Once upon a time, I was a normal girl
with a normal life. My friends were by my side, and my family tried their best
to make me happy. I woke up in the morning thinking about who to go out with
and where. It was mostly with my friends or parents. I used to travel whenever
I felt like it, and when I traveled I bought everything I wanted. My life used
to be simple; it was predictable.
If you asked me what I really wanted,
I would say I want a challenge. I want something to break the routine.
"aby action eb 7ayaty!" I used to complain to my friends. Shaikha
would then reply to me "I don’t want to change a thing, I’m rich,
beautiful and everyone wants to be in my place which makes it the more
exciting". The girls and I laughed it off, accusing Shaikha of having a
big ego. Yet, now when I think about it, she was right.
My life, at the moment, is all over
the place. My friends that I used to spend most of my time with don't
appreciate me being around. Except for Dalia, she has been loyal. My parents,
in addition, are trying their best to provide me with the things that I want,
but they can barely afford them. It has been a huge transition for me and I'm
trying to cope. I used to think its going to be easy, but life proved me wrong.
All the action I once asked for is stirring my life into a continuous battle of
"what am I supposed to do know?"
So here I am asking you, what would
you do if you were in my shoe? I hope that no one ever goes through what I'm
going through right now because its sad. However, if you can just dream it,
what would you do?
Its the most frightening question. It
might be the only question that I hardly find answers for. Everything happened
to me so unexpectedly. All the problems just hurled the door open and stepped
into my life. I, on the other hand, had to have the strength in order to tackle
them one by one.
Currently, my problem is choosing
between Wahab and Saud. Everyone keeps telling me that I’m crazy just thinking
about it. "Choose Saud! Tell me one thing that Saud can't give you and
Wahab can?" Dalia asked me the other day. I wanted to answer her, but the
words were nowhere to be found. I stayed silent while this question haunted me
the whole day.
Looking at my current situation, I
think that I'm cursed and blessed at the same time. I see my friends walking
around malls pointing at whatever they want and they get it, but I can't do
that. They drive the best luxurious cars when I don't. All they talk about are
countries that I haven't been to in a very long time because we can't afford
it. I keep thinking "why me? What did I ever to deserve this?” Yet, I
always end up saying el7imdla, because there are a lot of people out there who
barely have anything to eat, when I have a feast three times a day. Homeless
people increase in numbers daily, so I thank god that I have a roof over my
head. A lot of young girls lead a fake life where their friendship is based on
appearances. However, in my case, I know now who my real friends are and who
only cared about what I owned. I asked god to add some life into my years, so
he took away everything that was preventing me from being internally happy. In
return, he gave me the love of two people who would do anything for me, my
parents. He helped me appreciate every little thing, and never take anything
for granted. He also gave me the chance to choose between two gentlemen, who
want to take me for who I am.
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I was really nervous, I didn’t want
to bump into either Reema nor Shaikha.
Dalia: waay Lama! Lat7asiseeny enna
uhma elwa7edeen elly bekonon mawjoden! Fe alf wa7da g3day ma3ahum!
Me: madry Dalia, o aslan ma3ndy shay
albisa!
I lied.
Dalia: Lama pls latnarfzeeny! Ra7
tyeen qa9bin 3alaich
She hung up the phone.
She invited all our friends from
university over at her house. Reema and Shaikha will be there for sure. I just
didn’t feel like seeing them. You know when you get butterflies in your stomach
because of how nervous you are? Except the butterflies’ aren’t fluttering
happily, instead they're biting my insides with every move.
My phone vibrated, it was a message
from Dalia: You will bring your butt here at 6 pm, no excuses accepted.
Iff.
I'll just stay there for a couple of
hours, what could go wrong?
I dragged myself to my closet room
and stood there thinking of what to wear. I wanted to wear all the expensive
things I have, so they don't have an excuse to look down on me.
I wore a Miu Miu dress, with my Lady
Dior grey patent handbag. I paired it with my Lanvin flats. I made sure to wear
the Bvlgari Serpenti watch Saud gave me. I finished my look with diamond
earrings and a Cartier necklace my dad got me a while ago. It was a simple rose
gold chain with 8 diamonds.
I asked my mother for her car and I
hit the road. With every minute I get closer to Dalia’s house, the more I feel
nervous. Please god, let this night pass peacefully.
I arrived at Dalia's house at about
6:30. I called her.
Dalia: aloo
Me: ana barra
Dalia: haw deshay
Me: fee a7ad?
Dalia: ee bas Farah o Hessa
Me: ok
I walked inside the house straight to
their living room. As soon as Hessa and Farah saw me they stood up to greet me.
They were very nice people.
After a while, more people started
coming, still no sign of Reema or Shaikha. Whew!
Razan and Maha came in with cupcakes
in their hands. Everyone was excited because they bake the best cupcakes in
town! As soon as Maha spotted me she came running.
Maha said a little too loudly: waay
Lamo laish magilteeely???
Me: haww 3an shnu??
Maha: enich enkhi6abtayyy
Me: ha?
--: mnu enkha6ab?
Someone shouted excitedly.
I looked at the person walking
towards us. She was as surprised as I am. She was Shaikha.
Maha: bint khalty galatly enna Saud
Al***** kha6bich!
My eyes widened: shnu? Mnu galaha hal
kalam?
Suddenly all the girls gathered around
us eagerly listening to what we have to say.
Maha gasped realizing something:
abaih sorry ma kintay tabeen etgolen 7ag a7ad?? Walla asfa bs everyone is
talking about it 3abaly nishartaw el khabar!
Hala: waay mashallah allah yhaneekum
wayed ymd7oon el walad!!
Maha: eee 7ada eyanin uhwa e9eer 7ag
bint khalty, 7abeebty egray 3ala 3umrich everyone is jealous hehe
I just looked at them, speechless.
Who was responsible for this rumor?
Hessa: ya 7afeth laish
magilteelena??? Enshallah 3ad ta3zimena 3ala el 3rs :p
Maha: haha ee mashallah shakla bekon
the wedding of the century lazim aroo7la
I was just about to clear things up
when Shaikha found her tongue,
Shaikha: o laish the wedding of the
century ballah?
Jealous? It shows from the way her
nostrils were flaring. I'm enjoying this.
Maha: haw entay sma3tay mnu kha6ebha
mashallah Lama walla 3ainy 3alaikum barda allah yhaneekum.
The attention the girls were giving
me was divine. It was like I just became the queen of the universe.
Shaikha was eyeing me the whole time.
I just smiled.
Dalia: ya7mara magilteely enna its
official! Mabroook!!
Umm. I’ll tell her it’s a
misunderstanding.. later.
Leena, a girl I barely talked to
faj2a yaytny: mabrook 7abeebtyy 3ad hal wedding lazim ashoofa hahaha
Other girls came and repeated the
same thing. I was really enjoying the attention. These are the girls that I’m
surrounded with, they befriend you because of your name and social status. Now,
everyone wants to be my friend because of Saud. I know they wont be real
friends, but the attention is lovely.
Razan: akeed uhwa yayiblich el qalb?
Me: uhh la mu uhwa
I didn’t want to clear things up
anymore.
Razan: 3ayal shyablich goleelinaa??
Ligafa much? Bs yalla laish ma
atfalsaf? :D
Me: hehe yably hathy
I pointed to the watch.
"oh mashallah" “wayd 7ilwa”
the girls said.
Shaikha grunted: o laish
masharaiteeha entay? Laish emkhalya erayal yshtrelich eyaha? Nag9---
Don't you dare out me in front of
these people.
I cut her off: la 7abeebty mu ana
elly gaylatla uhwa yayibha min nafsa :)
She continued giving me death stares.
It’s fascinating what jealousy can do. The girls spent the remaining of the
evening trying to suck up to me so I would invite them to my
"wedding". It got me thinking, people started giving me attention
upon knowing I was about to marry a rich man. Even though it’s just a rumor. To
be honest, I liked this attention. I don't even want to think about how they'll
treat me if I marry Wahab. I will be a nobody, and it’s really hard to live
when you're socially unaccepted.
I excused myself and faj2a everyone
wanted a hug goodbye, except for Shaikha of course. I don't know why Reema
couldn't come; I really wanted her to see this.
After I got home and changed my
clothes, I decided to go sit with my mom. I wanted to try my luck. If I were to
marry Wahab, what will my mothers reaction be? And how to test mother better
than to come up with a fake story and compare it my life?
Me: yuma thak elyoom ga3da agra qi9a
enna wa7da 7abat wa7id o 6ala3 faqeer maskeena o ehya ya3ny ma 3alaiha ga9er. Bs
mahamha enna uhwa faqeer o galatla enna ehya taby. 3ad maskeena ahalha marethaw
fee
Mom: wee maskeena, laish marethaw fe
damhum e7ibon ba3ath?
My eyes lit up: hehe madry!! Y3ny lo
9ayra feeny el qi99a terthoon eb wa7id faqeer??
My heartbeats accelerated, I was
hoping for the best but expecting the worse.
Mom: la 6ab3an! Shbegolon 3anna enas?
Ga6en bint'hum 3nd 7afy emnataf?
It was like a slap on the face. I
have no idea why my mother cares about what people say! Its as if what they
think about us actually matters!
I got up,
Mom: shfeech za3altay laykon 9ij?
Me: ahah laa :)
If only you knew.
I decided to go to sleep and ache
over it in the morning.
