As soon as he saw her get into the car, he sent her an email:
Latifa,
This is my pin XXXXXXXX, add me. We need to talk
Even to himself he sounded so arrogant, he knew she was too proud to take orders from him but he was desperate.
He had known she was special since he first laid eyes on her, standing in line with the creep behind her. She was so nervous, with her hands clenched as she stood there. He couldn’t take his eyes of her, her flushed face and tense shoulders made him want to swoop in and rescue her. Unfortunately that didn’t go as planned and he felt so foolish, but couldn’t believe his luck when she walked into his class. She sat there giggling with her friend and he felt his heart beat a little faster, she looked at him and their eyes locked before she turned away blushing. He knew who she was, and that was reason enough to stay away from her but he couldn’t seem to help it. It was a long time since he felt this way; since he swore to himself he would never get attached to a girl again. Something told him this girl was different, although she wasn’t classically beautiful there was something about those gorgeous eyes of hers, which showed her hidden emotions that she tried to hide from people that he couldn’t get out of his head.
He tried to keep his relationship with her formal but he realized it want only him who was affected by these emotions, he could see she was too, biting her lip nervously and blushing whenever she was near him. He had to admit is was a refreshing change from the new style of girls he met in college who were so upfront about their interest, giving him their phone numbers, pins etc which he was shocked by since he’d been away from the country for a while.
He found himself looking forward to those classes where he would see her and even went to her house hoping he could catch a glimpse of her, but since that day she was avoiding him, he couldn’t help but send her and email. But today when she walked into class he could sense something was up, she didn’t even turn to look at him but he knew her well enough to know something was wrong. Seeing her get into the car with that Rashed guy and her friend made his blood boil, calm down there must be a reasonable explanation, he thought but still he found himself heading to his car.
He raced through the streets in the direction of Latifa’s house until he saw them; he stopped at a slight distance until he saw her get out of the car. He stepped out of his car and she turned to look at him with an extremely annoyed expression on his face.
“Salam 3alaich Latifa” he said, as calmly as he could.
“Ou 3alaikum el salam, bas inta shu tsawee hnee? Are you stalking me or something?”
“Ha? Ana stalking you? A9lan intee shu tsaween rakba fl sayara ma3a wa7ed nafs Rashed hal m’3azelchy”
“3ad intee a5ar wa7ed tetkalam, you’re engaged and sending I miss you to me, how dare you!”
He could see she was truly hurt, he ached to grab her and kiss away that hurt look, but all he could do was watch her march to her house, tripping once on her abaya and cursing.
He loved her, of that he was certain.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Him and Her 5
He missed me, ME! I felt like I was floating in a dream, I looked at my watch and realized I had five minutes to make it to class. I quickly headed to the bathroom to do some quick primping; I was a girl after all. I was just reapplying my pink gloss and making sure my mascara was in place when I noticed someone was staring at my reflection, I turned and realized it was Sara, Mayed’s sister, I turned back and put my makeup back in my handbag completely ignoring her. I had no idea why she didn’t like me but I preferred to keep a distance from people who were rude to me.
I turned to leave but she stood in my path, I looked up at her and raised an annoyed eyebrow.
“I need to talk to you Latifa, if you’re not busy that is”
“I’m actually on my way to class, is it important?” I asked, a sick feeling in my stomach, I hated confrontation and I had a feeling this would be a conversation I wouldn’t enjoy.
“Akeed it’s important, it concerns you and e7m… u’5ouya” she whispered like it was a big secret.
“Yeah so what I’m working on a project with your brother, 5air?” I said calmly, I didn’t want anyone listening to get the wrong idea.
“Laaa ana mush qasdee shay, bas I wanted to give you some sisterly advice 7abeebty. Ne7na ahal after all, I just wanted to tell you that Mayood is kind of a flirt and you should know he’s engaged to we7da mn halnah and he likes to act like a player bas hu wayed iy7ebha.”
I smiled at her, I knew she wanted to hurt me and it was working, my heart was aching but I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of showing her I cared.
“Shaklech intee wayed tit5ayelain ashyaa, your brother is not a flirt bel3aks he’s the perfect gentleman ou ba3dain methl ma geltlech were just working together on a project.”
I said and quickly left the bathroom before she said something else.
I went to class even though I wanted to run and hide, but I didn’t want to give Sara the satisfaction. I walked in and took a seat as far away from him as possible, I could feel his eyes on me, my heart quickening at his gaze. I acted like I was completely engrossed in what the teacher was saying although I couldn’t concentrate on a single word he was saying. I felt like such an idiot, falling for the stupid games guys liked to play. He missed me, hah, how stupid was I? I usually prided myself on my instincts in knowing when a guy was messing with your feelings. Which is why I was one of those girls who was never in a relationship, even though people thought it was because of my overprotective brothers.
As soon as the teacher told us we could leave I was out of the class, with Maha by my side.
“La6oof, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“Mashay bas I’m not feeling well” I lied.
“Salamtech sweetie, if you want to go home we could drop you off”
We headed out of the college to where Maha’s brother Rashed was waiting to pick her up. Usually I wouldn’t go with him because of my brothers but now all I wanted to do was get out of this place.
I turned to leave but she stood in my path, I looked up at her and raised an annoyed eyebrow.
“I need to talk to you Latifa, if you’re not busy that is”
“I’m actually on my way to class, is it important?” I asked, a sick feeling in my stomach, I hated confrontation and I had a feeling this would be a conversation I wouldn’t enjoy.
“Akeed it’s important, it concerns you and e7m… u’5ouya” she whispered like it was a big secret.
“Yeah so what I’m working on a project with your brother, 5air?” I said calmly, I didn’t want anyone listening to get the wrong idea.
“Laaa ana mush qasdee shay, bas I wanted to give you some sisterly advice 7abeebty. Ne7na ahal after all, I just wanted to tell you that Mayood is kind of a flirt and you should know he’s engaged to we7da mn halnah and he likes to act like a player bas hu wayed iy7ebha.”
I smiled at her, I knew she wanted to hurt me and it was working, my heart was aching but I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of showing her I cared.
“Shaklech intee wayed tit5ayelain ashyaa, your brother is not a flirt bel3aks he’s the perfect gentleman ou ba3dain methl ma geltlech were just working together on a project.”
I said and quickly left the bathroom before she said something else.
I went to class even though I wanted to run and hide, but I didn’t want to give Sara the satisfaction. I walked in and took a seat as far away from him as possible, I could feel his eyes on me, my heart quickening at his gaze. I acted like I was completely engrossed in what the teacher was saying although I couldn’t concentrate on a single word he was saying. I felt like such an idiot, falling for the stupid games guys liked to play. He missed me, hah, how stupid was I? I usually prided myself on my instincts in knowing when a guy was messing with your feelings. Which is why I was one of those girls who was never in a relationship, even though people thought it was because of my overprotective brothers.
As soon as the teacher told us we could leave I was out of the class, with Maha by my side.
“La6oof, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“Mashay bas I’m not feeling well” I lied.
“Salamtech sweetie, if you want to go home we could drop you off”
We headed out of the college to where Maha’s brother Rashed was waiting to pick her up. Usually I wouldn’t go with him because of my brothers but now all I wanted to do was get out of this place.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Him and Her 4
Sorry for taking so long to post this, its just I've been feeling very uninspired lately. I hope you like it.
Things with Mayed started to improve after that day, we weren’t friends but at least he wasn’t treating me like a bimbo anymore. I tried to keep our meetings in class short and sweet since I wasn’t comfortable hanging out with him. For some reason, I would start blushing and I hated the feeling that someone could affect me in that way. I was usually very good at keeping an icy cool exterior but he just got to me with those intense eyes of his that made me feel things I didn’t want to feel.
I was so glad when it was finally the weekend and I could just ignore what was going on and sleep till noon and not think of Him. I woke up and went downstairs still in my pajamas, I didn’t even brush my hair and was wearing my furry bunny slippers. I went into the kitchen and poured myself a huge bowl of coco pops. I went into the family room and settled down to watch some TV when the housemaid came in looking around frantically. She was new and was still getting used to our house full of loud men.
“aaah you are here, your brother Faisal say he want you to go to majlis now, quickly quickly”
I raised a confused eyebrow at her but she was more scared of my brother Faisal and practically shooed me out of the room.
“inzaaaain I’m going, ufff shu yeba hatha ba3ad” I muttered as I walked to the majlis.
My brother was talking to someone who I couldn’t see as I stumbled into the majlis.
“Na3am shu teba minee that was so important that I couldn’t even finish my coco pops?”
I said standing there, but Faisal was staring at me with a shocked look on his face. I turned to see that the person he was sitting with was Mayed, who was trying to control his facial expression.
I quickly ran out of the room, but Faisal was following me. “Intee shu tsaween hnee? hay el 5adama el habla ma tefham shay?!”
This can’t be happening to me, when will these awkward moments with this guy stop occurring? Was I being punished for something I did? More importantly how will I face him in class after he saw me in my furry pink bunny slippers?
I ran up to my room and called Maha.
“9aba7 el 5air”
“Laaaaaa”
“La6oof ma feeny 3ala film hindee mn el 9b7, sh3indich?”
“It’s Mayed”
“What did he do now?”
“He came to our house and saw me in my pajama and keshatya nag3a ou …”
“Your pink bunny slippers”
“Yes, don’t laugh seriously I feel man7ousa”
“You’re absolutely right, kila wala el bunny slippers those are just a crime against fashion”
“Ma3alaaaih now you’re making fun of me!”
“La Wallah ma3arf shu agoulech try to look on the bright side”
“Which is?”
“At least he didn’t see the SpongeBob pajamas”
“I am hanging up now, oh and by the way Faisal might kill me for walking in on his nseeb”
I avoided the next couple of classes with Mayed by just emailing him my work, which was going fine but I knew I couldn’t keep it up for the rest of the semester. It was good enough for the time being.
I was sitting in college with some girls in the café, when my phone beeped with a new email,
Stop avoiding me, I miss you. - Mayed
P.S. the bunny slippers looked cute.
Things with Mayed started to improve after that day, we weren’t friends but at least he wasn’t treating me like a bimbo anymore. I tried to keep our meetings in class short and sweet since I wasn’t comfortable hanging out with him. For some reason, I would start blushing and I hated the feeling that someone could affect me in that way. I was usually very good at keeping an icy cool exterior but he just got to me with those intense eyes of his that made me feel things I didn’t want to feel.
I was so glad when it was finally the weekend and I could just ignore what was going on and sleep till noon and not think of Him. I woke up and went downstairs still in my pajamas, I didn’t even brush my hair and was wearing my furry bunny slippers. I went into the kitchen and poured myself a huge bowl of coco pops. I went into the family room and settled down to watch some TV when the housemaid came in looking around frantically. She was new and was still getting used to our house full of loud men.
“aaah you are here, your brother Faisal say he want you to go to majlis now, quickly quickly”
I raised a confused eyebrow at her but she was more scared of my brother Faisal and practically shooed me out of the room.
“inzaaaain I’m going, ufff shu yeba hatha ba3ad” I muttered as I walked to the majlis.
My brother was talking to someone who I couldn’t see as I stumbled into the majlis.
“Na3am shu teba minee that was so important that I couldn’t even finish my coco pops?”
I said standing there, but Faisal was staring at me with a shocked look on his face. I turned to see that the person he was sitting with was Mayed, who was trying to control his facial expression.
I quickly ran out of the room, but Faisal was following me. “Intee shu tsaween hnee? hay el 5adama el habla ma tefham shay?!”
This can’t be happening to me, when will these awkward moments with this guy stop occurring? Was I being punished for something I did? More importantly how will I face him in class after he saw me in my furry pink bunny slippers?
I ran up to my room and called Maha.
“9aba7 el 5air”
“Laaaaaa”
“La6oof ma feeny 3ala film hindee mn el 9b7, sh3indich?”
“It’s Mayed”
“What did he do now?”
“He came to our house and saw me in my pajama and keshatya nag3a ou …”
“Your pink bunny slippers”
“Yes, don’t laugh seriously I feel man7ousa”
“You’re absolutely right, kila wala el bunny slippers those are just a crime against fashion”
“Ma3alaaaih now you’re making fun of me!”
“La Wallah ma3arf shu agoulech try to look on the bright side”
“Which is?”
“At least he didn’t see the SpongeBob pajamas”
“I am hanging up now, oh and by the way Faisal might kill me for walking in on his nseeb”
I avoided the next couple of classes with Mayed by just emailing him my work, which was going fine but I knew I couldn’t keep it up for the rest of the semester. It was good enough for the time being.
I was sitting in college with some girls in the café, when my phone beeped with a new email,
Stop avoiding me, I miss you. - Mayed
P.S. the bunny slippers looked cute.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Him and Her 3
My alarm was beeping, telling me it was time to wake up, but I wasn’t in the mood to face another horrible day in college. I felt jinxed after the awful day I had and I kept on dreaming of Him. Luckily after the falling into his lap incident he just stayed away from me. Actually I think it was more like he was avoiding me. Maha kept on making fun of me or just bursting into laughter whenever she saw my flushed face which wasn’t helpful but lightened the mood. Sara on the other hand was shooting me evil glares all day. I groaned and hid my face under the pillow, not ready to face all the drama.
I heard a knock on my door.
“Mnu?” I asked, lifting my head slightly from under the covers to peek at the door.
A hand was stretched into the room with a cup of starbucks, I recognized Maha’s neon pink nail polish.
“Am I forgiven for being such a horrible friend yesterday?” She asked with a huge grin on her face.
“Maybe, it depends on how many jokes you’re planning on making about the events that will be erased forever from my memory”
“Oh come on La6oof it wasn’t that bad”
I just raised an eyebrow at her.
“Ok so it was Bad, really bad but you just have to move on and be the better person. So what if he didn’t accept your apology and totally hates you now and you have to work together…”
“Mush chanech you’re not helping?” I asked.
“Ok sorry but at least I’m trying, unlike some people who just want to hide from the world!”
“Shu asawee I’m not used to such things happening to me” I said “and with Sara’s brother of all people, she already hates me”
“She doesn’t hate you she’s just a moody person”
“Allah y3een i5ouyah 3alaiha” I said.
“Haha a7is they deserve each other” Maha said, laughing.
She knew how my brother Faisal was my most controlling brother, unlike Nasser who was the most temperamental and Abdullah who was the closest to me in age and my favorite brother although he had a slight controlling streak. Faisal tried to control every aspect of my life from my education, friends, phone, internet and the list goes on and on but I didn’t blame him since he was the eldest and our mother depended on him to be the man of the house. I was hoping his marriage to Sara next year would take some of his unwanted attention away from me.
Luckily we didn’t have an early morning class today and we arrived just in time for our first class. Our teacher told us to divide into our groups so he could speak to us separately. As I got closer to Mayed he pushed his chair slightly back as if he didn’t want to sit close to me.
I was about to comment that I wasn’t planning on falling into his lap but I was controlling myself and trying to be the mature one.
I pulled my notes out of my bag and started writing some of the ideas I wanted to discuss with the teacher.
“Law sma7tee L6eefa I think I should be the one talking to the teacher, ya3nee if you have anything you want to discuss pass it by me and I will help you”
As if! The arrogance!
I just smiled sweetly and nodded. I wasn’t about to let him treat me like an idiot but I didn’t want to start making problems. So when the teacher came over I sat quietly listening to Mayed ask his long list of questions, imagining myself hitting him with his stupid notebook. Finally when he was done, the teacher turned to me and smiled.
“So Latifa, do you have anything to add?”
I just smiled and told him my plans.
“That’s great Latifa, exactly what you should be working on. I’m excited to see what you will bring to the group. Maybe you should help Mayed out with his questions too, he seems to have a few.”
He just winked at me and moved on to the next group. I could see Mayed staring at me with his mouth hanging open.
I just ignored his stares and got up to leave the class, I needed to get away from him before I started laughing in his face which wasn’t a part of the “be mature” plan.
“L6eefa sme7eely shaklee I misjudged you…”
I didn’t wait to hear the end of his speech, just raised my hand and said “Mayed please just spare me the boy drama”, before I walked out of the class.
I heard a knock on my door.
“Mnu?” I asked, lifting my head slightly from under the covers to peek at the door.
A hand was stretched into the room with a cup of starbucks, I recognized Maha’s neon pink nail polish.
“Am I forgiven for being such a horrible friend yesterday?” She asked with a huge grin on her face.
“Maybe, it depends on how many jokes you’re planning on making about the events that will be erased forever from my memory”
“Oh come on La6oof it wasn’t that bad”
I just raised an eyebrow at her.
“Ok so it was Bad, really bad but you just have to move on and be the better person. So what if he didn’t accept your apology and totally hates you now and you have to work together…”
“Mush chanech you’re not helping?” I asked.
“Ok sorry but at least I’m trying, unlike some people who just want to hide from the world!”
“Shu asawee I’m not used to such things happening to me” I said “and with Sara’s brother of all people, she already hates me”
“She doesn’t hate you she’s just a moody person”
“Allah y3een i5ouyah 3alaiha” I said.
“Haha a7is they deserve each other” Maha said, laughing.
She knew how my brother Faisal was my most controlling brother, unlike Nasser who was the most temperamental and Abdullah who was the closest to me in age and my favorite brother although he had a slight controlling streak. Faisal tried to control every aspect of my life from my education, friends, phone, internet and the list goes on and on but I didn’t blame him since he was the eldest and our mother depended on him to be the man of the house. I was hoping his marriage to Sara next year would take some of his unwanted attention away from me.
Luckily we didn’t have an early morning class today and we arrived just in time for our first class. Our teacher told us to divide into our groups so he could speak to us separately. As I got closer to Mayed he pushed his chair slightly back as if he didn’t want to sit close to me.
I was about to comment that I wasn’t planning on falling into his lap but I was controlling myself and trying to be the mature one.
I pulled my notes out of my bag and started writing some of the ideas I wanted to discuss with the teacher.
“Law sma7tee L6eefa I think I should be the one talking to the teacher, ya3nee if you have anything you want to discuss pass it by me and I will help you”
As if! The arrogance!
I just smiled sweetly and nodded. I wasn’t about to let him treat me like an idiot but I didn’t want to start making problems. So when the teacher came over I sat quietly listening to Mayed ask his long list of questions, imagining myself hitting him with his stupid notebook. Finally when he was done, the teacher turned to me and smiled.
“So Latifa, do you have anything to add?”
I just smiled and told him my plans.
“That’s great Latifa, exactly what you should be working on. I’m excited to see what you will bring to the group. Maybe you should help Mayed out with his questions too, he seems to have a few.”
He just winked at me and moved on to the next group. I could see Mayed staring at me with his mouth hanging open.
I just ignored his stares and got up to leave the class, I needed to get away from him before I started laughing in his face which wasn’t a part of the “be mature” plan.
“L6eefa sme7eely shaklee I misjudged you…”
I didn’t wait to hear the end of his speech, just raised my hand and said “Mayed please just spare me the boy drama”, before I walked out of the class.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Him and Her 2
We went into class after Maha convinced me that it was ok, all I had to do was avoid eye contact and maybe he wouldn’t even recognize me. As we waited for the next class to start I noticed a guy sitting alone in the back of the class, he was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans wit his black hair causally pushed back. He had a tan and a lean muscular physique. He was so hot.
I never say that about anyone, actually I never even thought that of a real life guy. I was staring, trying not to stare since it was rude and stalkerish but I couldn’t help myself. That’s when he noticed.
I tried to break the eye contact but I couldn’t do it, it was like I was frozen in this bubble.
He was staring at me now too with eyes like melted chocolate, I could feel my heart beating rapidly as he picked up his coffee cup and raised an eyebrow at me.
That’s when it clicked that this might be Sara’s brother, please please let me be wrong, I muttered.
“Maha” I whispered “where is he sitting?”
“He’s the one in the back, staring at you” she said laughing silently.
That was the second moment today when I just wanted to disappear. Thankfully our teacher finally showed up. He started by telling us about how this course was very important and how we were supposed to take it seriously. I just wanted the time to pass so I could leave this class and end this horrible day. I was concentrating on not looking in his direction when the teacher slipped a paper on my desk, it just had a name on it “Mayed”.
I turned to Maha “Shu el salfa?”
“This is the person you will be working on the major project with”
“And who the hell is this Mayed guy?” I asked angrily.
“e7m” I heard someone clear their throat and when I looked up, it was him. Of all the freaking people in this freaking class it had to be Him.
We sat together while I was internally panicking, trying to figure out a way out of this uncomfortable situation, while trying not to gaze at his hotness. All of this made my face turn into various shades of bright red. Maha was shooting me glares across the room while fanning her face with a paper, I knew she was trying to get me to calm down but it wasn’t helping. It didn’t matter anyway since he didn’t even look at me, he was so engrossed in whatever he was writing.
“Sorry about the coffee incident” I said shyly, trying to break the akward silence.
“Whatever… 3adi” he said without even looking up from his paper.
“La mush 3adi, I’m not normally such a klutz but I ...”
He rudely cut me off, “Look I don’t need to hear your girl drama, we just need to set the tasks for us to finish this project”
Rude! It was clear now that Sara wasn’t the only rude person in their family.
“What’s your name again?” he asked, finally looking up from his paper.
“Latifa” I said, annoyed that he couldn’t even bother to remember my name.
“Inzain this is what you have to work on,” he said giving me a piece of paper with a list of things I had to research. “And this is my email if you need any help”
Help?! I’ll show this idiot that I was waaaay smarter than him, I thought to myself, before getting up and falling haphazardly into his lap.
This was So not my day...
I never say that about anyone, actually I never even thought that of a real life guy. I was staring, trying not to stare since it was rude and stalkerish but I couldn’t help myself. That’s when he noticed.
I tried to break the eye contact but I couldn’t do it, it was like I was frozen in this bubble.
He was staring at me now too with eyes like melted chocolate, I could feel my heart beating rapidly as he picked up his coffee cup and raised an eyebrow at me.
That’s when it clicked that this might be Sara’s brother, please please let me be wrong, I muttered.
“Maha” I whispered “where is he sitting?”
“He’s the one in the back, staring at you” she said laughing silently.
That was the second moment today when I just wanted to disappear. Thankfully our teacher finally showed up. He started by telling us about how this course was very important and how we were supposed to take it seriously. I just wanted the time to pass so I could leave this class and end this horrible day. I was concentrating on not looking in his direction when the teacher slipped a paper on my desk, it just had a name on it “Mayed”.
I turned to Maha “Shu el salfa?”
“This is the person you will be working on the major project with”
“And who the hell is this Mayed guy?” I asked angrily.
“e7m” I heard someone clear their throat and when I looked up, it was him. Of all the freaking people in this freaking class it had to be Him.
We sat together while I was internally panicking, trying to figure out a way out of this uncomfortable situation, while trying not to gaze at his hotness. All of this made my face turn into various shades of bright red. Maha was shooting me glares across the room while fanning her face with a paper, I knew she was trying to get me to calm down but it wasn’t helping. It didn’t matter anyway since he didn’t even look at me, he was so engrossed in whatever he was writing.
“Sorry about the coffee incident” I said shyly, trying to break the akward silence.
“Whatever… 3adi” he said without even looking up from his paper.
“La mush 3adi, I’m not normally such a klutz but I ...”
He rudely cut me off, “Look I don’t need to hear your girl drama, we just need to set the tasks for us to finish this project”
Rude! It was clear now that Sara wasn’t the only rude person in their family.
“What’s your name again?” he asked, finally looking up from his paper.
“Latifa” I said, annoyed that he couldn’t even bother to remember my name.
“Inzain this is what you have to work on,” he said giving me a piece of paper with a list of things I had to research. “And this is my email if you need any help”
Help?! I’ll show this idiot that I was waaaay smarter than him, I thought to myself, before getting up and falling haphazardly into his lap.
This was So not my day...
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Him and Her
To all of the people who read my previous story, sorry for taking so long and I hope you enjoy this one...
Every good story needs a boy, a girl and a bad situation. This was one of them, the bad situations I mean.
Right now, I couldn’t think of a way out of this. I stood there, wishing I was anywhere else in the world, but I knew wishing wouldn’t get me out of this.
It all started on the first day of my last semester in college. I was in a crappy mood, but that wasn’t something new, I was usually in a bad mood before my first cup of coffee in the morning. I was waiting in line at the college café, knowing I would be late to my first class but I didn’t really care. All I could think of was that hot cup of caffeinated goodness.
“I don’t usually say this but you’re gorgeous, I can’t stop staring at you”
WTH, who is this creep breathing down my neck. I started to get pissed since he had the nerve to talk to me in front of everyone, like I would give him the time of day. I hated these situations since I usually didn’t know how to react, all the good insults would come to me five minutes after it was all over.
“Come on don’t act like you can’t hear me”
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, Thank God I was still wearing my sunglasses. I was trying to ignore the urge to beat the living crap out of this guy for ruining my morning.
This is what you get for having overprotective brothers who shield you from such creeps your whole life, you keep thinking someone would fight your battles for you, I muttered to myself.
I usually hated my older brothers for constantly interfering in my life, controlling everything since our father had passed away and they thought it was their right to have a say in my every move. But right now I was imaging what my brother Nasser would do to this annoying heavy breather.
Thank God it was nearly over, I was just waiting for my order to finish and I could get to my class and to my friend Maha who would join me in insulting this idiot.
“Agoolech 3ad shaklech 9adagty 3imrech, mush min zeenech ya3nee” he said angrily.
A group of girls watching my ordeal cracked up laughing, I guess he noticed them too which is why he got so mad at me. What annoyed me most was the girl standing in the middle of this group of girls was my eldest Brother Faisal’s fiancée. She was giving me this smirk, and I guess that just pushed me over the edge.
“Shaklek inta ilay m9adeg 3mrek, shu you think you can get a girl’s attention with this early morning harassment? How very 1990’s of you” I said.
It would have been the perfect one-liner, making everything better after this ordeal, but of course I had to ruin it by doing something horribly idiotic. I turned too fast and ran into someone, spilling my extra hot coffee all over us both, I heard a collective gasp from the group of girls behind us. I slowly looked up staring at the splattered stain on the white kandoora in front of me.
I couldn’t look at who it was, my eyes glazed over with tears as I ran (actually I just walked really fast, since running was impossible in the heels I was wearing) to the nearest bathroom and hid in one of the stalls. I took out my BlackBerry and found that Maha sent me a few messages.
Maha: Wainich? We had a deal no skipping class until the second day at least. Good impressions this semester remember?
Maha: I hate you, wish I was asleep.
Maha: Oh and get me a latte with you pleeeeease.
Me: No coffee today or ever again!
Maha: please tell me your not Coffee girl?
Me: Coffee girl? How did u hear about that?
Maha: LOL Sara just sent me a message saying beware of coffee girl.
Me: Hathee madree laish tekrahnee, she is engaged to my brother! She’s supposed to TRY and make a good impression.
Maha: Inzain shu el salfa?!
Me: I bumped into someone with my coffee after this loser was harassing me.
Maha: and who did you spill it on?
Me: I don’t know
Maha: and which bathroom are you hiding in?
Me: Ma bagoolech i know you just want to make fun of me.
Maha: I just renamed you “coffee girl”
Me: I hate you.
Maha showed up in a few minutes and helped me get my abaya cleaned, while making fun of me the whole time.
“Ok I want to tell you something, but I don’t want you to freak out” she said, just as we were leaving the bathroom.
“Shu el salfa? You can’t say that and not want me to freak out!” I said, a bad feeling building up in the pit of my stomach.
“Well the guy you spilt your coffee on is Sara’s brother, who just transferred to our college”
“So that’s why she sent you that message? I still think ma 3endha salfa”
“Inzain the reason I don’t want you to freak out is he’s in our class” She said with a false grin on her face. “And he looked kind of mad when I saw him”
There goes the “avoid the person you spilt hot coffee on” plan.
Every good story needs a boy, a girl and a bad situation. This was one of them, the bad situations I mean.
Right now, I couldn’t think of a way out of this. I stood there, wishing I was anywhere else in the world, but I knew wishing wouldn’t get me out of this.
It all started on the first day of my last semester in college. I was in a crappy mood, but that wasn’t something new, I was usually in a bad mood before my first cup of coffee in the morning. I was waiting in line at the college café, knowing I would be late to my first class but I didn’t really care. All I could think of was that hot cup of caffeinated goodness.
“I don’t usually say this but you’re gorgeous, I can’t stop staring at you”
WTH, who is this creep breathing down my neck. I started to get pissed since he had the nerve to talk to me in front of everyone, like I would give him the time of day. I hated these situations since I usually didn’t know how to react, all the good insults would come to me five minutes after it was all over.
“Come on don’t act like you can’t hear me”
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, Thank God I was still wearing my sunglasses. I was trying to ignore the urge to beat the living crap out of this guy for ruining my morning.
This is what you get for having overprotective brothers who shield you from such creeps your whole life, you keep thinking someone would fight your battles for you, I muttered to myself.
I usually hated my older brothers for constantly interfering in my life, controlling everything since our father had passed away and they thought it was their right to have a say in my every move. But right now I was imaging what my brother Nasser would do to this annoying heavy breather.
Thank God it was nearly over, I was just waiting for my order to finish and I could get to my class and to my friend Maha who would join me in insulting this idiot.
“Agoolech 3ad shaklech 9adagty 3imrech, mush min zeenech ya3nee” he said angrily.
A group of girls watching my ordeal cracked up laughing, I guess he noticed them too which is why he got so mad at me. What annoyed me most was the girl standing in the middle of this group of girls was my eldest Brother Faisal’s fiancée. She was giving me this smirk, and I guess that just pushed me over the edge.
“Shaklek inta ilay m9adeg 3mrek, shu you think you can get a girl’s attention with this early morning harassment? How very 1990’s of you” I said.
It would have been the perfect one-liner, making everything better after this ordeal, but of course I had to ruin it by doing something horribly idiotic. I turned too fast and ran into someone, spilling my extra hot coffee all over us both, I heard a collective gasp from the group of girls behind us. I slowly looked up staring at the splattered stain on the white kandoora in front of me.
I couldn’t look at who it was, my eyes glazed over with tears as I ran (actually I just walked really fast, since running was impossible in the heels I was wearing) to the nearest bathroom and hid in one of the stalls. I took out my BlackBerry and found that Maha sent me a few messages.
Maha: Wainich? We had a deal no skipping class until the second day at least. Good impressions this semester remember?
Maha: I hate you, wish I was asleep.
Maha: Oh and get me a latte with you pleeeeease.
Me: No coffee today or ever again!
Maha: please tell me your not Coffee girl?
Me: Coffee girl? How did u hear about that?
Maha: LOL Sara just sent me a message saying beware of coffee girl.
Me: Hathee madree laish tekrahnee, she is engaged to my brother! She’s supposed to TRY and make a good impression.
Maha: Inzain shu el salfa?!
Me: I bumped into someone with my coffee after this loser was harassing me.
Maha: and who did you spill it on?
Me: I don’t know
Maha: and which bathroom are you hiding in?
Me: Ma bagoolech i know you just want to make fun of me.
Maha: I just renamed you “coffee girl”
Me: I hate you.
Maha showed up in a few minutes and helped me get my abaya cleaned, while making fun of me the whole time.
“Ok I want to tell you something, but I don’t want you to freak out” she said, just as we were leaving the bathroom.
“Shu el salfa? You can’t say that and not want me to freak out!” I said, a bad feeling building up in the pit of my stomach.
“Well the guy you spilt your coffee on is Sara’s brother, who just transferred to our college”
“So that’s why she sent you that message? I still think ma 3endha salfa”
“Inzain the reason I don’t want you to freak out is he’s in our class” She said with a false grin on her face. “And he looked kind of mad when I saw him”
There goes the “avoid the person you spilt hot coffee on” plan.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Forever Yours 17 -Finale-
I just wanted to thank all the people who read my story for their support. I hope you all like this part, hopefully there will be a new story soon.
“There’s no one other than you and there never was” he said softly, his words hinted at much more.
This coming from Ghaith was a huge deal.
I stared at him for what seemed like hours, our eyes locked.
Just as I opened my mouth to speak, I heard a knock at the door.
Ghaith quickly got up, I’m sure he thought it was something to do with his father.
It gave me time to think of what he said, I was now surer than ever of my growing feelings for Ghaith and his words gave me the confidence to act on them. But I had a plan and in order for it to work, I needed time to prepare. I jumped into bed and acted asleep so I could avoid Ghaith’s inquiring eyes.
The next day I got up really early and went to meet Dalal at her apartment. I needed her help to get the courage to go though with my plan. It involved lingerie shopping which I had never done before and I was too intimidated by those shops to go in there by myself.
The first shop we went to was full of beautiful things but I didn’t feel comfortable buying anything from there, it wasn’t the style I was looking for too dark and exotic for me. I wanted something more innocent. Dalal didn’t approve of my ideas and she insisted I buy a few things which I blushed just looking at. I wasn’t innocent to these things but the image of Ghaith seeing me in them was too much for me to handle at the time.
“You’ll thank me later 7abeebty you’ll see” Dalal said with a wicked grin on her face.
“Yallah let’s go somewhere else so I can find what I want” I said dragging her away from the leather corsets, that she would have to kill me to wear.
“This is perfect” I sighed, as I looked at myself in the mirror. It was a gorgeous cream nightgown, with a lacy but sculpted top and lace all down the sides, but the rest was creamy silk and it had a lace trimmed slit that came the whole way up one leg. Dalal chose matching stockings which made my legs looks infinitely longer. I was happy with the result, smiling at myself in the mirror.
The next step was picking out a gorgeous outfit, Dalal completely took over in this part picking out a gorgeous burgundy top and a long flowy skirt to match, it was not something I would pick but looked gorgeous when I put it on, she just stared at me with a raised eyebrow daring me to say something bad about her choice.
“Wallah Dalal I don’t know what I would do without your help, you’re like my fashion fairy godmother.”
“Aaaaw Deema you’re going to make me cry and ruin my makeup now” She said hugging me, it was great to have such a selfless friend. Too bad it took me so long to find one.
The next step was setting the whole night up, I called Reem and found out she was on a trip with her parents and that they were spending a few days in the town where her father studied, and they wanted to be away from the city for a while to relax before their trip to the states.
This was the perfect opportunity, I was for once taking control of things and it felt great.
I went back to the apartment and set everything up in Ghaith’s room and locked it so he wouldn’t ruin the surprise. I knew he was in college and I sent him a message to meet me at the restaurant where he first took me to dinner all those months ago. I felt nervous waiting for him; I was trying not to sit there staring at the door. What if he doesn’t show up? What if he thinks I’m stupid or desperate? What if he rejects me? I wondered for the millionth time closing my eyes and trying to control my racing heart, Calm down Deema and just breathe.
“Deema are you ok?” Ghaith asked and I opened my eyes to find him staring at me worriedly.
“Halla Ghaith, no I’m fine” I said plastering a smile on my face.
He sat down but continued to stare at me quizzically.
“Ghaith I invited you here so that we would get a chance to talk about things between us. I have some things to say and I want you to hear me out first” I said, he was staring at me intently so I stared at my entwined fingers, trying not to blush.
“Awalan when we first came here I can tell you honestly that I wasn’t looking for a relationship with you and I didn’t see you in that way, maybe because I’m young or because I thought you and my friend were a couple” I took a few deep breaths to calm down, he reached over and covered my hands with his hand.
So I sat there staring at his masculine hand, so tanned and huge next to mine. I felt protected and safe.
“Ghaith I found myself caring for you more and more each passing day but I didn’t understand. I’ve never been in love before” I said staring at him “I Love you Ghaith and I want to be your wife”
He stared at me intently and a huge grin broke out on his face, he looked so relieved.
“Deema yananteenee! I thought you wanted to leave or something, I mean last night you totally blew me off and left me sitting there like a fool I wanted to kill you!”
“7abeebee I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you but I wanted this moment to be perfect!” I said pouting. I was so relieved that everything was out in the open now.
“Intee ou afkarech” he said, squeezing my hands tightly.
I smiled shyly at him; he had no idea about the rest of my plans.
When we got to the apartment I went into the room and locked the door after me. I tried to get everything ready quickly but my hands were shaking, this was the first night where I took a risk with Ghaith but I wanted it to be just right since it was the first day of our life as a married couple.
I stood by the door taking a last look at my handiwork, the candles glow softly lit up the room and the bouquets’ of roses and rose petals everywhere made it look like a magical place. My hair was open and I was dressed in the nightgown but I tried not to think of that too much since it made me blush like crazy although I felt confident that I looked good in it.
Ghaith’s soft knock on the door pulled me out of my daydream.
I opened the door unsure of what he would think; he took a long look into the room and an even longer look at me and then he pulled me into his arms…
Two months later
As we took a stroll in the streets of Paris, the city of love, I fell even more in love with my husband Ghaith. It was the New Year and I felt this was a new beginning to our lives, the two months that passed were the happiest of my life, and it was as if I was floating on a cloud.
I remembered how even Ghaith’s mum noticed when they came back to London before their flight that things were different between us.
“So I guess there will be no more sleeping on the couch for my son” she said, pinching my arm, but in a joking way.
I blushed and laughed softly, this was beyond embarrassing, I wanted to curl up and hide.
“Yallah now I’m waiting for my grandchildren” she said “don’t keep me waiting for too long.”
“7abeebty what are you thinking of?” Ghaith asked, as I struggled to match his stride as we walked.
“Your mother” I said laughing.
“I bring you here to the most romantic city in the world and you think of my mother?” he stared at me with a fake-hurt expression.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
“A7ibek!” I said, wrapping my arms around him. I could feel his laughter as he squeezed his arms around me.
“I love you too, Wallah I love you” he said softly into my ear, holding me like he never wanted to let go.
“There’s no one other than you and there never was” he said softly, his words hinted at much more.
This coming from Ghaith was a huge deal.
I stared at him for what seemed like hours, our eyes locked.
Just as I opened my mouth to speak, I heard a knock at the door.
Ghaith quickly got up, I’m sure he thought it was something to do with his father.
It gave me time to think of what he said, I was now surer than ever of my growing feelings for Ghaith and his words gave me the confidence to act on them. But I had a plan and in order for it to work, I needed time to prepare. I jumped into bed and acted asleep so I could avoid Ghaith’s inquiring eyes.
The next day I got up really early and went to meet Dalal at her apartment. I needed her help to get the courage to go though with my plan. It involved lingerie shopping which I had never done before and I was too intimidated by those shops to go in there by myself.
The first shop we went to was full of beautiful things but I didn’t feel comfortable buying anything from there, it wasn’t the style I was looking for too dark and exotic for me. I wanted something more innocent. Dalal didn’t approve of my ideas and she insisted I buy a few things which I blushed just looking at. I wasn’t innocent to these things but the image of Ghaith seeing me in them was too much for me to handle at the time.
“You’ll thank me later 7abeebty you’ll see” Dalal said with a wicked grin on her face.
“Yallah let’s go somewhere else so I can find what I want” I said dragging her away from the leather corsets, that she would have to kill me to wear.
“This is perfect” I sighed, as I looked at myself in the mirror. It was a gorgeous cream nightgown, with a lacy but sculpted top and lace all down the sides, but the rest was creamy silk and it had a lace trimmed slit that came the whole way up one leg. Dalal chose matching stockings which made my legs looks infinitely longer. I was happy with the result, smiling at myself in the mirror.
The next step was picking out a gorgeous outfit, Dalal completely took over in this part picking out a gorgeous burgundy top and a long flowy skirt to match, it was not something I would pick but looked gorgeous when I put it on, she just stared at me with a raised eyebrow daring me to say something bad about her choice.
“Wallah Dalal I don’t know what I would do without your help, you’re like my fashion fairy godmother.”
“Aaaaw Deema you’re going to make me cry and ruin my makeup now” She said hugging me, it was great to have such a selfless friend. Too bad it took me so long to find one.
The next step was setting the whole night up, I called Reem and found out she was on a trip with her parents and that they were spending a few days in the town where her father studied, and they wanted to be away from the city for a while to relax before their trip to the states.
This was the perfect opportunity, I was for once taking control of things and it felt great.
I went back to the apartment and set everything up in Ghaith’s room and locked it so he wouldn’t ruin the surprise. I knew he was in college and I sent him a message to meet me at the restaurant where he first took me to dinner all those months ago. I felt nervous waiting for him; I was trying not to sit there staring at the door. What if he doesn’t show up? What if he thinks I’m stupid or desperate? What if he rejects me? I wondered for the millionth time closing my eyes and trying to control my racing heart, Calm down Deema and just breathe.
“Deema are you ok?” Ghaith asked and I opened my eyes to find him staring at me worriedly.
“Halla Ghaith, no I’m fine” I said plastering a smile on my face.
He sat down but continued to stare at me quizzically.
“Ghaith I invited you here so that we would get a chance to talk about things between us. I have some things to say and I want you to hear me out first” I said, he was staring at me intently so I stared at my entwined fingers, trying not to blush.
“Awalan when we first came here I can tell you honestly that I wasn’t looking for a relationship with you and I didn’t see you in that way, maybe because I’m young or because I thought you and my friend were a couple” I took a few deep breaths to calm down, he reached over and covered my hands with his hand.
So I sat there staring at his masculine hand, so tanned and huge next to mine. I felt protected and safe.
“Ghaith I found myself caring for you more and more each passing day but I didn’t understand. I’ve never been in love before” I said staring at him “I Love you Ghaith and I want to be your wife”
He stared at me intently and a huge grin broke out on his face, he looked so relieved.
“Deema yananteenee! I thought you wanted to leave or something, I mean last night you totally blew me off and left me sitting there like a fool I wanted to kill you!”
“7abeebee I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you but I wanted this moment to be perfect!” I said pouting. I was so relieved that everything was out in the open now.
“Intee ou afkarech” he said, squeezing my hands tightly.
I smiled shyly at him; he had no idea about the rest of my plans.
When we got to the apartment I went into the room and locked the door after me. I tried to get everything ready quickly but my hands were shaking, this was the first night where I took a risk with Ghaith but I wanted it to be just right since it was the first day of our life as a married couple.
I stood by the door taking a last look at my handiwork, the candles glow softly lit up the room and the bouquets’ of roses and rose petals everywhere made it look like a magical place. My hair was open and I was dressed in the nightgown but I tried not to think of that too much since it made me blush like crazy although I felt confident that I looked good in it.
Ghaith’s soft knock on the door pulled me out of my daydream.
I opened the door unsure of what he would think; he took a long look into the room and an even longer look at me and then he pulled me into his arms…
Two months later
As we took a stroll in the streets of Paris, the city of love, I fell even more in love with my husband Ghaith. It was the New Year and I felt this was a new beginning to our lives, the two months that passed were the happiest of my life, and it was as if I was floating on a cloud.
I remembered how even Ghaith’s mum noticed when they came back to London before their flight that things were different between us.
“So I guess there will be no more sleeping on the couch for my son” she said, pinching my arm, but in a joking way.
I blushed and laughed softly, this was beyond embarrassing, I wanted to curl up and hide.
“Yallah now I’m waiting for my grandchildren” she said “don’t keep me waiting for too long.”
“7abeebty what are you thinking of?” Ghaith asked, as I struggled to match his stride as we walked.
“Your mother” I said laughing.
“I bring you here to the most romantic city in the world and you think of my mother?” he stared at me with a fake-hurt expression.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
“A7ibek!” I said, wrapping my arms around him. I could feel his laughter as he squeezed his arms around me.
“I love you too, Wallah I love you” he said softly into my ear, holding me like he never wanted to let go.
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