“muneera ya mama yala gomay….warach saloon…oo mita ra7 yamdeech itsaween il ice cream cake?” my mother said as she opened the shatters.
“inshallah mama inshallah…..yamdi yamdi…sa3a cham al7een?”
“il sa3a 12:30…..yala 7abeebti”
I got up, made my way to the bathroom. Took a quick shower, wore my grey training, grabbed my keys and headed to the saloon. Ilyoum akoo 3azeema ib bait my grandmother. Oo my mother told me ina lazim aksha5 cuz akoo mothers who r looking for wife’s for their sons. And yes im single. Never been in a serious relationship. Actually I've only been in one relationship a long long time ago but it wasn’t serious. I was 16, I didn’t understand the meaning of love. I thought he was the one but I guess everything doesn’t turn out the way u want it to be. We were young and we went to school together jassim was older than me in 2 years he was a senior. he was going to study in the states he asked me to follow him if im done I thought he really loved me but I saw him once in the movies with 2 of his friends and 3 senior girls. we weren’t talking on the phone or anything we just msged each other and talked on msn. At that time I thought what we were doing was a mistake and that texting a guy was a big deal. So I texted him asking him who the girls are then he called back and started yelling and screaming that its none of my business and that im mental and only think of myself!!! I thought he was talking to the wrong person cuz I never talked about myself all we talked about was his future in the states and who im gonna convince my parents to study in the states. Anyways that was the end of my so called relationship. From then on I saw guys in a different point of view. I have crushes on guys ofcourse but not anything more. All my friends had been in many relationships and knw there way around men. Almost all are married now and some are planning on getting married. And my parent wants to see me and my 2 sisters and brother married with kids.Im the oldest, my sister hessa is 21, my other sister noora is 16 and my brother is 12. Im 24 now and im working in this big company and my job payes well il 7imdilla. Anyways wo9alt il saloon oo sawayt sha3ri takseer 3areeth…shakla 3ajeeb.
MAMA;** CALLING
“ hala mama”
“hala 7abeebtii…ha wainich? Lail7een ma5ala9tay?”
“imballah 5ala9t min il saloon al7een baroo7 il jam3iya 3ashan il ice cream cake”
“ee yalla ya mama ma9arat…6awaltay”
“inshallah 3ashir digayig oo ana 3indich”
“ee 3afya bs shway shway bil darb”
“inshallah it2mreen 3ala shay?”
“la 7abeebti salamtich…yala bye”
“bye”
I made my way to the nearest jam3iya. I found a parking spot bs I had to go the wrong way to get it oo itha I go turn the right way somebody would take that spot. So I went the wrong way as I was about to park I heard a squeaky voice from the front of my car. I parked my car correctly then went to see what I just hit. I slammed my door and saw a huge scratch on the car next to me. I was so nervous I was already late and nw I bumped someone’s Porsche. I acted normal like nothing happened entered the super market bought the stuff and made my way to my car. I saw the car next to me its still there. I felt bad for the scratch. I decided to write an apology note and put my fathers number. As soon as I left the jam3iya I called my father.
“aloo” busy tone.
“aloo…hala baba…mashqool?”
“la 7abeebti amray.”
“ummm..baba tawni ri7t il jam3iya oo bil qala6 da3amt il sayara ily yami. Ba3dain kitabt note ina ana asfa oo 7a6ayt raqmik 3adii?”
“ee..3adi..7a9al 5air..yallah intay roo7ay il bait oo ana ashoof ily yiti9il 3alay a5ali il mandoob ewadi sayarta il garage.”
“inshallah…mashkoor..bye”
“bye”
Phewwww…..i thought he was gonna give me another lecture about responsibility.
I parked my car in the garage and entered the house.
“ma baqaytay tow9ileen…6awaltay” my mother said while reading a magazine.
“ ee za7ma 3ind il jam3iya”
“ee ok yallah bsir3a saway il cake oo roo7ay badlay oo qaslay 3ashan inroo7”
“inshallah”
I called my maid to help me with the cake. I finished and headed to my room I had three outfits in mind. One was a pink Manoush dress with silver embroidery, another one was a Sonia Rykiel yellow dress with baby blue and baby pink flowers. The last dress I had in mind was Alberta Ferretti Philosophy black dress with pink heels. I didn’t knw what to wear so I called my best friend.
DAILING FARAH;*
“heeeeeeeeey…..” yelled farah. I can hear the sound of music in the background.
“hi far7oo wainich?”
“il nas esalmoon yis2loon shlonich sha5barich?”
“mo wagtich..wainich?”
“heading home laish tabeen shay?”
“la2 ta3alay baiti….ilyoum 3azeemat mama sarah oo madree shalbis?”
“ok masafat 6ireej”
“ok bye”
“bye”
While I was waiting for farah to come I went to check on my sisters and what their gonna wear. I knocked the door 3ala hessa.
“na3aaaaam…”
“ana mneera”
“ee ok dishay”
I opened the door and saw cloth all over her bed and floor.
“ tara kilha 3azeema laish kil il kabat 3al ar’6?”
“madree shino albis?”
“libsay the one we bought ma3a mama oo aunti ibtesam”
“which one?”
“the one from il os6oora”
“eeee….laaa mo 7ilwa”
“bil3axs 7adha sexy”
“whats sexy” far7oo said while entering the room and making sure she doesn’t trip over all the mess.
“the dress min il os6oora with her new Parda bag oo shoes” I answered
“ee 7adha cute” said far7oo
“ee ok 5ala9 im gonna wear that….al7een please thilfaw 3ashan I change.” Hessa said while pushing us both out her door.
We went to my room oo she told me to try on all of them to see which one looks better. After modeling the dresses for fara7 we finally decided to go with the Alberta Ferretti Philosophy black dress but with my bright orange Chanel heels. My make up was very simple. I applied eye liner, mascara, a little bit of bronzer, and lip gloss. I was ready to go. Far7 and I went to watch tv down stairs as I waited for the rest to finish changing. I was flipping through the channels and stopped at MBC 4 when I heard Oprah say “love is an essential thing in ones life.” Between me and myself I always ask myself why cant I have someone to love to hold to keep me safe from the dangerous world. But then I remember my family I cant do that do them. They’ve raised me well I cant disrespect them like that. One day I’ll get married and fall in love with the guy who im married to. It doesn’t have to be before marriage. But then again I want to live a love story and get married to the one I love not get married then start growing the love towards that person.
“mneera…mneera” fara7 said while shaking my shoulders. “wain ri7tay?”
“sira7t”
Fara7 forced a smile because she knew what I was thinking about. Although she’s been in a healthy relationship and has no idea how I feel. She’s always there to make me feel better.
“yallah omich tan6irich bil sayara…ana baroo7 il bait lama u finish ta3alay sleep over”
“ee inshallah” I gave her a hug and hopped in my mothers car.
“mama 3adi anam 3ind fara7 ilyoum?”
“ee bs si2lay oboch”
“ok”
We reached bait mama sarah. The garden was amazing. Kila round tables ma3a chairs oo the entrance was breath-taking. Mashalla 3ala my aunti’s oo mama ily imjableen il workers oo il 5idam.
“hala hala bil zain kila” aunti soha said while coming over to kiss me.
“hehe…maskoora”
“ha shrayich bil decor?”
“mashallah wayid 7ilo…ta3abkom imbayin”
“7abeebti…yallah ta3alaw da5il”
Auntie soha is not very old. She’s into fashion and those things. We’re pretty close. She knows about jassim.
“ta3alay akoo wa7da matabeen itsalmeen 3alayha” auntie said
“laish?”
“hathii ily hnak ily labsa a7mar yam mama sarah…..
“om jassim” I heard my mother say from behind me and head towards her.
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8 years ago
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