I asked the cook for a hot chocolate and settled on my sofa wrapped up in a clean blanket. I needed to communicate with friends. I texted a couple of my closest friends and that one guy who’s always there even if you never really dated.
“ uff min wain 6al3a” Hamad replied back almost immediately Making me smile.
“ miss me?”
“ akeed!” He replied. We’ve always been like this , playful and flirtatious, it was harmless, really he was always with someone ( different , he was the biggest player) and I liked to use him whenever I felt lonely. He was fine with it.
“ me too, give me a reason to get up from my sofa?”
“ come to my sofa we can watch something”
I giggled. “ will we cuddle?”
“ anything you want my love”
I smiled and got up feeling absolutely naughty. “ coming in 30”
I brushed my teeth put on an oversized sweater and the pair of leggings that fit and left, without bothering to put on any makeup.
Once I reached him, he was gorgeous and inviting as ever. “ yl ga63a” he scooped me up in a hug.
“ akhaf enta eli tis2al” I hugged him harder.
“ shl zaain mashalah”
“ don’t lie I look like a whale I gained 20 pounds”
“ mala shighil tadren enich jameela jiddan”
“ awww habebi enta”
So we sit down and talk and cuddle , I felt okay with him, no firworks..just a familiar safety. I remember him trying with me 5 years ago when we met but I never felt anything towards him despite him being gorgeous and from a very good family, he just wasn’t it.
“ so , who was the lucky guy?”
I laughed. “ mafi guy”
“ don’t lie you always come back after a break up”
“ the audacity sa7?” I joked.
“You know I don’t mind that sa7?”
I nodded
“So tell me”
“ flan alfulani” I utter his whole name.
“Oooh mitzawij hatha! Zayon!”
“ no he wasn’t when I was with him”
“ khalas bes b3d tezawaj he’s not yours, shmalah eldrama?”
“ he broke my heart”
“ l2na it’s not meant to be, ohwa ekhtar w7da thanya o khalas lazim you move on”
“ I moved on “
“ you didnt habeebti”
“ I’m trying” My voice muffled against his chest.
“ khalas tra bagolich elsij, ohwa o zojta both their parents are business partners o min zman mitafqeen fa entay you were never really someone he would consider , e7na n3arifhom o now you know”
“ why are you so cruel?”
“I’m not oho wilni3im feh rayal bes entay makinty el ensana eli yabi titzawjha. Entai bnt zaina min 3ayla zaina bs mu monasba lah ohwa”
Fuck you. “ fuck you”
I ended up crying that night. But I felt slightly relieved After 3 months of suffering , the pain was still there but it was dull and I felt like I could actually be around people again , and workout and eat right.
So the first thing I do the next day is to go to the salon. I spent five hours getting my hair and nails done. The transformation was incredible, my hair looked all glossy and gorgeous, the brassy tone was gone, replaced with rich caramel and brown highlight. I hundred percent believed that Changing your hair can change your life.
The next month was a blur of personal training and therapy sessions, I managed to get back in touch with my friends and they were there with open forgiving arms. turned out true friends will never judge you and will always be loyal to you even if you go all psycho and ghost them for weeks.
One day I put on my old pair of jeans ( they fit, finally, I managed to lose most of the extra weight I gained) with a cropped cashmere sweater and some biker boots , I let my wavy hair down and put on the basics; red lipstick and eyeliner and went to have brunch with the girls at the avenues.
The four of us meet at Gia , it was busier as ever since it was a saturday and everyone was here. We ordered our breakfast and people watch.
“ zayoon tha3fty mashallah good job” my friend Munira says
“ wai akheran ta3abt it was basically green juices and eggs!”
“ noo I can’t not have carbs”
So we talk about us and boys and diets and travel and I’m totally relaxed and chill. And I spot this familiar gorgeous someone. Yoga guy. The table across from me with his family , parents, two women my age , sisters? Or wife ? No idea
Our eyes locked for a moment and he smiled and I smiled back.
* 3ash min shafich” I recieved a text
The next month was a blur of personal training and therapy sessions, I managed to get back in touch with my friends and they were there with open forgiving arms. turned out true friends will never judge you and will always be loyal to you even if you go all psycho and ghost them for weeks.
One day I put on my old pair of jeans ( they fit, finally, I managed to lose most of the extra weight I gained) with a cropped cashmere sweater and some biker boots , I let my wavy hair down and put on the basics; red lipstick and eyeliner and went to have brunch with the girls at the avenues.
The four of us meet at Gia , it was busier as ever since it was a saturday and everyone was here. We ordered our breakfast and people watch.
“ zayoon tha3fty mashallah good job” my friend Munira says
“ wai akheran ta3abt it was basically green juices and eggs!”
“ noo I can’t not have carbs”
So we talk about us and boys and diets and travel and I’m totally relaxed and chill. And I spot this familiar gorgeous someone. Yoga guy. The table across from me with his family , parents, two women my age , sisters? Or wife ? No idea
Our eyes locked for a moment and he smiled and I smiled back.
* 3ash min shafich” I recieved a text
