ch.37&38

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Ou ely 3endhum exams good luckk, mwafgeen yarabb<33

ENJOYYYYY

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*Lulu’s pov*

I was laying on my bed, having flashbacks ..

Jassem, and that girl who resembles my features..

Laughing together..

Having eye contact..

m3qoula el sha59 el wa7eed ely 7abet’h mn kel gulbi y5ounii? .. m3qoula, el sha59 ely 3adeta aghla nasyy y63ni b’9ahri? .. la laaa mu gadra a9dg wla astw3eb ely shafeta 3ainy..

y3ni el 7een mu bs khesrt sm3ty.. 7ata ely knt a’9na “7abebii” 9ar ybe3ni brkhee9..

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There was a knock on the door, then it got louder.. as if someone was trying to break the door..

“Mnn—u ?” *sniffing, I said*

“ BA6LY EL BAAAB A7SN LCHH!!!!!!!!!!!

There was something in his tone I could not understand..

Terrified, as usual, I went to unlock the door.

Thoughts>>>>>>>>>

I still remember that moment, as if it was yesterday..

I could still feel it..

How my cheeks were burning with pain and shame..

Pain, from abdualla’s harsh hands..

Shame, from myself, I trusted, and gave myself to that player, and brought العار  to my family..

 

Abdualla: “3balch lish e7na m5lench 3ala ra7tch la raqeb wla 7aseeb, 3adi tswen ely brasch? 7esbalch wld el 7araam bytzwj ashkalich?? Haach shoufi 9wrtich ely tshyeb elras!!!! *Throwing his phone on me* entay shaw’hty sm3t el 3ayla!!! B3d ely saweteh? Ma test78ain t9eren fard mn hl 3aylaa. 36enach el the8a ou chithy trden lna hl jameel?

Me: “3bdualla *sniffing* please efhmny *sniffing* ana adri ely saweta ghal6 ib ghal6 bs walaa *interrupted by abdualla*

Abdualla: “uushh sektyy yalaa!!!! Mabe asm3 mnch wla kelmaa. El7een yala jedamy 36eni telphonch ou sm3y maku 6al3at bl weekend abech tn’thbren bl bait, 7ata mamnou3 a7d yzourch, mn el bait ly elmadresa, ou mn elmadresa ly el bait seeda! Ou 3ashan at6mn ana ely bwdech ou byebch bnafsyy! Yaz lch wela ma yaz lch, hatha mu sh’3ly fahmaa?!

Me: “enshallaa” *crying*

Abdualla: dm3tch hathy mra7 tghyr mn el wa’93 shy.. wla bt2thr feni klshh. Ou 76y ib balch hatha ely gam asweh wla shy mn ely btshoufena b3dain..ra7 itmeen t7t ra7mtyy lma tzwjeen, hatha etha a7d wafe8 ya5th wa7da 3endha sawabe8, HAHAHAHAHA:)”

I was about to replay, to stand for myself, but I stopped when my eyes captured that figure, standing beside the door, listing, shocked ..

I can read fear, and regret from her eyes..

Fear from leaving this world all behind, leaving me heartbroken, and destroyed..

Fear of what the future hides for her one, and only daughter, for me..

Regretting all the things that took her away from her responsibilities..

Regret of wasting each minute away from her children..

Regret of being prisoner of her past..escaping the future.

She stood motionless, like a stone in her place.

 

Me: “yumaa:(..” *sniffing*

waiting a reaction from her..

A scream?

Words?

Slapping my cheeks?

A tear?

A hug? maybe..

But, all my expectations failed me.

What happened is..

My mom, my dear mom..

The strong woman, who I always look up too..

6A7T MN 6OULHAA.

I threw myself on her, laying on the ground, shaking her..

Calling her name, for the zillionth time, like a child..

 

" يماا لا تروحين لا تخليني بروحي بهالدنيا .. يما انا بدونج اضييع ..احس كأني غريب .. لا سند ولا ضهر يحميني..  ما شبعت من حنانج ولا من طيب قلبج يا يماا.. محتاجتج تكونين يمي اللحين اكثر من قبل يا يما..ان سار فيج شي يا يماا .. ان غمضت عينج عن هالدنيا .. ما راح اسامح نفسي يا اغلى من سكن هالقلب.. "

A hand was trying to force me to get up..

Abdualla: “lulwa..bsch.. thekry allah..” *inturp*

Me: 3bdualla *facing him* ent fe mra s2lt aw fakrt 7ata lish omy rj3at t3esh weyana b3d kel hl sneen?? .. aked la.*sniffing* Ana agol lk!!! 3bdualla, omy m9aba bmr’9 *sniffing* ou el dector gal lha mra7 t3esh wayed *sniffing*.. fa 7abet tg’9y akhr ayamha weyana..

Abdualla: shnu? Enty shg3d tgolen shg3d tkharb6een??? TARA KLSH MU WAGT GHASHMRA EL7EEEN!!!!!!!!

Me: 3bdualla ent shayf el wa’93.. wein atghshmer?*sniffing* Omy el ayaam ly ga’9t’ha bra weya khalti ebtsaam kant 3ashan tshouf lha 3elaj 7g mr’9ha..

Abdualla: bs akeed aku 3elaaj?

Me: yaraait.. bs hl mr’9 nadr ma y79el.. ou lelasf ma legaw lh 3elaj methel el cancer.. *breaking into tears*

Abdualla:!!! Ou lishh ana akhr mn y3lem .. lishh.. *Tearing*

This is the first time, ashouf ukhoy abdualla mnksr.. mt76m..

Ukhoy ely knt afez ou arjef mn asm3 9outa..

gam, yfez ou yrjef mn sm3 hl khabr ..

Ukhoy ely ymd eedh 3ala ‘3eerh..

9ar ymd eedh 3ala nafsaa.. mt7sr 3ala ayamh el souuda..

Ukhoy ely ib kel mukan far’9 nafsa..

9ar ytkwr ib zawyat gharfty ybchy methel el 6efel ..

 

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*Meshary’s pov*

6ouul el 6areej ou e7na bl bus shaikha gam edm3, tgoul dmou3 el fara7, khal9t cartoon el tissue ib kubra =))  ..

6ab3a’a .. bl bus we sang for her ou swaina lha jaw;p

Until that moment .. khalet el ebtsama te5tfy mn wayha el jameel..

Me: waai3 .. shl’ 7umra?

Shaikha: shnu;/

Me: allah yhadach .. fe a7d y76 el 7umra chithy? Chna yahal la3ba ib wayhech..

Shaikha: ufff, ent sh7arek? Ou b3dain gbel la t3ayeb shouf nafsek bl awl:)

Well, ymkn balght shwy? Bs ma knt abe ajr7ha.. bs el loan ely 7a6eta wayd ylfet..

Ymkn swait che.. lish aghaar? Madre..

L7’9a meshary shg3d tkhrb6? A9lan Ma bainkum shyy!!

..

After that she kept ignoring me all the way to the village.

Awl ma w9lna el water village, uboha ra7 g3d bl m63m weya shaayb t3rf 3aleh bl bus..ou ‘9alina ana weyaha brou7na..

Me: Shaikha..

she gave me that death stare, then turned around, and went walking ignoring me completely..

Me: shaikhaa aklmch anaa?

Ya bent..

Asf .. ma knt a89d eny ajr7ech ..

Madre shloun 6l3 mny hl 7achy sam7eni..

 

She IGNORED:)

 

#At The Restaurant

Shaikha: yubaa meta nrj3?

Shaikha’s dad: haw lish? Besmallah twna wa9len..

Shaikha: bs malaiit abe ard el she8a..

Shaikha’s dad: lish? Sh9ayer? Twch sh’zenich t’97keen?

Me: 3my ana agoul lk el salfa.. bentk shaft el al3ab ehny kha6ra bl nesba lha .. fa ma tbe tfshel 3umrha 3ashan chithy btrj3;p

Shaikha: ent ekrmna b,skoutek fahem?

Me: la ma 3endy baskout 3endy ba89em ynf3?;$ ::

Shaikha: eskt la a7thfek mn el deresha!!

Me: shloun? Akhaf at8l8e9 b3dain:(?

Shaikha: ethlef 3n wayhe:)

Shaikha’s dad: bs shaikha..t3wthy mn eblees ou rou7i weya meshari

Shaikha: many ray7a weya hl maynouun ely ma yest7y 3ala wayhaa

Shaikha’s dad: bs shaikha 3aib!!

Meshari: mn gal y3ni ana ely maytn 3alich el7en?

 

Our voices raised, which caused destruction to other people, eventually the waiter asked us to leave the restaurant in peace.

 

We continued struggling..

Till we reached this game…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: eeh yuba 3erfna ench khawafa ;)

Shaikha: la ‘9ay3 el salfaa

Me: YAL KHAWAFAA KAAAAAAK

Shaikha: okay, etha rakbt’ha sht36eni? *evil smile*

Me: umm, anything u ask for?:p bs shy agdr asweh::

Shaikha: okay ;)

After few minutes…

Shaikha: I’m backkk !! I did it yaay \o/

Meshari: la t7aseseni mswya enjaz, tara ag9aha za7lagya malt yahal::

Shaikha: chub:( .. el mohem 9wrtny video??

Meshari: ou lish enshalla? Laykoun bt76ena instagram =))

Shaikha: eehh:$

Meshari: el yayaat akthr enshalla::

Shaikha: eeh t3al ma nsait, you owe me?

Meshari: eeh 6elby 6elby::

Shaikha: umm.. emsh m3ayy

Meshari: 3ala wein?

Shaikha: waaay la tkthr as2laa just follow me!!!

Meshari: enshalla 3amty::

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*Shaikha’s pov*

we kept moving, tell we reached place b3eed 3n an’9ar el nas, 6al3t el 7umra mn my cross bag, ou I smiled hathech el EVILISH smile;$

meshari: yaybtne ehny 3ashan t76en hl 7umra? Athb7ich?:)

Me: mn gal ana ely b76ha?;)

meshari: sh89dch?

Me: tf’9el? *handing him the lipstick*

Meshari: la entay akeed yaneetyy!!

Me: u told me btswy ely a6leba mnk, yalaa jedaamy ashouf 7e6 el lipstick!!

Meshari: la shnu hatha wein ga3den, rayal sh6ouli sh3r’9y a76 7umra? La ou mshwrb b3d

Me: umm..mashyy

Meshari: pick something realistic ya bent..

Me: 3yal erk’9 ou 9r5 b 9out 3alay?

Meshari: shnu 6arzan jedamch?-.-

7ata ma t3rfen t6lben shy san3::

Me: leget’ha leget’ha !!!!

Meshari: ayeshh?

Me: rou7 eshtr ly maay

Meshari: la wallah 7elfyy?=))

Me: 36shana b3d shnu-.-

Meshari: 9ij ench kheblaa ::

 

3ala ma iyeeeb ly elmay, I checked my phone, mtrous mentions, wishes for my bday..

I found 6 questions on ask, 5 wishing me hbd..

and the 6th, was a SHOCK to me..

 

"عرفت قيمتك اللحين عرفت الدنيا دواره. ."

Who could it be?..

 

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*jassem’s pov*

 

My legs is forcing me to move on..

Pulling every part of my body..

I was facing my destiny now..

My heart start to beating rapidly..

Is it hot in here? Or it’s just my imagination..

 

“wakher 3n bent 3my!”

I managed to say..

 

Guy: “HAHAHAAHAH”giving me that sarcastic smile..

Then she turned, the girl, which ‘I thought’ she was lulu..so, here’s the shock, she resemble MY LULU a lot from behind.. they share the same features..

 

One dimple on the left cheek

Body shape is perfect

Tanned skin

Light brown eyes

wearing Hejab..

But, there’s something in her smile.. that lead me to know she isn’t lulu.. and I was perfect sure about it, when the guy spelled her name..

Guy: “awl shy ana a6l3 WLD 3MHA! Fa Falha yal 7abeeb;) ou b3dain entay ya ASMA’A ma a9deg t’hadeni 3ashan hl ka7yaan?? Shl’zoud ely feha ha?? Y3ni ref’9teni 3ashan hl zbalaa?? Ana arawech fehh!!!”

He punched me on the face.. to be specific, on my left cheek.. I fell on the solid ground, shocked. Staring at both of them speechless.

Then, that guy started to kick me while feeding me with his bad, heartless words..

Asma’a: “ y3qoub bs khala9 bt’thb7 el wald!!! *sniffing* tukfaa wagef ehw malah sh’3el *sniffing* 9adegnyy ma a3rfa awl mra ashoufaa ..

All of a sudden my HERO came..

Ali: “Jassem!!!! Goum ya ukhoy! *helping me to stand up*

Ya3qoub: “mashallaa ou ent mnu t6l3 7abeb asma’a el thany;)? Wela za3eem el 3e9aba…”

Ali: “n3em? Tklmni?”

Asma’a: “ya3qoub bs khala9 khalhum ywlon 3nk!!”

Ali: “mashallaa ya lulu..hadeti ely 9anch.. ely 7a6ch ib gulbh ou 9aker 3alich 3ashan hatha? Ma hgeet entay rkhe9a chithy..”

Jassem: “ ali .. hat—thy mu lu—lwa ..”

Asma’a : “mnu lulwa?”

ali: “ohh .. asfen fahmna el w’93 ghal6 ..”

ya3qoub: “ klkum 9aidat.. ana maddri lish m’9y3 wagti 3ala ashkalkum tfuu”

He gave us that disgusting stare then went chasing some cheap girls.

 

#Starbucks

 

Asma’a: “ambeh ana 7addy meftshla mnkum..madri shloun ard lkm hl jmeel..”

Ali: Shd3wa .. ma swaina shy.. ou b3dain ma kant ghal6tich ely sarr b,jasom ib sebt hl zbala ya3qoub, ela shbainch ou baina? Hmm.. sorry etha td5lt ib shy ma y3neni..”

 

            Starbucks guy: ASMAA .

                                      AALI

                                    Jassem

 

ali: khalkum ana barou7 ayeb el drinks..

 

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Meanwhile..

 

*Lulu’s pov*

 

I was heading to the girls, when suddenly my eyes captured something..

Something, that will keep torturing me, day and night..

Something that broke my heart into million tiny pieces..

Something that will never fade away from my memories..

 

I saw him laughing with this girl, who somehow resembles my features. I decided to collect all the courage I have, and walk beside them, while giving him that death stare..

I reached their table, our eyes met..

Oh no this can’t be happening..

My tears failed me..

I turned my back, and stormed to the nearest toilet crying like a child..

 

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*Jawa’s pov*

 

Phone ringing..

 

Jawa: ohh hathy lulu!

Reem: eeh redyy shna6raa

 

Picking up..

 

Jawa: wainchh tara gam ne7atyy 6awltyy..

Lulu: jas—ssem  *tearing* 6l3 y5ouniii *breaking into tears*

Jawa: SHNUUU!!!! Entay wainch el7een???

 

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At the toilets..

 

Jawa: entay mn 9ijch? Enzain abe afhem lish ma 9ar7teh?! Sh7ga rk’9ty chithy u showed him ench maksoura ! ou b3dain mn gal ely m3ah 7abebta?

Reem: ee 3del kalam jawa, kan mfrou’9 t9ar7ena ou tsm3en mnh.. la t’9lmeena ymkn t6l3 e5ta? Aw cousin?

Lulu: AGOULKUM GAM Y’97EK WEYAHA *sniffing* OU B3DAIN ANA A3RF ELY SHEFTAA EHW KHAYN!! EL SHABAB KLHUM CHITHYY. They first flirts u with love and show u how important u r to them, treat u like a princess! Then after a month or more, they find another “9aida” and leave u hurt, broken .. as hamad did to you jawa.. sorry but that the truth..

 

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*Abdualla’s pov*

 

I was in dewanyat omar alflani ..

I was busy texting my ‘9aidat’ .. when suddenly omar joined me, he was showing me the pictures of the girls he talk to..

 

Omar: fe 9ura 3endy 3ATHAAB! Bs 7assafa hl bent taken!

Abdualla: haha yuba 3ady 36ny aklmha lk, akhleha tfel mn 7abebha ou tyeelk

Omar: Haha yal wa7shh

Abdualla: afa 3alek;p .. enzain shesm hl bent ou shlon 7a9alt 3ala 9wrha?

Omar: madri legait account ib insta. 7a6enha weya 7abebhaa

Abdualla: sht89ed?

Omar: shouuff *showing him the pic*

 

I.COULDN’T. BELIEVE.MY.OWN.EYES.

 

My hands started to shake..

Anger was boiling inside me..

I took my “swech” and headed to the car..

 

…

 

I was speeding up ..

 

A voice kept whispering in my ears..

 

She’s lulwa..

Lulwa, is your sister..

This all was your fault..

Your father died, leaving u the responsible one..

And since that day, you started acting like a drunk boy..

You’re not a man..

You don’t deserve to be called a man..

 

#Flashback

 

In pinkberry jabreya..

 

Hessa: jasoumii:$

Jassem: 3youunaa

Hessa: 7ayatii mta netzwaj?:(

Jassem: waleeh shfech mest3yla .. gelt lch n6ry khal akwn nafsy bl awl..

 

A girl passed by..

But, she stood for minutes, gazing at them..

 

Girl: yal khayn yal 7aqeerr!!! Tgoul ly bt6l3 weya el rab3! Ma hageet rab3ek bnaat !!

Hessa: 7abebi mnu hathy t3rfhaa?

Jassem: malch sh’3el feha hathy shaklha m’9y3a .. *metwtr*

Girl: ay m’9y3aa!! mu ent jassem alflani??? Sem3y ya 7aebti tara hatha gam ygzerha 3alich methel ma gazerha 3alay ou 3ala REFEJTII!!!!! Hl ashkal ma yn36oun wayh ma agoul ‘3er ela 3sa rabyy ya5th 7gy mnk ou mn kel elbnaat ely en’9lmaw 3ala eedk!!

 

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the last sentences of the girls which I have dumped, cheated on them are reappearing in front of me.. causing me to feel dizzy..

 

 

" الله موجود بياخذ حقي و حق كل بنت لعبت عليها .."

 

" بدعي عليك بصلاتي يالظالم!"

 

" انت شنو؟ ما عندك خوات؟ ما تخاف يحوشهم مثل اللي حاشنا؟؟"

 

" حوبتي ماراح تعداك!!!!!!!!"

 

" بتشوفها بخواتك و اهلك يالزباله!!"

 

" ترى الدنيا دواره"

 

 

 

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Back to London..

 

*Shaikha’s pov*

 

I was so annoyed from khaled. And know I’m pissed off from my dad and meshari, whom seem to forget about my birthday which was today.. they have spent most of the day laying on the couch watching their soccer match.. ignoring me completely..

 

in the living room..

 

Shaikha: umm.. yuba?

Dad: hala bnytee.. 7ayach shoufi elmubarat weyana

Shaikha: aha. La ma7eb

Meshari: agoul 3yal goumi 6eb5y lna, mu tgolen t3rfen t6b5en?;)

Dad: eeh walla 7addy you3an ..

Shaikha: shnu? Y3ni mra7 t6l3on mukan? I mean lish ma nt’3da bra..

Dad: laa shwdena bra hl 7aza bl shams, khalena chithy mrta7en..

Shaikha: bs yubaa..

Meshari: gouly ench ma t3arfen t6b5en tara ma feha shy..

Shaikha: uff shakuu!! Ana barou7 a93ed ‘3rfty wayed abrk lyy

 

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At 2 Am..

 

I was laying on my bed staring at the attic, tearing in silence..

Someone was knocking on my door..

This got my attention, and brought me back to reality..

 

“mnu?” I said.

 

“hatha ana meshari, fet7i el bab” he said.

 

“shtabi yay? Rou7 kamel shouf el mubarat weya uboy..” I said

 

“uboch 6l3 ..”he said

 

“aha.. mashalla twa ygol ma wda y6l3 bl shams, lish ma re7t ma3ah?”

I said.

 

“enzain fet7i el bab 5ntfahem..” he said.

 

“mabe. Bnam. t3bana. rasy y3wrnii.” I said.

 

After few seconds..

 

He started singing..

I went near the door..

Placed my ears on the wood..

laying my head on the door..

Closing my eyes..

And smiling in silence..

 

غنّوا لحبيبي وقدّموا له التّهاني
في عيد ميلاده عساها مية عام
افرح حبيبي واطلب أغلى الأماني
الليلة يا عمري تناديك الأحلام
ودعت عام وقابلك عام ثاني
تعال نتقضي العمر في حب وهيام
انسى الهموم اليوم واضحك عشاني
والله ابتسامة منك تسعدني أعوام
أحاول أشرح لك بقلبي معاني
والله الفرح نساني هموم والآم
وأجمع أفكاري ويعجز لساني
من فرحتي معذور والله ما الآم
احترت وايش أهديك غير الأغاني
ويهديك قلبي اللّي معك في الهوي هام
واطلب من الله ياحبيبي عساني
ما أنحرم من شوفتك طول الأيام

 

 

 

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*Meshari’s pov*

 

Me, shaikha’s dad, and shaikha were waiting for the bus, that will take us to this amazing trip that shaikha’s dad planned for.

The old Egyptian guy who’s responsible for the trip came, so shaikha’s dad went to talk to him, leaving me and shaikha alone..

I got out a mini box from my jeans pocket, and handed it to shaikha..

 

This was inside the box..

 

 

 

 

I got it out of the box and place it carefully around her neck.

She smiled.

 for a moment, our eyes met..

then she started to tear..

 

Me: lw adri hl shy b5lech tbchen chan ma yebta lch asef!

Shaikha: la shakuu, mu 3an, it’s the tears of happiness:( <3 I thought nsetaw 3n my bday..

Me: ee 3ashan chithy knti m6ngra elyoum;) .. shloun nensa youmch? yala 3ad ‘9e7kyy;p

Shaikha: enshalla *Smiling*

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Hello Readers:*

As I promised, I posted 2 chapters..

I’m sorry if part shaikha and meshari was short. I’m very busy this weekend, I’m having my midterms and another stuff after Eid :( fa wayed louuya!

It would mean A LOT to me if u left ur feedback..

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