My name is Nouf(6)

I stepped into the wataniya airways plane the next morning. The hostess immediately greeted me and led me to my big, wide seat. I couldn’t smile; I couldn’t even take my shades off. My eyes were puffy from last night's hysterical crying and I didn’t bother wear any makeup.



I literally threw my body on the seat. I sighed and stared out of the window. The sun shone brightly, directly into my eyes.


"Thank you" a close masculine voice spoke to the air hostess.



"No problem sir" the air hostess smiled and walked away.



I flinched as he adjusted his weight on the seat next to mine. He wasn’t so close yet I could smell him and feel him moving. He smelled awful. As if he was out in the dessert or something.


I looked him up from head to toe; I didn’t care if he noticed me looking. I didn’t care about anything at all. He was wearing gray sweatpants. A white polo shirt and a navy coat. And was wrapping a"chmagh" around his neck. Yes a "chmagh"!


"yummah ana bil 6ayara" he said while holding the phone in his hand . He was obviously recording something to his mother.


I was looking at him all the time. He shut his phone and turned to look at me. He smiled and looked away.






It was about fifteen minutes in the flight, the seat belt signs had switched off, and we were taking off. I breathed with relief. I felt relaxed as soon as the air craft was no longer touching the Kuwaiti soil.


I started counting very slowly with my eyes closed, and that worked because by the time I reached thirty nine I was already moved to dream land only that I wasn’t dreaming.

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I stepped into the large hotel lobby, suddenly finding myself in such perfect surroundings. This would be my perfect weekend getaway in my normal days but I just couldn’t feel it, this wasn’t a normal day.






My hair was frizzy and my skin was dehydrated and itched so badly. I was fully aware that I looked like complete, utter crap. I was also aware of the familiar face that was standing next to me at the counter. The guy from the plane was there, standing right next to me.


"I was wondering if you had a room available." I said to the foreign woman behind the counter.


"Yes actually there is a plenty of excellent choices for you Madame" she smiled widely while tapping on the keyboard before her. "Would you like a single or perhaps a junior suite?"



"I-I'm not sure about the suite since I-"

"Suite a7sanlich" the guy from the plane said interrupting me. I turned to look at him ,surprised.



"You need it" he said while looking down at his phone's screen and before I could say something, he left with the room's key in his hand.



"mako faida Kuwaiti" I muttered under my breath.



" So, have you decided miss?" she said, the smile never leaving her friendly face.



"The suite. I'll take the suite"


I dropped my travel bag on the floor as soon as I was inside the "junior suite". It was huge, modern, beautiful but most importantly it was unfamiliar.


I skipped everything and headed straight to the huge white bed centered the tastefully cream bedroom.


I ran my hand on the soft white sheet and turned to look out at the floor to ceiling window which showed a beautiful view of a large blue pool. The surface of the water glittered from the ray of sunlight reflecting against it. It looked beautiful, safe, and calm.
I could drown in it. I would drown in it. So calm, beautiful, safe…


My heart throbbed. Ouch, that hurt. I needed a painkiller. I opened my purse and took out a packet of Panadol Actifast, a bottle of multi vitamins and a another bottle of Brufen.


I washed down a couple of panadol. Ouch, the pain didn’t go away! It actually intensified.


I took two more. Oh god I couldn’t take it anymore! I should try Brufen. It's stronger. Yes yes it should take the pain away.

 

Oh god my heart is burning, it's so hot in there, I needed a swim. I don’t care if it's cold outside, I should take a quick swim and I shall feel better afterwards.





dying in a swimming pool in a five stars hotel in Bahrain was never the plan...

my name is Nouf (5)

"We just had a small fight, it was nothing" I blew my nose.



"What do you mean by nothing? You look like a widow" Noura said.


"It was my fault I upset him but it's all going to be fine in the morning, I'll call him and apologize" I mumbled while rubbing my wet eyes hard.

Noura came to sit next to me and touched my arm gently. " 7abeebtii you look horrible, please tell me what really happened?"


" mojarrad argument 3adii! But I got emotional, I'm getting my period that’s why" I lied.


"I'm sorry" she rested her head on my shoulder and then my heart shredded into million tiny pieces but I had a slight ray of hope that made me able to breathe.






I didn’t sleep all night. I tossed and turned in bed and was grabbing my phone so hard that I could feel my hand  leaving a trail of sweat on the phone's screen.


I was going crazy lying there doing nothing, I couldn’t sleep and I couldn’t even cry. So the unthinkable happened. I threw on a large jumper, took my car keys and rushed downstairs. I turned the engine and drove straight to his house.
I parked in front of his house and called him. I waited for him to pick up but he didn’t, I called again and still he didn’t pick up so I decided to get in. his parents were travelling so it was only him and the maids. I pressed the buzzer and waited for a response.






Nothing.






I pressed the buzzer again. No response.


I gave up and decided to wait. I sat on the wet porch. It was cold, actually freezing. I stared at the sky; it was star less tonight. I rested my head against the grand gate and closed my eyes. "besmillah el rahman al raheem" I murmured and that was the last thing I said before I lost connection with this world.




"Nouf!" a loud voice interrupted my joyful, dreamless sleep. What the fuck are you doing here??"


"hmm" I grunted.


"eshyaybich hnee?? Tabeeny adig 3l shir6a!!" the voice was getting higher.


My eyes cracked open. "Huh? Oh, Faris I…um.."




"Are you stalking me??" I could see his eyes widening with disbelief.


"No, no! Faris I came to apologize…" I said with my sleep filled voice. I could feel my throat tighten.


"Apologize for what?? What part of "I don’t want you" you are failing to understand?"


Painful, warm tears collected in the corners of my eyes. And my heart throbbed with pain. "I love you" I whispered between tears.



" etha mari7tay al7een tara wallah…" was he threatening me?




"Why are you doing this to me?? hal kethir hint 3leeek??" I cried. "I hate you so much!! You heartless piece of…" and before I even realized what was happening I felt his big hand gripping my arm hard and walking me to my car. He overpowered me. I couldn’t do anything but cry and beg for help.
He opened my car's door furiously and threw me on the driver's seat. "sem3eeny 3adil, mu entail elli etyeen 3ind bab baiti wetsabebeeli fethee7a o qalaq, emshai bil 6eeb la tara wallah betshofeen shai 3umrich mashifteeh, o la ashoof rig3at wayhich again, fahma?" and with that he slammed the door violently on me that I screamed and jumped with fear.


My hands shook furiously and I tried to move but couldn’t. I started to turn over the engine but failed miserably. I was in total shock and that shock paralyzed me! I reached for my phone with difficulty, tried with the little power that was left in me to dial shaikha's number. I succeeded. Luckily for me Shaikha picked up straight away.



"ta3alai bait f-faris bsir3a" I said in a low, drained voice.


"Oh god! Nouf?? Noufa? Whats wrong? Ok ok kani yaya" she yelled, panic was filling her soft voice.

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A soft plumped object brushed against my face as I opened my eyes slowly. All I could see was white; I was sleeping against a soft, white pillow which wasn't mine. I was sure there wasn’t a single white pillow on my bed. I turned to my other side slowly, feeling my long brown hair slapping against my shoulders.


"She awoke!" a familiar voice spoke.


"shhh, roo7ai yibeelaha mai!" another familiar voice muttered. It was Noura  but I couldn’t hear her properly.



My entire body ached, I moaned. There had obviously been a breakup disaster. And I obviously had lost consciousness. How was I supposed to face my friends after all that they said about Faris? after all the warnings!
"where am I? I mumbled.



"You're in my bedroom noufie, shame on you to not recognize it!" Shaikha snapped.


"why am I here?"

"because-"

" I want to go" I said, interrupting her.


"go where??" Shaikha said. "your'e too weak to move"


"Here's your water babe!" Noura rushed to my bedside with a glass of water in her hand.


"To Bahrain" I myself couldn’t believe the sudden decision.





---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I packed lightly for the first time in my life. I didn’t even see what I was packing. I stuffed whatever reached my sight. My parents weren’t an issue because my cousin was studying there and I visited her on a monthly basis.

Why Bahrain? I always thought of it as my sanctuary. The only place in the world that made me feel at home after Kuwait; my real home town. And at this moment home didn't feel like one, so I had to run, I had to protect myself or else I'd die.

Little did I know that even running to china couldn't save me from the heartache. A heartbreak is a heartbreak, you could never run from it...

my name is Nouf (4)

sorry for the long wait my dear readers but alot have happend and I'm...sorry? :$ , hope you enjoy the post ;*



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I inserted the bunny ears on top of my head and applied another coat of lips gloss. I was all dolled up and ready for the annual costume party at my friend Zaina's house.



I was a playboy bunny, sexy, funny and something Faris would like. Yes I had planned to show him my costume, I'd excuse myself from the party and we'd work something out.



Shaikha's driver was already waiting for us downstairs, Shaikha and Noura were already at my house since we always get ready for parties together, it's something we used to do since we were in high school and it became a tradition. Shaikha was dressed as Jessica Rabbit, she was ravishing, sexy and her tiny waist made me slightly jealous. Anyone else wouldn’t look this gorgeous wearing a bright red wig, I thought. Noura on the other hand was a "manoush" as she referred to it; she was a gypsy girl.




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Girls looked like dolls in all shapes and sizes. I made my way between a packed crowd of swaying bodies, different colors, different shapes, sizes and looks. My head spun so I looked away and focused on Zaina's welcoming, warm grin. Zaina looked gorgeous as ever in an orange, sparkly retro, one shoulder jump suit. She extended her arms towards us and we all hugged her at the same time. "waaaai I'm so happy that you're here! I thought you couldn't make it because of jetlag" she yelled.


"walaw! Of course we'll make it!" I said and kissed her cheek.


" haw 6umasha shlon en6awif" Shaikha said and we all laughed. We chatted for a few minutes and then Zaina excused herself to greet more guests and we sat in a place right before the dance floor.


The girls danced, chatted and ate while all I did was glancing at my phone every now and then. I wanted to go see Faris and I wanted to do it while I still looked fresh.


"eshfeech et7ineeen??" he texted me.


"don’t you wanna see me?"


"aren’t you suppose to be in a party??"


"yes but I thought we agreed on…you know ;) "


" what? Why cant you just enjoy your time without including me in everything?"


" :S "

"fine, 6il3ay!"

"ok ;*"


I excused myself and rushed to my car and perhaps told a little white lie to cover what I was about to do. I told Faris to meet me somewhere nearby Zaina's house.




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I parked and waited for him to arrive. Twenty minutes have passed and he didn’t show up.


Fifty minutes.


An hour.


I had to call. I dialed his number and he picked up on the second ring. "wainik?!!!"


" on my way" his voice came at the other end of the phone so calmed and that erritated me.


" Faris tara sarli sa3a an6ir!!" I yelled.


"latsarkheen! Getlich I'm on my way. Bye" he hung up on me. HE HUNG UP ON ME!


Blood rushed to my veins and I started grinding my teeth. I felt like screaming on top of my lungs but I sighed heavily and rested my forehead against the steering wheel instead.


A few minutes later I heard a gentle knocking on my car's window. I quickly looked up and saw his face.


I rolled down my window. "Why don’t you come inside?" I offered.


He got in the passenger's seat and closed the car's door behind him. " entai min sijich 6al3a chethi with your bunny ears?? fiskhay ba3ad??"


" 3adii mako a7ad!"


" kil hatha mako a7ad! ekoon eb 3ilmich its 9:30!" he yelled.


"you're the one who made me wait!"


"chub!" he said and I couldn’t believe what I heard.


"wh-what?" I said almost whispering. I was utterly shocked.


" getlich chub! Why are you so selfish?? It's all Me-Me-Me with you! You think life revolves around you only?? For your information I have a life! Moo bes ental eb 7ayati! Grow the fuck up! You won’t change ever would you?"



I started to shiver but I wasn’t cold. " I… I'm sorry"


"I don’t want a girl like you Nouf. I need an independent, real woman. You hear me? Real woman! Bes 3iftich entai mara7 ete3adelain, wela ebnayya hal 7azza te6la3 chethi?? entai kellish mu san3a!"


A single tear crept down my cheek and I looked down. "I can change, I can be better! I am the one for you Faris, I can prove it! Please Faris…I love you!" I was sobbing hysterically now.






"Drama queen" he said. "lawa3tai chabdi I should have known that you are just a mindless, selfish girl who cares about nothing in the world but herself and the new season's shoes!"






"You know I'm not like that" I croaked. My voice has disappeared and I wasn’t even sure that he heard me.


" I love you" I said between sobs.


"spare me"


"I swear! Wallah el3atheem amoot 3alayk…you are my life Faris! Please give me a chance!"


" you are pathetic" he said calmly. " go back to your party allaa yastir 3alaych"


"r-right" I mumbled.


" I don’t want to hear from you ever again" he said without looking at me. He unlocked the door and left the car.




you could say I learned the true meaning of the words "cry me a river".

My name is Nouf (3)

"el sa6i7??" disappointment filled my voice.


 " agool 7asellich hal sa6i7, wait and see"

I shot him a resentful look, I hated when he talked to me like that but I rarely said anything. " akhaf a7ad echikna? Mu mamnoo3?"

"Nothing is illegal or forbidden for Faris alfulani , nesaitai meno your boyfriend?"He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, show me what you got"

*weddii a6ega ;@* I wrote a BBM message to Shaikha.


*3a6eeh afa :D*


*ahahahah nathla shaikho!* I snorted with laughter as I read her message.

"shfeech teth7ekeen?" Faris frowned a little.

" just a joke" I said quickly.

He ignored me. " yalla wesalna"

I said nothing as he led me outside the elevator and into that large, opened roof. It looked like a place out of a movie. Romantic, chic and expensive! Everything looked so costly, from the large bed in the center of the spacious roof which was consisted of cream sheets and big gold cushions, the round small table with the two cream chairs and the delicious looking food and drinks on the table.

"I concede. You were right about this place" I was very impressed.


"Told you, mu 3ajibha ba3ad elklba" he spanked my butt.

"Hey ya qaleel el adab!" I shouted involuntarily.

" mu chethy esiboon yal…"



"I'm…I…I'm sorry!" I stuttered pathetically, he sometimes scared the shit out of me.

"Masawayt shai '3ala6! Entai malti, sa7 wela la2?" his voice softened and he asked although my answer didn’t really matter to him.


"Yes". I answered robotically.


"How did you manage all this?" I asked, still in surprise. "It's…beautiful"

He took my hand and we sat on the large, luxurious bed. He opened his wallet and pulled out a big wad of cash and three credit cards and he threw them on my lap. "Money baby" he laughed.



I took the money of off my lap and threw it on the other side of the bed. "Faris! Sh'hal 7araka el baykha!" I snapped.


He laughed. "Loosen up, eshfeech 3lai elyoum" he brushed my cheek with his pinky.


"That was unnecessary." I looked down.


" sheno? It is true. If you have the money you can buy everything. Literally everything" he gazed deep into my eyes and I shuddered. Those brilliant eyes never breaking contact for an instant. How often had those eyes held me with power and intensity? And I found myself, again helplessly in love with his perfection.

He pushed me down on the bed and wrapped his arms around me from behind. He kissed the back of my head and inhaled my hair. I turned around to face him. "tabeen etjableeni?" he asked tenderly.


I nodded. I touched his shirt at his chest, right above his heart and left my hand there for a while.


He looked down at my hand and touched it. He started examining my French manicured hand. " 7e66ai red nail polish, it's sexier"


"What's wrong with my French manicure? I thought you liked it" now it was my turn to examine my own nails.


"ethayeg elkhilg a7isich ommi" he frowned.

I hit his arm softly. "Faris!" he laughed and moved closer to me. "tabeen etbooseeni?" he almost whispered.

I kissed my finger and touched his lips with it. "eta'3ashmerain?" he asked, seriously.


I ruffled his barely there hair and examined his lovely features. "He is way too sexy he'll never be anyone's fiancé" I remembered Shaikha saying when we first laid our eyes on him. But I never really believed that. Who needs a fiancé anyway when you got the hottest boyfriend in town? Besides he never said he'd never get married.

"Can we move to the dining table please? I'm hungry" I lied. Physical interaction with Faris was a very difficult thing for me to do. Not because I wasn’t attracted to him, in fact it was the exact opposite. It's just that I was aware that a small kiss wasn’t enough when Faris was involved. It wasn’t enough at all.


I knew him way too well not to notice the utter disappointment that filled his handsome face but his arrogance didn’t allow him to show it and "yes, sure" escaped his beautiful mouth.


He moved his chair to sit next to me instead of in front of me and that delighted me. We ate our second dinner slowly, or at least he did. I kept gulping on my glass of non-alcoholic white wine.

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By the time I was about to leave it was past 3 in the morning and Faris was fast asleep with his head on my lap. I covered him with the bed duvet and left the chilling roof.

He left the next morning and I couldn’t help not missing him terribly even when  I went skiing with the girls. I secretly hoped I was in the airplane in the seat next to him.

 

to be continued...

My name is Nouf (2)

"aloo" I murmured huskily through the phone.


" hala wallla bil zain killa, eshloonich?" he said in an apparent happy tone.


" ebkhair damik ebkhair"

He laughed a little. " magilt enny ebkhair...esh3indich now?"

"It's 12 so we're staying indoors, watch a movie and stuff"

" bashoofich"

"Now?" I asked surprisingly. He caught me off guard.

"You know where my room is, 7ayyach" his voice deepened.

"But-"

"lebsai pajama I like you best when you're not trying hard" he interrupted me.

My heart started pounding rapidly, it was late but he'd be leaving tomorrow and I had to say goodbye properly. "enshalla, shwai oo ayeek" and I hung up.


I froze in my place for a second, my heart leapt and a zillion thoughts ran through my head. I didn’t know what sort of "pajama" to wear. I didn’t pack any interesting ones and my hair was dripping wet. Damn it Nouf why didn’t you wait for the morning to take this damn shower. I shook my head and made my way out of the bathroom. The girls were lying on the bed talking and the TV was on.

"Where's the hair dryer?" I asked nobody in particular.

"Over there" Shaikha pointed at the night stand.

I brushed my hair hastily and put on a long sleeved baby blue pajama that looked like anything but sexy. "ambee shaswii, 3indkum pyjama 7elwa?"

"ebtekshekheelina? Nice." Noura rose from the bed.

"I am going to meet Faroos al7een!"

" al7eeeeen? Laysh? Wayn? It's late!" Noura's eyes bulged out.

"kaifii, it's just for a few…minutes, his flight bacher o mara7 ashoofa ella lamma enrid"

" kaifech, kaifech bes please reddai ebser3a 3ashan akhaf eseer shaii"

I laughed. "Eshda3wa his room is the last room in this corridor"

" tara pyjamtich mafeeha shai, don’t change" Shaikha gazed at me.

"thaim! Chinni teenager" my voice was filled with disappointment.

" bel3ax, y3ni 'naturale' eshfeeech"

"What about my hair? My face! Aren't they way too "naturale"? 3la goultich" I mouthed in dismay.

"Remember entai elmafrooth betnameen so naturally you won't be wearing makeup". Shaikha winked.

I was ready in less than thirty minutes; I tied my hair in a neat pony tail and couldn’t help applying some concealar and vanilla flavored lip gloss. I decorated my earlobes with my small pearl earrings, inserted my feet into the hotel's white slippers, took my phone and our room's card and was ready to leave.

"la7tha Noufa nesaitai shai muhim!" Shaikha said in panic.

"sheno?" I looked at her with eyes filled with worry. 

" nesaitai talbiseen a3la ka3ab bil 3alam" she laughed hysterically and Noura joined her.

" Malat. el sharha 3lai elli ma36eetkum wai" I bit my lower lip, trying to hide my grin. My friends were crazy I couldn’t stay angry at them for long.


 
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"7ayallaah" his face lit up when he saw me outside his hotel's room. We both went inside and he closed the door behind us.



"7alaat el banaat walla bil pyjama" his eyes examined me from head to toe.

I blushed. " thank you" I was happy to say the least that we were finally together, alone.

"yesti7oon ba3ad" he grinned. "ta3alai abii hug elli e7iboon ba3ath" he extended his hands out to invite me in. I laughed.

Everything about Faris screamed "Kuwaiti" The way he looked, the way he dressed, talked and behaved. It should be a crime for a man to be that good looking, irresistibly tall and well built. There was an aura of confidence and power around him; He was the type of guy I would marry in a heartbeat.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him deeply. "hmm ree7tich 7elwa" he murmured into my ear while he placed his both arms around my waist.

"you too" I said.

He ran his fingers over my hair for a few seconds and then he pulled away. "tabeen awadeech mukan etsolfeen 3anna 7g refeejatich ba3dain?" he asked with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

I chuckled. "sheno ya3nii?"

" 3n el3ayara adrii enna you girls etefalsefoon 3la ba3ath eb hal sowalef" he grinned.

" madrii min wayn etyeeb hal sowalef" I grinned back while blushing deeply. "And where is that place you are talking about Mr. Faris?

" come with me, I'll show you" he offered me his hand and I accepted. He took his wallet, a bottle of still water and we left the room hand in hand.

My name is Nouf

Beirut

A gentle, cold January breeze ruffled my hair, leaving a tingly, gentle feeling over my soft face. I ran my fingers through my hair pulling it away from my face and pushed my deep red shade colored lips into a faux pout in an attempt to look hot in front of Faris; the love of my life. "Oh my god he is staring!" I whispered loudly to my two best friends Noura and Shaikha. Noura rolled her eyes and murmured something that I couldn’t pick up to shaikha. "I saw that. tara 3indii 3yoon" I said grudgingly.


" Nouf. Just relax!" Noura suggested boringly.


"She's right, you try so hard, you've known him for a year baby, you must feel comfortable by now? Eshda3wa kil hal khabba" shaikha added.

 "I am comfortable! What's wrong with you girls?! I just want my beauty to strike him just like when we first met" my face turned a dark shade of crimson and I bit my lower lip.


" eshda3wa lal7een mastaw3ab ennich 7elwa" Shaikha raised her left eyebrow.


I rolled my eyes. "shaikho o yahad latet7areshain, ana weyah nenyaz ok? malich she'3il"


She sipped her skimmed hot mochachino, ignoring my latest comment.



This conversation took place many times before this once and I honestly had enough with this subject that I lost the ability to get mad at their mean comments. I didn’t know why my best friends didn’t like my boyfriend or the way I behaved around him. Faris was everything I imagined in my future husband. He was Handsome, wealthy and very sweet and romantic if he was in the mood for it, so naturally I tried my best to keep him comfortable and delighted with me, I didn’t want him to look at any other girl; I wanted him with me forever and I was blindly confident that he will be someday to the point that if someone ever asked me about Faris I would say "no he's not my boyfriend, he's just my future husband".


We were sitting in grand cafe  enjoying our warm cups of coffee and a variety of desert dishes which left untouched except for that vanilla ice cream. The girls watched their figures constantly ; they had acquired a delightfully small appetite and since Faris and his friends were sitting in the table before us I couldn’t take the risk of having one bite in fear of ruining my carefully applied red lipstick.


*Noufty, we are leavin* I received a BBM message from Faris. My face fell with disappointed and I found myself writing him as fast as I could * but it's too soon, laysh? :(*


*el shabab ta3aba benro7 enrayyi7 shwai*



*oh, ok 7abeebii ;* * he read it but didn’t reply.


"kil hal khabba akhir shai begomoon!" Shaikha said while playing with a shiny, small brown curl from the pool of brown curls which was her hair.


" yooh! Y3nii el nas matertaa7? om elsaan!"



" magelt shaii!" shaikha almost screamed. I glared at her grudgingly.


. " el7emdella wishikir, yanaitaw?" Noura finally participated in our small fight.



She was so serious and I couldn’t help but burst into laughter, the girls joined me and we laughed until we cried. The waiter started giving us disapproval looks and that’s when we decided to head back to our hotel.


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I shared my hotel room with Shaikha, while Noura stayed in a large suite with her mother and little sister, but it didn’t stop her from spending the entire night with us. We were inseparable me and my two girls. Despite our silly fights and major differences we loved each other as if we were our own biological sisters.


I took off my rhinestone Bibb necklace and stared at my familiar reflection in the mirror. I ran my fingers over my soft cheeks and smoothed my eyebrows. Sometimes I saw myself flawless just like most people would say about me. By general Kuwaiti standards I was considered beyond pretty and always wondered why he rarely comments about the way I looked. Faris wasn’t like the other men I had known, he wasn’t easily impressed and that was what made me desire him even more.



"eshfeech etkhozreen eb 3umrich?" Shaikha said with her mouth full of a snickers bar she had taken from the mini bar across the room.


"Huh? Um nothing" I murmured distractedly.



" wayhech 7azeeen" she stated. " eshda3wa, whats wrong nofooo" she stood up and put her right arm around my shoulder.


My eyes watered out of the sudden but I swallowed hard and tried to hide the pain I felt at my chest. " mafeeni shai 3aadi" my voice broke.



"ashkara Faris is involved" she curled her nose.




" mamalait minna, ebser3a raa7" I said finally letting my tears down.


She sighed "come here baby"

 I placed my head on her lap and sobbed. "God I miss him so much, he left early!"


Shaikha was a typical Kuwaiti beauty. She could manage to be the hottest in a pair of Free City pants and a simple tee with her long brown curls, olive skin and pearly smile. She was effortlessly, heart achingly pretty. And she didn’t do one damn thing to earn it.



She patted my head gently. "Are you sure he misses you as much as you do?"


I pulled my head furiously from under her fingers and straightened myself. "Of course he does! Entail hatha elli fal7a feeh?!"


She chuckled. "I was just trying to solve your problem yal kalba! Khalas then latakhtheen rayey min el asas. Walla!"


"yekoon a7san"



"You do realize that we fight a lot recently because of your "Faris"?" she glared at me.


" entaw 7a6een doobkum o doobi! Getlekum I love him, he's good with me bes marrat madri shloon eseer because he is busy mu 3ashan may7ebnii"


" ashwa ennich entai elly teshtekeen, honey we are just trying to help. lamma ana o Nwair engoolich hal kalam mu ma3nata we don’t want you to be happy! It's totally the opposite, and you are fully aware that your boyfriend emgassir eb 7agich and that… 3yoona zay'3a." she clamped her hand over her mouth as soon as she realized that she gave away too much information. 

"sorry sorry wallaa I couldn’t control my mouth!" she apologized.



I sighed heavily. " Shaikha I trust him, I'm going to take a shower" I stood up and made my way to the bathroom with my BlackBerry in my right hand. I didn’t want to miss Faris if he called while I was busy showering.


When I was done showering I wrapped my head and body with the hotel's, fresh, clean towels and unlocked the bathroom's door. I was ready to make my way out of the bathroom when I  heard Faris's name. I froze.


" qaleel el adaab!  he was staring at me the whole time getlich min theech elmarra, tara khafeef o 3yoona zay'3a!" Noura muttered.


" I know, ana min awwal ma3arfta I noticed the way he looks at girls, o maskeena hal Nouf ga3da wetrage3la, I bet she noticed all that and she's in denial!" shaikha said.
"Even that time when we were having lunch with the girls last month, Taiba said that he  hit on her once, while he was with Nouf!" Noura shook her head.




" Nouf can do much better ! lo bes tesma3 kalamna hal ebnayya"


A chill shot through me. How could they talk about me behind my back? How could my two favorite people in the world say such things about me and Faris? I was starting to think that they were jealous that I got to have an amazing man like him. Screw them. I'll show them that we are deeply in love and that someday not far from today  he will propose. And that we will live happily ever after and nothing will ever stop that.



My phone vibrated in my hand making me jump and Fari's name appeared on the small screen making me forget what I had just heard. oh god I loved him so much.




to be continued...

akheeraan etgarra2t!

short story of someone I know who needs help, please share your openion ;*

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I hated my curly hair, mainly because he preferred straight, silky one. I ran my delicate fingers through my black, natural curls, checked my reflection in the rearview mirror and finally turned off my car's engine.

when I opened the chalet's front door , he was lying on the sofa , with the remote control in his right hand, snoring. he was asleep.

I touched his hand gently , freeing the remote control from his grip; he pushed me away involuntarily while he was still fast asleep. I sighed, he's a baby; my big baby.

"Khalid?" I called his name softly.

No response.

"Khalood?"

"Mmm" he murmured.

"Wake up 7abeebi"

"wakhray...wakhray 3anni banaam"

"yeet broo7ii , ana segt le hnii brooo7ii!" I muttered excitedly.

He finally opened his eyes. "laish waayed mestansaa? Awwal marra teyeen broo7ich or what?"

I was taken aback. "yes Khalid, ana akhaaf amshii masafat 6weela broo7ii , remember? especially le el chalet, ma7eb a..."

"shhh latagregeen 3la rasii wayed. yo3an" he said, interrupting me.

"oh, d-do you want me to cook you something?" I hid the pain I felt in my chest with my soft, loving words. I have never gotten used to his sudden, cold behavior towards me. He was like this most of the times, but I never had the ability to build a shield to stop getting hurt, although we have been together for six years.

"sheno eb te6bekheen y3nii?! mako shai bil kitchen and it's not like you're a great cook!"

"Why are you always so angry at me??" the words escaped my mouth , surprising both of us. I had never questioned the way he treated me, I never asked for answers neither did I complain, I was okay with everything as long as he was mine. I was so scared of losing him , but this time I didn't know what happened to me. Maybe I was PMSing or something , I really can't remember.

He watched me with shock and confusion in his beautiful, big brown eyes, but for my utter dissapointment and before he could open his mouth I walked out of the small living room and rushed into the bathroom, I locked the bathroom's door behind me and rested my back against it. Oh god, what have you done Muneera? what have you done??

A gentle knock on the door interrupted my thoughts and made me jump with fear. My eyes started getting ready to water when his masculine, familiar voice muttered my name. "Muneera" he said. " open the door 7ayaati"

"o-okay" I opened the door without hesitation and found his hand touching my cheek as soon as I was in his sight.

"I'm sorry, okay?" he muttered the words in an obvious difficulty.

"I don't believe you" I managed to shock myself again.

he sighed and rubbed his head. " Muneera! latnarfezeeni akthar min chethy!"

"excuse me?"

"what do you expect from me y3nii?? I'm khalid Al-fulani , et3rfeen sheno y3nii khalid al fulani?? y3nii I'm good looking, kil bnayya tetmanani! I'm rich, you're...not! I'm..., tadreen shloon? enty elmfrooth ta7mideen rabich enich weyay ANA!"

I stood there before him shocked beyond belief. I couldn't say a word, I wanted to cry, to beat him, to run! I didn't know what to say or do. My legs shook furiously but I managed to stand still. I closed my eyes for a moment , took a deep breath and opened them again.,

"Um, Khalid "AL-fulaani" yemken ana "not" rich , or yemken enta "a7la" menni o kil el banat yaboonik bes lo etlif el kuwait kellaha, KELLAHA maraa7 etlaagii wa7da faithful o zaina o tet7amelek nafsii! enta meno yet7amelek?? enta a9lan matta3ashaar! yallah take care!"

I took my purse and rushed outside his damned chalet.

that was a month ago. he still calls me and begs me to get back together with him. What should I do? forget him and move on or give him another chance although he does not deserve it?

yours-moi ;*