"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
I love thisss, please continue asap
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