WE LOVE YOU!
A: THANK YOU!x
As if to prove my point. Then I got a bunch of other questions and I answered all of them.
After lunch, I headed up to my room and started the laptop. (100% true)
I do understand that it takes a lot of courage to write about your personal experience in such a close minded society. Mashalla, you're a strong woman, you've experienced a lot in your life, but eventually that what made who you are today. Good luck and all the best!
laish lamn we tell u "i love you" you say thanks? all bloggers say "i love u too" ;p
God dammit, guys. You really think a girl like her would smoke weed?
OMG your ask is hilarious=)):'(
Boyfriend and girlfriending is 7aram!
SLUT
I have a feeling you're beautiful
You have a lot of friends?
WE LOVE YOU!
Lulu, I'm a guy o shadny ur blog wayed:p o that means ur doing a good job, cus ma yshedny anything^^ anyway, I hope you get over the thing and continue posting, o life is ahead of you, you're still young, o everything will work out, don't loose faith:*
"Slut" caught my attention. Does it make me a slut because I'm a girl? Does it make me a slut if I write a blog? Does it make me a slut because I have an eating disorder? Does it make me a slut because I'm anonymous? Does it make me a slut because I liked and only ever talked to one guy? I just sat there and stared at it. Abi a3arif shinu tafkeerha, what makes me a slut? Not that I care about what she thinks about me, curiosity just took over me.
I sighed and answered it: Klman yara il nas ib 3ain 6ab3a.
I answered the other questions.
Q: laish lamn we tell u "i love you" you say thanks? all bloggers say "i love u too" ;p
A: Madry ana chthi ;p
To be honest, I don't like saying it. Matingal 7ag ay a7ad (except for my mom). Call me crazy, but it's one of the many strict rules. Well, the rules I have in my head at least.
Q: WE LOVE YOU!
A: THANK YOU!x
As if to prove my point. Then I got a bunch of other questions and I answered all of them.
I want to talk to you. Sit there by your side, hear your story and everything you have to say. I want to make you feel better, don't know why but i'll achieve happiness myself by doing this. So tell me.. How are you?
Smile, you're beautiful. I don't know who you are, nor have i everseen you before. But i just want you to smile for some weird reason.
Fee omkom khair 76aw asameekom yaly ma tst7oon! 9ij feekom naqs wraby madry sh7arkom mn el bnaya qimat il akhlaq wil tarbiya moo intaw ga3deen itsiboonha bdoon sbab, ely moo 3ajba il blog laykadra oo yta3eb nafsa oo ydish tara kilish mala da3y, love you reckless :*******
People like these give me hope. Walla 9ij ma7ad 8a9abhum edishoon my ask to make me feel better. They don't know who I even am 3ashan they make me feel better. They're anonymous too, so they're not just saying that so I could get an impression of them, and they don't know how much I appreciate that. It boosted my mood.
I typed up the next chapter after answering all the questions to avoid all the homework we had and to get my mind off the dreadful, boring day ahead of me tomorrow.
Little did I know, it was everything but boring.
Chapter 1
"Dalal, wake up." She said.
"5 minutes, no no 10." I said as my heavy eyelids drooped down.
"Dalal now finish 5 minutes you're going to be late!" Flora, the maid said as she opened the lights and got out of my room.
Sh.hal 7a8ara? I groaned as I got up and switched off the lights. I opened the curtains, inviting the blinding sunlight into my room. I struggled to keep my eyelids open.
Yalla Dalal it's okay, this is your first day as a senior, last year of school.
And with that, I was motivated to get dressed and ready for school. After kissing my parents' foreheads goodbye, I dragged myself to my brother's room and knocked the door impatiently.
"5alood, 5ala9t?" I asked him.
"Ee." He said.
I opened the door to find him tying his shoe laces and I held out my arm and placed it on his shoulders, wrapping it loosely around his neck while I lead him down to the living room and out the door.
"Martin, go my school first then 5aloodi school." I told the driver.
When I arrived to school I dragged myself to my classes and greeted everyone. Nouriya put her arm around my shoulder, "Can you believe this? A5ir sinna.."
"Ee Allah ysahel." I looked at her and she had a dreamy look on her face. "Haday balich, tara awal youm madrisa mashiftay shay latistansain wayid." I said.
"Uff typical Dalal, being such a realist." She said as we roamed the hallways trying to find the class.
Nouriya one of my closest friends, her jet-black hair trickled down her back, ending just underneath her shoulder blades. She was tall and skinny. Not scrawny skinny, but skinny with femininity. When you look at her, she has the fierce look, her cheekbones sharp, head help up high with confidence and slight cockiness. She had that sense of spontaneity that I adored very much. She had to repeat 7th grade and that's when I met her.
People say me and Nouriya are like one person. Dalal and Nouriya, Nouriya and Dalal. One person, and she's my other half.
I'm also tall and skinny, a bit taller than Nouriya. My auburn-y brown hair cascaded down my back like a waterfall. My olive skin tone glowed under the dazzling sunlight, my big hazel eyes and long lashes along with my dimples complimented my face.
When we got to class and picked our seats, I stared down at the blank paper infront of me.
"Now class, I want you to write a paragraph about yourself so I can get to know you better."
Said atleast one teacher at the first day of school.
Well, basically I'm a cat born in a human's body. I'm bitter- nature makes mistakes. I'm not a big fan of the human race nowadays. I'm an Aquarius. My bed and I have a unique bond that only a few will ever understand. I'm so freaking moody. I can and will get grouchy and cranky (but not really if left to my own devices). I need my space. I LOVE chocolate, and I don't appreciate being told what to do. My thoughts tend to fluctuate from one topic to another in a nanosecond. I'm a thinker, a dreamer, a blogger and the writer of a blog called Reckless Decisions.
But what I wrote down on the paper other than my name was:
"I love chocolate."
Nah, that's too short.
"I love chocolate A LOT." I underlined "A LOT" to emphasize it.
I got up and handed it in. I sighed when I sat back down in my seat. Today's going to be a long day.
After an expected long day at school, Me and Nouriya finally got into our car and we made ourselves comfortable as we headed to 5alood's school to pick him up.
"You know what?" Nouriya said.
"Hmm?" I answered her.
"I have a feeling this is going to be an exciting school year." She said with a smirk.
"Martin, go my school first then 5aloodi school." I told the driver.
When I arrived to school I dragged myself to my classes and greeted everyone. Nouriya put her arm around my shoulder, "Can you believe this? A5ir sinna.."
"Ee Allah ysahel." I looked at her and she had a dreamy look on her face. "Haday balich, tara awal youm madrisa mashiftay shay latistansain wayid." I said.
"Uff typical Dalal, being such a realist." She said as we roamed the hallways trying to find the class.
Nouriya one of my closest friends, her jet-black hair trickled down her back, ending just underneath her shoulder blades. She was tall and skinny. Not scrawny skinny, but skinny with femininity. When you look at her, she has the fierce look, her cheekbones sharp, head help up high with confidence and slight cockiness. She had that sense of spontaneity that I adored very much. She had to repeat 7th grade and that's when I met her.
People say me and Nouriya are like one person. Dalal and Nouriya, Nouriya and Dalal. One person, and she's my other half.
I'm also tall and skinny, a bit taller than Nouriya. My auburn-y brown hair cascaded down my back like a waterfall. My olive skin tone glowed under the dazzling sunlight, my big hazel eyes and long lashes along with my dimples complimented my face.
When we got to class and picked our seats, I stared down at the blank paper infront of me.
"Now class, I want you to write a paragraph about yourself so I can get to know you better."
Said atleast one teacher at the first day of school.
Well, basically I'm a cat born in a human's body. I'm bitter- nature makes mistakes. I'm not a big fan of the human race nowadays. I'm an Aquarius. My bed and I have a unique bond that only a few will ever understand. I'm so freaking moody. I can and will get grouchy and cranky (but not really if left to my own devices). I need my space. I LOVE chocolate, and I don't appreciate being told what to do. My thoughts tend to fluctuate from one topic to another in a nanosecond. I'm a thinker, a dreamer, a blogger and the writer of a blog called Reckless Decisions.
But what I wrote down on the paper other than my name was:
"I love chocolate."
Nah, that's too short.
"I love chocolate A LOT." I underlined "A LOT" to emphasize it.
I got up and handed it in. I sighed when I sat back down in my seat. Today's going to be a long day.
After an expected long day at school, Me and Nouriya finally got into our car and we made ourselves comfortable as we headed to 5alood's school to pick him up.
"You know what?" Nouriya said.
"Hmm?" I answered her.
"I have a feeling this is going to be an exciting school year." She said with a smirk.
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