I sat down in a total trance, my heart ready to burst out of my chest. Shit I wasn’t ready.
“ hii zayoon, shfech” my friend said.
“ h-hala hala sara7t shwy”
“ shfech..”
“ he’s here..” I whispered
“ who?”
“ Mu-“ I began when my friend’s squeel interrupted me “ HIiiiii “
We embrace and kiss while he watched in total awe. I thought.
Ok He was totally watching us.
So I observed the girl he was with. Black long hair, tanned, beautiful… I thought in resentment. She was tall and lovely , so unlike my pettite form and blonde hair. So unlike me.
Her dress was tacky I hated it. He obviously thought otherwise.
“ mino hathi?” i texted my friend.
“ I dont know her really bes tqith, enti a7la”
I wanted to wail.
He laughed at something she said. His eyes were on her, but ocassionally he would steal glances at me.
I felt so small and unwanted, I wanted to leave, go straight to bed and cry myself to sleep. But my friends wouldn’t let me. God I missed him…
Later on that night I tossed and turned , hoping for a text from him but I never received any. I cried myself to sleep dreaming about that dark haired girl and the worst case scenarios, one of him being married to her.
The next morning I woke up to a hundred missed calls and texts. I read the first message slowly, my brain refusing to comprehend the text written “ اللهم بارك لهما و اجمع بينهما بالخير.."
I read it one, two, ten times , my forehead dripping with cold sweat, my hands shaking and my vision blurring..
Shit I was having a panic attack….
