"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.
Haters gotta hate, she may not think that you're a slut in any way but she just wanted to say it to make you feel bad and let you down. Think of it this way... Haters are motivaters, they motivate you to do better.
ReplyDeleteLazim akon nayim al7een bas your blog is unique what u write comes out of your heart. I bet that your a delightful women which has been affected by what our society thinks of beautiful 'skiny'
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