Noura's POV:
I remember I shed a lot of
tears.
I remember my heart was hurting in a
way that i have never experienced before.
I honestly thought I might die
because it was aching so bad.
I vaguely remember shouting and
screaming but all that came out of my mouth were mere whimpers.
In my head was a maze of thoughts and
what if's ..
A dark forest of sadness and regret..
A vast ocean of tears.
I remember I hated myself..
I hated everyone..
I can still feel a sting in my heart
when I remember waking up to see my mother and sister crying.
Even Mit3eb shed a few tears.
I remember waking up in shock, why
are they crying? Do they think I'm dead?
I wanted to tell them that I was fine
and that I'm still alive, but I felt searing pains as soon as I moved my head.
I felt my throat all dry and heavy.
My heart beats accelerated by the
second, I wanted to know the reason behind their tears!!
They still hadn't noticed that i was
awake, so I tried talking but no sound came out.
Am I dead? Is this what death feels
like???
Thankfully, my mother noticed my
movements and came rushing to me. A few seconds later they all gathered around me bombarding me
with questions.
My head was about to explode, and I
felt a little sick.
"Shisalfa? Shfekum
tabchon?" I managed to whisper to my mother.
She tried sugar coating it..
She tried to make it seem like it was
no big deal..
She tried to spill it out quickly
hoping I would somehow not hear the horrible news.
But how could I not?
How could I act as if it was a normal
occurrence in my life?
How could my heart not break into a
million pieces hoping and praying that it was all a dream?
I felt a part of my soul die after I
heard that my baby..
The small human that was growing
inside of me..
The small person I grew attached to
everyday.
My baby had died.
It was a very bad phase in my life
that I had stored in a small part in my brain and hid it deep deep waaay deep
down. Its a memory I like to think of more like a scene from a movie than my
actual life.
I was so horrible, especially to
Mit3eb. I don't know why but I hated him, as if this was his fault.
Later, I realized what was obvious
from the beginning.
Of course its not his fault, hathy
kitbat raby o enshalla y3awethna bedal el yahel 3asher.
Now I feel like he hates me because
I've been treating him so bad.. Mayinlam el9araa7a..
Kint kela mnaafsa o wayed aroo7 3ind
umy..
Awal shay kan ejamel we7awel elaa6if
eljaw bs ana ma9akht'ha o uhwa gam e3a9ib o mayig3ad blbaait..
I over-reacted, and now the old
Mit3eb is back!!
Al7een ga3da a7awel arathyy eb shatta
el6uruq bs maku fayda!!
Yoom min el ayam ga3adt ma3a Mit3eb..
"Mit3eb, 7abeeby, Elyom ahalik
bero7on eshalaaih khanro7 ma3ahum," I said as I moved closer to him on the
couch.
"Maly khilg," he said
looking at the TV.
"Yalla 3ad Mit3eb shda3wa
minzimaan mo ray7een elshaalaih!! O eljaaw mal ba7ar," I said.
"Noura gitlich maly khlg etha
btro7en ro7ay ma3ahum!" He breathed.
:(
"Ok 3ala ra7tik," I said as
I got off of the couch.
He's so cold!
After a while he came to our room,
"Umy tawha daga tgoly ta3alaw
ma3ana eshalaih.. Entay gaylatlaha tkalimny?" He asked angrily.
"Laa! Walla makalamt'ha!!"
I said quickly.
He gave me a cold stare and walked
away.
Chills ran up and down my spine.
He came back, "Esa3a 4 bamshy
lata2akhirain!"
Okk ay awamer thanya?:) iff
enarfiz!!!
I started packing our bags, adding
our pajamas, bed sheets, bathing suits and all the other things.
7ail astanis asawy list elashya elly
ba76hum bljan6a. also, I love crossing out the items as I add them into the
bag. I'm sad, I know. :(
7ata wana msawya list o 7alty 7ala
eyeely sh3oor eny nasya shayy!!:)
I started going through the stuff and
making sure everything is in the bag when Mit3eb stormed into the room.
He widened his eyes when he saw me,
"Makahlastaay?!!!"
"Emballaa bas bageely
shwaya," I said.
"Ana mo gayilich 3 entay
zahba???" He said.
"Laa!! Gtly 4!!" I said.
"Noura!! Ana adryy shnu gilt!!
Yallaa bsr3aa khalsaayy ana na6rich ta7at!" He roared.
Staghferallahhh yaraby!!! Many gadra
asta7mila!!!!
I quickly changed and called Leen to
bring the bags downstairs.
I went downstairs ..
"Wain elaghrath?" Mit3eb
asked.
"Ka al7een Leen btyeebhum,"
I said.
We waited for two minutes..
"Kil hathaa tyeeb laghrath!
Wainhum!!" Mit3eb said.
"Madryy 3anha!! Leeeen," I
called.
She didn’t answer.
"LEEEN!" Mit3eb bellowed.
"Yesss sir," she said as
she hurried to us.
"Waain aghraath??" He
asked.
"Shnu aghrath?" She acted
clueless.
"Elly gitlich etnazlenhum!"
I said.
"Entay maku ygol shay!" She
said.
Kalbaaaa:)
"Leeeen latyaanineeeny tawny
gaylatlich!!!" I said.
"Roo7ay yebeehum bsr3a e7na
bnirkab elsayara," Mit3eb instructed.
"Etnaarfizzz," I muttered
under my breath.
"Shgltay?" Mit3eb asked.
"Leen etnarfiz kila
mchathbatny," I said as I got into the car.
"A9lan elmafroth mati3tamdain
3alaiha o entay ejablen shghlch bro7ich," he snapped.
Of course :))
We stayed quiet the whole way to the
shalaih.
I'm trying my best to make things
work but he's not helping at all!!
3ad I had this whole night planned
3ashan shway asa7la o yertha 3alaay..
After everyone went upstairs, I
turned to Mit3eb..
“Khanroo7 nig3ad 3al ba7ar..” I
suggested.
“Maly khilg baroo7 anam,” he said.
“Mit3eb please!!! Minziman maga3adt
ma3ak!!” I begged.
He sighed, “enzain yalla.”
We went outside, took off our
slippers and started walking silently by the beach. The salty air tickled the
back of my neck and played with the strands of my hair.
The moon was a beautiful round shape
that lit up the night sky; it’s reflection swayed beautifully on the calm ocean
waves.
The smell of the ocean swam through
my nostrils giving me the urge to just forget everything and jump!
I closed the gap between Mit3eb and I
and reached for his hand. I tried holding his hand but I think he’s pushing
mine away…..
Wow, just wow.
Bs mara7 akhaaleek!! Bamsik eeda
gha9ib!!
I reached for his hand again and
enveloped mine onto his before he can move them away.
“Walaht 3alaik,” I whispered.
He didn’t reply.
My heartbeats started accelerating,
why is he being so cold?
“Shlonik ma3a el dawam? Minziman
masolaftly..” I said trying to start a conversation.
“Zain,” he said sternly.
A chill ran up my spine. I’m not sure
if it’s from this bitterness or from the moist air.
The sand tickled my feet as they dove
deep into it. The feeling was nice except for the small shells and rocks that
got in the way.
“O shloon Nasser o Mohamad rab3ik?” I
asked.
“O laish tis2leen 3anhum?” he asked.
“Umm madry awal kint kela tsolif
3anhum o faj2a fachait,” I said.
“Ya3ny wayed ehimich et3arfeen
shlonhum?” he snapped.
I stopped walking and turned to him.
The words started piling up in my mind and my heart started thudding in my
chest. Its like all I can hear now is the rhythm of my heartbeats.
“Way Mit3eb shfeek?” I said.
“Mafeeny shay, yalla khanrid ta3abt,”
he said as he continued walking.
I held his arm and turned him towards
me, I’m sick of keeping this inside of me all this time.
“Mit3eb goly shfeek!! 7aail
mitghayer! 9ayer 7ata matishtihy tshoofny laaaish???” I asked.
“Noura latsaween aflaam mafeny shay!”
he said.
“Shoof!! Min meta tkalimny eb hal
isloob!!” I said pointing at him.
“Shfee islooby ba3ad?” he asked.
“Ethahir enta mo 7as eb nafsik shloon
ga3ed et3amilny!! Mit3eb meta akher marra gilna salfa wa7da 3ala ba3ath’ha min
ghair la nit’hawash??? Ana shsawaitlik 3ashan t3amilny chthy???” I said a
little too loud.
“Ya3ny matadreen entay shmsawya???
Min tewafa el yahel wintay mi3tafsa 7altich mata7shmeen elly jedamich!” he
shouted.
“Ok a3teref enny kint ghal6anaa bas
ana marait eb 7izzin!! Elly 9arly mo shwayaa Mit3eb lazim ta3therny!!!” I said.
“La walla??? Ya3ny bs entay elly
maraitay eb 7izin? Tara mithel ma elly tewafa wildich tara uho wildy o mithel
matiga6a3 galbich marra ana teg6a3 alf marra!! Bs mo ma3nata enny as7aab 3ala
el 3alam wely fee!!” he roared.
My head was crowded with thoughts and
regrets. The sound of my heartbeats got louder and the thumping in my head
continued.
I felt a lump form in my throat and
hot fat tears fall down my cheeks.
“Getliik enyy asfaa Mit3eb shnuu
tabeeny asawy akthar min chthyy?? O al7een ana ga3da a7awel aratheek warid
kilshay nafs gabel bs enta mo mkhaleeny!!!” I said.
“7ilwa hathy mo mkhaleeny!!! Noura mo
3ala kaifich kil ma 9ar lich shay titghayirain 3alaay o ta7gireeny machiny
raylich!! 7eta tmur 3alay ayaam madry entayy wainich 7ata matabeen
tkalmeeny!!!” he shouted.
I covered my face with my hands and
sobbed. I had so many words to say but they don’t want to come out.
A part of me was wishing that this is
just a horrible nightmare and that I might wake up any second now.
“O hathy mo awal marra tsaweenha
feeny!! 7ata awal ma 7amaltay 3amlatly feeha ana ally aby umy o magdar astaghny
3anhaa o tharbatny bil7ai6 machiny adimy 3indich bil bait!!” he said.
“Mit3eb bs please lat9aarikh!!!” I
said between my sobs.
“La ba9arikh!! Mo entay tabeen
t3arfeen shfeeny??? Ka ga3ed agoolich!!” he said.
His face turned into different shades
of red. I think that if I looked closely I might see fumes coming out of his ears.
He was so angry that he was shaking.
“Enzaain khalaa9 Mit3eb ya3ny
shinsawyy al7eeen??” I asked. Seriously, what do we do after this fight? How do
we get it over with?
“Barid el shalaih,” he said as he
turned around.
“La7thaa!!” I shouted as I grabbed
his arm and turned him towards me.
“Khalaaaa9 Nouraa rasy m9adi3!!!
Tukfain lat7ineeen!!!” he snapped.
A vein on his forehead popped.
“Mo ga3da a7in bs Laih meta o e7na
chthy!!!” I said.
Our voices were growing louder and
our hearts were beating faster, the air around us was so electric and scary.
The ocean that was once so peaceful now looked menacing, like it might envelop
us in a huge wave and drag is deep down into its stomach.
“Madry!!” he said.
“Shlon matadry?? E9ara7a ana maby
a3eesh chthyy!!! 7ata magdar atfaham ma3ak!!” I said.
He widened his eyes, “ma7ad qa9bich
3ala elshay elly matabeena!!”
“Embalaa!! Enta elly qa9ibny eny
a3eesh chthy!! kilshay asawy mo 3ajbik o tkalminy o nafsik eb kashmik!! Bas
ta3aabt!! Madry meta eb tit3adal!” I said.
“La wallaa?! Tadreen shloon tray7een
nafsich min hal ta3aab?” he shouted.
“La wallaa madrryy!!” I said.
“Noura entaay….. entay 6alig!!!” he
shouted.
I don’t think I can feel my legs
anymore.