Fourteen.

A Walk Down Memory Lane..14

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"Yuma minha hal Nawal madry lail7een a7is waraha salfa," Dr. Manar said.

"Hahaha 7aram ana ksarat kha6ry," I said.

"Enzain 9ali7 galich shay thany 3anha wela bs gal enna y3arefha?" she looked at me, anticipating the answer.

"Laa magal shayy," I said with a smile.

I really liked talking to Dr. Manar, she never looked at me in an uncomfortable way or judged me. She made it so easy for me to talk to her and tell her every detail. I don’t think its because of her job, I just think that she's a really sweet person; one whom you can unveil yourself around.

"Enzaiin goleely salfat Msa3aad," she said with a grin.

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You know that feeling when you open your eyes in the morning and just feel it in your gut that this is wont be a good day? When everything spins out of your control as soon as you set foot out of your bed. Literally.

The sound of the alarm cut through my ears, skull, and entire body. It sounded so deafening in my room's silence. I pushed away the covers and slid out of bed. Before I know it, I slipped and collapsed on the ground. How? Dont even ask me.

Its been two minutes since ive been awake and im already pissed.

I walked to the bathroom, washed, and then changed quickly. If only I can go to work in my pajamas..

The traffic was unbearable on my way to work. I was so sleepy I barely slept that night. I wasn't in the mood for work, but hey, I never really was.

I entered my office dropped my bag and rushed to the coffee room. I needed caffeine in my system.

I walked by Nawal's office and found her door open. She was sitting on the desk gawking at some papers. She was obviously half asleep.

"9aba7 elkhaiir," I said as I knocked on the door.

"Halaa, 9aba7 enoor," she said.

"Wayhich nooom," I said.

"Haha siktay walla 3ady ansidi7 3ala elqanafa wanaam," she said.

"Et9adgeen khoosh fikra?" I said. I was seriously considering it.

"Eee nisait la agolich 9ali7 yitshakar minich," I said with a smile.

She widened her eyes, "gilteela ena minny???"

I told her about what happened.

"Abaaih fashlaa!!" she said.

"Haha 3adyy 3ady," I said.

"Haha 3asa 3jeba el ward," she asked.

"Eee wayed 7iluu matga9reen!" I said.

"Egool kan ma3achh bl jam3a, tathkreena?"

She smiled.

"Uhwa 6weel o jisma fit o ya3ny typical Kuwaity guy bas bedon short beige o silverado haha," I said.

"Ee chinaa 3araftaa, ya7laaila y3arifny?" she asked with a grin.

"Ee thakrichh," I said.

"Ya7lailaa," she said with a smile, then drowned deep in thought.

"6aaa3 hathyy stanisaat hahaha," I said.

"Haw abaih shakuu," her face turned in every shade of red.

"Ee wathii7," I said with a smile.

"Agool agol redayy maktibiich bs lanadeelich Msa3ad," She said.

"Hahaha yalla byee don’t cry when I'm gone," I said.

"Bara bara,"

I returned to my office and started working. I finished a few papers then started stretching. Khalas we9alt mar7ala elly bashig hdoomy many gadra akamil.

I decided to walk around the floor just to get my blood flowing. I walked in circles, peeking through some doors and annoying some people. I went to get some coffee but it spilled all over me. I mean could my day get any better? :)

"Monyaa," I heard someone call from one of the offices.

I turned around to see that it was my boss's office. I peeked inside to see Msa3ad.

Seriously, when I asked "could this day get any better" it was a rhetorical question!!

"Ta3alaayy," he ordered.

"Enshallah," I said as I walked into the office.

"Sh3indich entay ga3da t7ooseen? ma3indich shighil??" he asked.

"Bs gilt bakhith break g9eer o bakamil," I said.

"7ilwa hathy break g9eer, tara entay wayed mdal3a ro7ich," he said.

Umm..

"Yeebely el awrag elly shtaghaltay 3alaihum khanshof shighlich!!" he ordered.

Laa mabyy mabyyy!!!

"Ok.."

I went to my office and grabbed the papers and returned to his office. I stretched out my hand, "tefathal."

He ignored me and kept typing furiously on his keyboard.

"E7m.."

Enshallah ta36eeny wayh.

"76eehum 3ala el desk," he said while his eyes were still glued on the screen.

I placed them on the desk and turned to leave.

"La7thaa ana gitlich 6l3ay?? You werent excused laish tamsheen," he said finally looking at me.

"Asfa," I said.

That man needs a chill pill, seriously.

He grabbed the papers so harshly and looked through them, it looked like he was wrestling with the papers. He knotted his eyebrows and looked at me.

"Hatha tsameena shighil?" he asked.

"Laish shfe?" I asked as I walked to the desk.

"Kila ghala6 o el arqam mukanha ghala6 o mo mratab!! E7na eb sharikat ***** manaqbil shighiil ay kaalam!!" he shouted.

I just stared at him.

He threw the papers back on the desk, "3edeeehum o abyy ashofhum by the end of the day!"

Babchyy wallah.

I grabbed the papers and stormed out of the office. Shyabyy hatha yit2amar he's not even my boss iff!! Thany shay Im new here akeed baghlii6!!

I went to Nawal's office.

"Tara bathba7 Msa3ad yom min el ayam," I said as I walked in.

"Shh layismi3ich, shsawa ba3ad??" she asked.

I told her what happened.

"Abaiih mu min 9ijja," she said.

"7ada ynarfiz iff maku shaghla ghairy ana 9a7?" I said.

"3a6eeny lawrag khanashoof shisalfaa," she said.

She skimmed through the papers and told me what I had to fix. I brought the rest of the papers and we finished them together.

"Abaaaih Nawaal walla 7ady a7ibichh!! Khala9naa eb digeega wana 3adyy ag3aad sa3a 3ala wriga wa7da," I said.

"Haha 3ady ana awal mashatghalt kint chthyy bs eta3awidain ana 9arly sintain hny entay tawich mshtaghla," she said.

"Eee way khanro7 aratibhum layabchy 3alaayy momo," I said.

"g6ee3a mnu momo?" she asked.

"Msa3ad haha," I said.

"Hahaha staghferallah hatha wayha way momo? Agool ro7ay 3a6e elawrag o namay latkhooreenha zyada," she said.

It was almost the end of the day; I went into my boss's office to find Msa3ad again. Wedy agola yroo7 maktiba shnu msawela maktab 3all fathy?:)

I placed the papers quickly and left before he said anything.

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"Wee gasher hal msa3ad!!" Dr Manar said.

"7aaail!!" I said.

"3ad zafich ba3ad wela 6awafha?" she asked.

"La ashwaa, agolich 3ugub cham yoom kint ba6laa3 ma3a Rawan o Nawal,"I said.

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"Nawal mureenyy lana sayarty mafeha banzeen o maly khilg asoog," I said.

"Okk btalashnaa yalla ana al7een ba6laa3 etha sawaitlich missed call 6l3ay," she said.

After a while, Nawal called wela eb yayat 9ali7.

“Ha wain ray7a?” he asked.

“Ba6la3 ma3a Rawan o Nawal,” I said as I opened the door and he followed.

“Wain btro7on?” he asked. He stopped when he realized that my friend is picking me up.

I opened the door as Nawal took off her glasses and ran her hand through her hair. I entered the car but didn’t close the door.

“Esalam, Nawal 3adel?” 9ali7 asked.

“Wa3alaikum esalam, eee,” she said while giggling.

“Wini3im!! Shlonich?” he asked.

“Allah yin3am eb 7alik, el7imdila bkhaiir enta shakhabrik 3ugub el 7adith?” she asked.

“Wallah el7imdla wayedd a7saan!” he said.

“El7imdlaa 3asaak eb hal 7aal o a7san enshallah,” Nawal said as she flashed him a dimpled smile.

“Matga9reen, oo mashkoora ba3ad 3al cake elly dazaiteeha,” he said.

7asaait weddy a9arikh “GET A ROOM” haha machinyy ga3da bainhum. :)

“SHda3wa masawait shay tistahil kil khair,” Nawal said.

“Ok yalla khanamshy bnit2akhar 3ala Rawan,” I interrupted them.

“Yalla ma3 esalama o deru balkum bil 6reej,” 9ali7 said before he went to his car.

Nawal was grinning the whole way to 360.

Thirteen.

 A Walk Down Memory Lane..13

***Thiss post is dedicated to @Fa6oom12 because she's such an amazing and sweet girl and I loveee her!! Also she helped me with some ideas, thank youu;**<3

***Im sorry ga3da a6awel 3ala ma I post bs walla I'm so busy this week, bear with me. ;*

Today is 9ali7’s last day in the hospital. Thank God it’s a Saturday so I don’t have to ask for an early leave.

I woke up at 9, changed quickly and packed a bag of clothes for 9ali7. While I’m on the way Nawal called..

“Ahlaan,” I greeted.

“Hala feechh, ha wain 3ala allah??” she asked.

“Bsmla shdarach eny 6al3a?” I asked.

“Marait 3ala baitkum o mashftt sayartich haha,” she said, ana weyaha eb nafs el man6aqa.

“Ahh okk entay elly shm6al3ich min e9ub7, ana ray7a ayeeb 9ali7 elyoom eb y6laa3,” I said a little too excited.

“9iiij! Waay a7la khabaar el7imdila 3ala salamtaa ma baghaa!!” she said enthusiastically.

“Eee hehe,” I said.

“Enzain ta3alay uhwa a9lan laish dash el mustashfa shnu el sabab?” she asked.

“Umm.. 7adith,” I lied, I couldn’t tell her the truth.

“Wee allah y7afthaa mara thanya khal yitrakad walla hal shabab kil wa7id 6ayer blshari3 ya3ny maykhafoon 3ala 3umrhum?” she said.

“Eee walla allah y7afith’hum!” I said.

“Enzain btrdeena el bait ebroo7ich?” she asked.

“Eee uboy nayem o ma 7abait aga3da o ukhwany bil shalaih bya7droon elyoom,” I said.

“Wee chan glteely aye ma3ach asa3dech,” she said.

“La shda3waa maku shay enshallah, yalla ana we9aalt akalmich ba3ad shway,” I said.

“Eee goleely she9er ma3ach o salmay 3ala 9ali7 o goleela matshof shar enshallah,” she said.

“Umm enshallah,” I said before I hung up.

I didn’t even want to bother myself with Nawal’s situation right now because she is acting weird!!

I entered 9ali7’s room to see him eating breakfast.

“9aba7 enoor,” I said as I walked over to him and kissed his forehead. “Shlonik elyoom?”

“9aba7 elkhair! Walla el7imdilaa,” he said with a huge grin.

“3assaa, enzain yalla meta ebtamshyy?” I asked.

“Al7eeen bs walla la3et chabdyy ba6la3 min hal mukan! Bs awal lazim tkalmeen eldicatra tkhalseen el ejra2at,” he said.

“Eee al7een baroo7,” I said as I placed the bag I brought on the table. “Hathy feeha hdoomik badil o ghasil 3ala ma ayee.”

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“Nawal mo 3ajbatny,” Dr. Manar said.

“9a7? 7adha ghareeba, bs ana gilt 7aram maby a7i6 eb thimity!” I said.

“Eee yimkin 6abee3at’ha ena she cares too much!” Dr. Manar said.

“Eee yjooz,” I said.

“Enzaiin sh9ar 3alaich ma3a Msa3ad elly bildawam,” she asked with a smile.

“Waay hatha qi9ita qi9aa, bs gabil la agoolich shsawa bakamilich salfat Nawal,” I said.

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I arrived home with 9ali7 o 6ab3an mabuga shay magala 3an swagty 7asasny ams makhtha elaisan. “Chthy a7ad elif?” “Ma6abaa jidaamich matshoofeen??” ma3ana kan bainy o bain el ma6aba 3ady thalath amtar. :) O lama we9alna khatamha, “Walla madry shloon ma36enich el laisan.” :):)

“Tara al7een aridik el mustashfaa khala9 3ad hatha yezay mit3anya min e9ub7??” I said.

“Ba3ad e9ij yingal,” he said as he carefully got out of the car.

We entered the house to find my father sitting in the living room, drinking coffee and reading the morning paper.

“Haa 9ali77 we9aalt! taw manawar el bait,” he said as he got up to greet my brother.

“Hala feek, mnawer feek yuba,” 9ali7 said as he kissed my father’s forehead.

“O entay ethanya laish mata7achaain?? Chan gilteely enich btyebeen ukhooch?” my dad said.

“Yuba kint nayem o ma7abait aga3dik,” I said.

6ab3an shakhalny 3al saree3 o 9ali7 laughed the whole time.

“Ba3archibik o baridik el mustashfaa etshoof,” I whispered to 9ali7. He just erupted in laughter.

A few hours later Saad and Omar came o salimaw 3ala 9ali7 and we spent the evening together. It was fun but we all were hoping for the same thing, that my mom would magically walk through our door and celebrate with us. We all smiled and laughed but our hearts were still aching.

At about 6-6:30 the doorbell rang, my nanny opened the door and came in with a bouquet of flowers and November’s heartbreaker cake. She placed them on the table and left.

Saad got up and opened the cake.

“Ya salaam, 7ady mishtiheeha, Marleeen bring plates and a spoon,” he called to the nanny.

“La7thaa la7tha enta 3ala 6ool eb takil? Minu yayibha o shisalfa?” my dad asked.

Saad removed the card that was taped on the cake’s box.

“Maktoob, (el7imdila 3ala salamat 9ali7 o allah lay3eed elshar enshallah. Nawal AlX),” he looked up at 9ali7 and grinned, “Oooob 6ala3t mant hayeen 3indik mu3jabaat!!”

Omar and Saad errupted in laughter o gamaw ythq6oon 9ali7. 9ali7 kan min9idim bs ga3ad yeth7ak 3ala Omar o Saad. O ana kint min9admaa…

I grabbed my phone to find 9275293 whatsapp notifications from Nawal.

“Monyaa dazaitlich cake ya3ny 7agich o 7ag 9ali7 bs please sheelay el card layshoofa.”

“Monyaaa wainich??”

“Aloooo tara esayeg barra!!”

“Haww shfeech? Call me bsr3aa!”

Abaaih 7araam!!! They all know what’s written on the card but they don’t know who Nawal is and I wont tell them.

“Enzain 9iij 3ad minu hathy 9alooo7 shaklik khirta 3ala kubir,” my dad teased.

“Hahah yuba walla madry minu hathy ymkin ma3ay bildawam?” he said.

Loool 7aram a7isa 9adag enna 3inda mo3jabat o stanas.

“6aa3 6aa3 el bara2aa 3abalik bin9adig?” Omar said.

“3amoor maku ella ana ma3ak n6ee7 bilmustashfaa o nan6ir chood a7ad edizlina shaay,” Saad said.

“Eee 9aloo7 3alimnaa ent ukhoona likbeer,” Omar said.

“Agool bs 3aad 7abeebyy ana elbanat yg6oon 3umrhum 3alay o ana ma36eehum wayh, ent 7awil tathgiil o bitshoof,” 9ali7 said.

“T’haga ya3nyy?” Omar asked.

“Walla jileeleen el 7ayya! Machinny ga3id ma3akum kil wa7id e3alim ethanyy hal kharabee6 e7tarmony 3ala elaqal,” my dad said and we all laughed.

Later that night 9ali7 came to my room.

“Fathya?” he said as he peeked through my door.

“Eee sh3indik?” I asked.

“Bas2ilich, mnu hathy Nawal?” he said as he sat on the couch.

“Mat3arfha??” I asked.

Maybe I should tell him the truth.

“La ma3arefha shakh9eyan bs athker enha kanat ma3ay biljam3a, aw yimkin tashabuh asma2,” he said.

Nawal was one year older than me and 9ali7 was two years older so they were together in college. Just saying..

“Ahaa, shof ana ta3araft 3alaiha bildawam o rafajt’ha o gtlaha enik elyom ebt6la3 o maga9erat dazat el cake bs maskeena kanat gaylatly enna shelay el card o bs 3a6ee 9ali7 el cake bs mobily makan yamy o it was too late lama garait el msg,” I said.

“Ahaa..” he said.

He laid on the couch and placed his hands behind his head and swam deep in thought.

“Shfeek,” I asked with a giggle, shakla kan etha7ik.

“Ha? La bas tishakiraay minhaa,” he said with a smile.

“Ok…”

Twelve.

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A walk Down Memory Lane..12

"9ali7!! 9alii7 kalimnyyy please!!" I begged.

 

 

No answer.

 

 

"7abeebty khalas monya latabcheeen o ed3ay rabichh," my dad kept saying.

 

 

I sat next to 9ali7 and whispered in his ear, "9ali7 please goom, please don’t leave me. I love you and I neeed you 9ali7 pleasee."

 

 

The tears fell heavily down my cheeks. All my pain all my worries falling down like rain. Everything bad is happening because of me.

 

 

Omar came over to me and held me from my shoulders, "Monya elly ga3da tsaweena mayfeed 3ashany latbcheen o thikray allah."

 

 

"Bas ..bas aby ukhoyyy *sniff* maby ymoot eb sibityy mabyyy," I shouted.

 

 

I looked at my brother's lifeless body lying next to me with my heart screaming "Yaraaab tgawma bilsalamaa".

 

 

Suddenly his heartbeats increased and the monitor next to his bed started beeping like crazy. Omar ran out of the room to call the doctor and my eyes almost jumped out of their sockets. The doctors rushed into the room and ordered us to leave.

 

 

We all sat on the benches in the hallway waiting for news. It’s either about my brother waking up, or about him dying.

 

 

I kept shaking in my seat and praying to God for a miracle. I couldn’t stop the endless river of tears streaming down my cheeks or slow down my thudding heart.

 

 

My dad was pacing back and forth in the hall and my brothers were leaning on the wall. Each one praying in different words but they all want one thing: for 9ali7 to wake up.

 

 

The doctor got out of the room and we all swarmed around him.

 

 

"Ha bashir diktor," my father asked.

 

 

"Wallah madry shagolik ya bo9ali7.." the doctor said as he patted his head.

 

 

"Laaa latgool diktoor," Omar said as he broke down in tears. "Okhoy gaam 9a7? okhoy mafee shayy 9aa7???" he shouted.

 

 

My father leaned on a wall and covered his eyes with a strand from his ghitra and wept silently. Saad sat on the floor and started rocking back and forth as the tears flooded his face. And I ran into the room without the doctors noticing, I want to see him for the last time.

 

 

I dragged my feet towards the bed; my vision was getting blurry from all the tears. I didn’t want to say goodbye to another member of my family; I cant. I wish I were dead instead of him. I'm the one with all the problems why would he or my mother pay?

 

 

Astaghferallah.

 

 

"9ali7, laish tr-troo7, Allah yr7imik yaraab yaraab,” I said before I chocked on my own tears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I opened my eyes and looked around my dark room. My heart was like a basketball beating in my chest and the sheets were drenched in sweat. I placed my hand on my face to find it wet with tears.

 

I can still hear the words “Allah yri7imik” echoing in my head.

 

 

"A3otho billah min eshay6an erajeem," I repeated as I got out of bed.

 

 

My whole body was trembling, was that a dream? Or was it my dreaded reality?

 

 

I looked at the time it was 6:40 am. I quickly got dressed and rushed to the hospital for 9ali7. That dream felt so real I began to worry.

 

 

I reached the hospital and practically ran to 9ali7's room. As soon as I entered..

 

 

"9ali7," I called.

 

 

He was still sleeping in a coma with all these weird monitors attached to him.

 

 

It’s his third day in the hospital and nothing changed, bs el7imdila he’s still with us.

 

 

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"Wee sh9aar 3alaih??" Dr. Manar asked.

 

 

"Gam min el ghayboba rabi3 yom. Uhwa kan ya3ny e7is fena o chthy bs makan ygdar ytkalam aw yt7arak bs el7mdla," I said.

 

 

"Ee ashwa el7mdla!!" she said.

 

 

"Agolich lama ga3ad ashwa kint bas ana ma3aa, fa ga3adt as2ela ena sh9aar..."

 

 

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"Waay 9ali7 walla etha magitly shisalfa bathbi7ik!!" I said, furious. He kept changing the subject.

 

 

"Hahaha enzain tawich tgolen khayfa 3alay amot wal7een bt'thb7eeni?" he said jokingly.

 

 

"Eee ee lanik btyaniny!!" I said.

 

 

"Ok ok bagolich! Thak elyom lama gilteely 3an Zayod wild khalty hal 7aywan! Walla narfazny ya3ny shlon esawy feech chthy shlon????" He said, as his voice got louder.

 

 

I just looked at him.

 

 

"Fa r7tla o kan blshalaih.. o 9ar ely 9ar," He said as he lowered his head.

 

 

"Shnu 9ar ely 9ar? fahimny!!" I urged.

 

 

"Tahawasht ma3a y3ny shbasawy a9awer ma3a mathalan??" he said.

 

 

"Abaihh laish 9ali7 gtlik esalfa 9arlHa fatra o khalas we're over it," I said.

 

 

"Ya 3amyy zain! Tgol over it! Tadreen entay lo mo 6al3a min eshalaih chan shsawa fech? lo ana mo rad 3alaich o yaylich chan shsawa?? Monya elwalad kan SAKRAAN SAKRANN TADREN SHNU YA3NY???" He shouted.

 

 

"Shhhhh!!" I shushed him kilish mala da3y ninfithi7!!

 

 

"Ee b3ad hatha el9ij r7tla elshalai o legaita yasker ma3a rab3a hal zbala," he spit after the last word.

 

 

"Ok khalas 9ali7 pls haad mo zain 3alaik," I said.

 

 

He just waved his hand ena mu 3ajba el kalam.

 

 

"Walla dagait 3alaih sa2alta wainik ygoly blshalaih 7ayyak, lama r7tla wela elakh la3b bil dinya li3ib o hal mara ashwa makan ako banat bas hal mashrob allah ykafena sharra," he said.

 

 

"Ee staghferallah," I said.

 

 

"3ad dashait wana wayhy min9ifig yakhy mo m9adeg elly ashoof takhayaltich hank ma3ahum o shnu kanaw ra7 esawon fech o magdart amsik nafsy chan anam fe 6ag!! 3ad rab3a hal mu9akka mskony o bainy o bainich uhma wayed magedart 3alaihum," he said with a chuckle.

 

 

Waay eyanin wallah.

 

 

"O bas el7aywan ya3ny msaweely ma3rof uho elly yabny elmustashfa ga6ny o mesha ana kint eb wa3yiy bs 3ugubha 7asait edinya 9arat sooda! O bas Khalahum edigoon 3ala wa7id mn khwany!" He said.

 

 

"Allah y7afthiiik o 3asa allah layakhleeenyy bs mara thanya mara7 agoolik shaayy witro7 min chees ahalik," I said as I hugged him.

 

 

"Yawailich, etha ay wa7id athach goleely shnu ukhoch likbeer 3al fathy ana?" he said with a serious tone.

 

 

"Haha ok ok!" I said.

 

 

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"Ee ya7laiila shlona al7en 3asa a7saan?" she asked.

 

 

"Laaa wee wayed a7san al7een a9lan maku nisba el7imdlaa!" I said.

 

 

"Ee el7imdlaa, enzain ma9arlich shay yeded bldawam?" she asked.

 

 

"Hmm, Ya3ny tgdreen etgoolen!" I said.

 

 

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I finally finished the stack of folders that were on my desk so I decided I would take an early leave to visit 9ali7.

 

 

I went to my boss's office to ask him before I leave, I already told him about 9ali7 and he has been very supportive.

 

 

 

I knocked on the door before I entered, to see the angry guy that I bumped into the other day. Mish3al was it? He was standing over the desk looking at some papers, but my boss Mr. Ahmad wasn’t there.

 

 

He looked at me with the corner of his eye then moved his gaze back to the papers, "khair?"

 

 

"Uuh umm Estath Ahmad mawjood?" I asked.

 

 

That guy creeps me out.

 

 

"Entay shayfa estath Ahmad hny??" he asked.

 

 

"L-la," I said.

 

 

"Khala9 3ayal laish ts2leen!!" he said.

 

 

"Uum la bs aby a3aref waina?" I asked.

 

 

"Elsecrtaira ga3da bara timthal? Ro7ay s2leha ana shdarany?" he said, his voice got louder with every second.

 

 

Abaih shfee chthy!!

 

 

"O-ok," I said and turned around to leave.

 

 

"Shtabeen fe?" he asked.

 

 

"Umm aby early leave," I blurted out.

 

 

"Mashallah!! O laish early leave ballah?" he said as he dropped the papers, crossed his hands, and looked at me.

 

 

"Personal reasons uhwa y3aref," I blurted out again.

 

 

Uh oh. He stared at me like a just murdered 10 people.

 

 

"Personal ha? Shofay abeech t3arfen shay wa7id eb hal sharika mafe shay esma personal reasons edishen o t6l3en 3ala kaifich! Etha awqat edawam mo 3ajbitich hatha elbab o e6reej edileena!" he said with a loud enough voice.

 

 

I swear I dont know why he hates me!!!

 

 

My eyes started to water before I quickly turned around and left. Akraha akraahaa!!!

 

 

I walked into my office and slammed the door shut behind me. After a few seconds someone knocked on my door.

 

 

Is he here to apologize?

 

 

"Tefathal," I said.

 

 

In came Nawal my colleague.

 

 

"Abaih Monya shfeechh?" she asked as she walked towards me.

 

 

Nawal is soo sweet, erta7tlaha min awal yoom. We started chatting o ni6la3 ma3a ba3ath sa3at eb our breaks, 7ad'ha etyanin.

 

 

"Way hatha ely gitlich 3ana Mishary madry shsma ra2ees elqisim ethany ely zafny thak elyoom," I said.

 

 

"Qa9dich Msa3ad??" she asked.

 

 

"Ee ee hatha!" I said.

 

 

"Shsawa ba3ad al7een?" she asked.

 

 

I told her what happened.

 

 

"Weeh hatha 7a6ich eb rasa allah y3enich 3alaih!" she said.

 

 

"Abaih ameen!"

 

 

"Enzain shloon 9ali7 ukhoch enshala a7san??" She asked.

 

 

"Ee el7imdlaa!" I said.

 

 

"El7imdlaa allah ybashrich bl khair walla kint a7atyy," she said with a grin.

 

 

"Hehe .."

 

“Enzain ya3ny al7een mara7 troo7ela?” she asked.

 

“La hatha zafny bs mabuga shay 3ala eldawam waro7 enshallah,” I said.

 

“Khoosh yalla allah ygawma bilsalama enshallah o mayshoor shar kilyom ad3eela,” She said before she left.

 

Hmm…