Mit3eb ElGalb 16

Noura’s POV:

Haw shfeee Mit3eb bismila!! Allaah y3eeeny al7een benafis 3alay 6ool elyoom :’(

I decided not to think about Mit3eb and focus on the work I had to get done.

After a couple of minutes my mother called..

“Hala yumaa,” I said.

“Hala feech shloonich?” she asked.

“Bkhair el7imdla entay shakhbarich?” I asked.

“Wallaa tamam, shloon Mit3eb o khaltich Sharifa?” she asked.

“Kilhum eb khair el7imdla,” I said.

“Agoolich elyoom ta3alay entay o Mit3eb taghadaw 3endyy!” she said.

“Tamreeen amer, shnu nawyaa tsaaween??” I asked suddenly craving machboos la7am.

“Kaifich goleeely shnu mishtahyaa?” she asked.

“Hmm sawaaw machboos la7aam o ummm yereesh o hmmm sala6at el nachoz elly a7ibhaa!!! O el stuffed mushroom elly sawaitoo thak elyoom Mit3eb e7iba,” I said, drooling.

“7abeebty entay mitrayga?? Shaklich yo3ana,” my mother said, laughing.

“Hahaha laaa walla mo maklaa shay bakhaly mukan 7ag el ghada,” I said.

“Yallaa khoosh na6reenkum,” she said before she hung up.

I decided to call Mit3eb and tell him about lunch, enshallahhh mo m3a9ib!

“Aloo,” I said.

“Hala Noura,” he said.

Very formal. Not a good sign.

“Hala feek, agoolik elyoom umy 3azmatna 3al ghada,” I said.

“Tawich tgoleen?” he asked.

“3ad tawny sadita minha,” I said.

“Ok enshallahh,” he said before he hung up.

Lunch might be good idea to bring Mit3eb back to his good mood.

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“Ha wain Mit3eb?” my mother asked.

“Yay bil6reeej, ana baroo7 abadel,” I said.

I needed to get into something more comfortable. I walked into my room and looked around. I really miss this place!!!

I went to my closet and pulled out a floral flowy dress, I wrapped my hair into a high bun and went downstairs.

I found Mit3eb and my mother already sitting on the table.

“Esalamu 3alaikum,” I said as I walked.

“Wa3alaikum esalam,” they said in unison.

“Noura naday ekhtich,” my mother said.

“Kany,” Nahla said walking in behind me.

“Hala Nahla shlonich?” Mit3eb asked.

“Bkhair el7imdla enta shlonik?” she asked.

“Tamaam,” he said.

My mother started talking to Mit3eb about random topics. On the other hand, Nahla and I shared angry stares.

I was angry with her for being so stubborn and she’s angry with me because God knows why.

“Eee walla madry sh9ar 3alaiha, Noura tgdreen takhtheen ejazaa?” Mit3eb asked me 

regarding the Paris trip.

“Umm ee agdar bs sboo3,” I said.

“Eee zaain khalas laih radaina a7jiz enshallah,” Mit3eb said.

“Eee roo7ay bawa9eech 3ala cham shaghla,” my mother said.

“Yumaaa Mit3eb besafer ekhtaa ana laish matsafroony??” Nahla asked.

“Ta3alaay ma3ana,” Mit3eb offered.

“Laa khalhaa ga3da ma3ay may9eer tkhaleeny broo7y eb hal bait,” my mother said.

“7ayaach 3amityy,” Mit3eb said. Lol a7isa tiwahag.

“Laa entaa wad murtik o khawatik o stansaaaw,” my mother said.

“Yumaaa khanrooo7,” Nahla said.

Way etfashel!!

“La entaw btro7oon London eb shahar 9!” I said.

“3ady nroo7 London o Paris shfeeeha ya3ny?” she snapped.

Ebtin6aaag!!!

“7alaaaw?” I asked.

“Waay etha Mit3eb rathy laish entay matirthaain?” she asked.

Ma9adeg enna we’re having this conversation jedam Mit3eb :)

“Haw Nahla shfeech?” my mother asked.

“Nouraa 9ayra 3ala aftaah el asbab etzifnyy o kilshay asawy 3endaha ena ghalaa6!!” Nahla erupted.

I can feel Mit3eb move nervously in his seat. I know this is making him uncomfortable bs magdaar askit adryy enha ga3da titkalaam 3an Nasser!!!

“Aftaaah el asbaaab??? 3abaalich elly sawaitee shay tafih?” I asked.

“Eeee entay matadreen shkither that person means to me! Walla lo gayla 7ag umy chan fhamat akthar minich!” she said.

“Haw entaw shfeeekum?” my mother asked.

“Yuma bagoolich shaay o goleely etha elly sawaita ghala6 wela laa ok?,” Nahla asked.

MAYNOOOONAAA!!!

YANAAAAT HAL BINT YANAAAT!!!

Btgoool 7ag umyy 3an Nasser… la o jedam Mit3eb ba3aad???

Yallaaaah sitriik!

“Nahlaaa ba3daaaain!!!” I said through gritted teeth.

“La laaa khanshooof mnu el ghal6aan,” she challenged.

BATHBAAA7HAA!!!

“Khal9eeny golay sh3indich,” my mother said obviously loosing her temper.

My heart started thudding in my chest. Wedy agool 7ag Mit3eb goom wedy asawy mute wedyy el arth tinshag o tiblaa3 Nahla!!!!:)

“Yuma fee mushkilaa etha athnaaina y7boon ba3aath o ekalmoon ba3ath o naweeen yitzawijoon 3an qareeb?” she asked.

I smacked my forehead with my hand in disappointment. Mit3eb and my mother widened their eyes.

My mother dropped her fork on the table and stared at Nahla in rage.

“Uhh ana asta2thin,” Mit3eb said as he quickly left the room.

“ENTAAAY MAYNOOONAA???!!!” I shouted at Nahla.

Et7iiiiiirrrrrr et7iiiiir!!!! Ehya minzimaan 3aneeda eb shakil mo 6abee3yy bs  ma tiwaqa3t hal shaay minha!!!! Enshalla mo 3aneeda ledarajat el ghabaa2

“Nahla entay tkalmeen wa7id?” my mother asked, out of breath.

Nahla just nodded, hopefully realizing that what she did is one stupid mistake.

“Ana marabaaitich 3ala hal kharaabeee6!!! Entaay laissh chthyy bas t7reeeenyy?” my mother asked as her eyes teared up.

“Yumaa walla mo kharabee6,” Nahla said before she burst into tears.

“ELLA KHARABEE6 O NI9!! MAFAKRTAY EB AHALICH MAFAKRTAY EB UBOOCH ALLAH YER7IMA? MAFAKRTAY FEEENY GABEL LA TNAZLEEN NAFSICH LAIH HAL MUSTAWAA!!!” my mother shouted.

“Welaaa 3abalich enna eldinya saybaa la 7aseeb wala raqeeeb?? Ana kint wathqa feech o makhaalait shay eb kha6rich laish taksreen feeny chthyy o tshawheen sum3itich o sum3at el 3ayla!! Matadreen hatha bacher yimkin yifthi7ich jidam allah o khalga,” my mother continued.

“Entaaw laisssh mo fahmeeeeny? Walla elly bainaaa mo li3eb e7na 9iij en7ib ba3ath,” Nahla said between her sobs.

“O lich 3ain trideeen ba3ad?? Gomay thilfay darich maby ashoof rig3at wayhich, GOMAY!!” my mother ordered.

Nahla gave me a nasty look and stormed out of the room.

“O entay min meta tadreen?” my mother asked, her eyes red from the tears.

Uh-oh..

“E7m, min sboo3 taghreeban,” I whispered.

“O LAISH MATA7ACHAIN??” she asked.

“Yuma ana kalamt’haa o ni9a7t’haa bs ehya mu rathya tismaa3!!” I said.

“La wallaa?? O 3abalich ebtisma3 kalamich? Yaraaby 7aratny 7aratny!!!! Laa o elly e7ir ezyada enha maligat tgool hal kalam ella jedam Mit3eb,” my mother said.

“Yumaa ana shagoool? Miftashla akthaaar minnich!! Walla madry shbeegol al7een akeed 6i7t min 3aina!” I said.

“La la ma3alaich akeed eb yitfaham elmawthoo3,” she said. “Ana baroo7 akhith mobilha o el laptop malha.”

Walla ebtajli6nyy hal bint, kila t3aanid o akher shay e6ee7 eb mushkila!

Yaraab et3ady hal salfa 3ala khair o et3eeen umy 3alaiha!!

Aby arid baity bs walla madry shagool 7ag Mit3eb!!!

6ool el6reej ga3adt ad3y enna Mit3eb maysawy salfa!!

I walked in my apartment and looked around for him but he was nowhere to be found.

Ugh the apartment was a mess, and I really don’t have the energy to clean it!

I called Lucy to ask for her help.

“Lucy please clean the living room,” I said.

She muttered something under her breath.

“What?” I asked.

“Ana mo kadma mal entaa!! Ana wayed aku shugul ta7at,” she complained.

“Haw Lucy only clean the living room!!!!” I said. Wallaa mo wagtichh!!

“Mafee time ana etha maku khalas shugul ta7at mama 9arikh,” she shouted.

Etnaaarfiz hathy ba3aaad!!

“Shnu aku shighil ta7at? Madam galat saway 9ala,” I said.

“Enta maku fahaaam ana ygool fee wayed shugil ta7aat,” she shouted.

Anger started building up in my chest.

Mit3eb entered the apartment, “Sh’hal 9raakh?”

“Lucy mo rathya tnathif el9alaaa!!” I said.

“Laish Lucy?” he asked.

“Ana aku shigil ta7at ana ykhales b3dain sawy 9ala natheef,” she said before she walked out of the apartment.

I sat down on the chair and exhaled loudly. Madry shsalfat’ha hathy!!!

I was so annoyed with everything! T3arfoon elshu3ur elly lama tkonoon 7ail mitnarfzeen elly widkum t9arkhooon aw tsawoon ay shay bs kil elly e9eer enkum tabchoon? Bethab6 hathy 7alty!

Mit3eb’s POV:

Faj2aa gamaat tabchyy..

“Noura khalaas galatlich bitnathifha 3ugub matkhalis shighilha,” I said.

“Matiskeufhoief kajshiw….” Noura mumbled.

“Walla mafahmt shay, Noura tukfain hadaay,” I said.

Khara3tny ga3da tarjiif o tabchy eb 9oot 3alyy

Mesakt eedha o sa7abt’ha 3ashaan toogaf

“Matismaa3 kalamy *sniff* kila t9arikh 3alaaay t7iiir,” she said with a shaky voice.

I held her chin and pulled it up, “a7een min9ijich ga3da tabcheen 3ashanha? Al7een awareech feeha bs entay lat’thaygeeen khilgich.”

She covered her face with her hands and continued shaking.

Garabt yamha o lamait’haa abeeha twagiiif el rajfaaa

“Smilaaa 3alaich,” I whispered.

I felt her tighten her grip on my shirt and continue to cry.

“Khalaa9 Noura walla ga3da tga63eeen galby,” I said.

Ana awareeeha Lucyiooo!!

“Al7een bitwa9kheeen bloozty bt9eer kilha dmooo3 waiii3,” I joked.

I hugged her tighter, “tara afqi9iiich etha ma wagaftaay bachyy, yalla 3aad.”

“Yaal daloooo3a laykooon banatna byitdali3oon mithlech o 3ala ay shay yabchooon?”

She took a step back and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

I held her hands with one hand and reached out to wipe her tears with the other hand.

“El7ilwaaa laish mataaby tith7aaakly???”

3a6atny nathra wihya mbawzaa

“Wildinya tith7aak fee 3yoony lama ashoofik tith7aaakyy,”

ebtasmat shwayy..

“3adiiil 3adiiil tebasaam wilfaraa7 khala yejeena,”

akheeeraaan ebtasmaaat

“Wenta rawthaa min 7alahaaa ka7ilaat 3ainy el f9oool,”

hahaha esta7aaat

“Eeee mdaliliich ana elyooom sh3alaichh,” I said.

“Hehe matga9er,” she said.

Ga3adt a6ali3haa, a7miiid raby elly 3a6any Noura o 3asa allah maya7rimny minha.

Mit3eb ElGalb 15

Noura’s POV:

“Aloo,” I said into the phone.

“Hala Noura shlonich?” Khaled asked.

“Bkhair el7imdla enta shakhbarik? Shloon 3amety?” I asked.

“El7imdlaa bkhaiir!” he said.

“Umm, Khaled baghait akalmik 3an mawthoo3 Nahla,” I said.

He sighed. “Maku shay entikalam 3anna.”

“E9ara7a wedy enna ytim hal mawthoo3 baina mayi6la3! Ana batfaham ma3a Nahla enta khalik barra el mawthoo3,” I said

“Ya3ny tabeeny askit 3an hal ma9khara elly ga3d t9eer?” he asked.

“Gitlik ana batfaham ma3a Nahla,” I said firmly.

“La walla? O 3abalich eb tisma3 kalamich?” he asked.

“Haw Khaled shfeeek?” I asked, surprised by what he has to say.

“Madry Noura ya3ny tara elly Nahla sawita mo shwaya tabeeny eb kil suhoola a6awif el mawthoo3?” he asked.

“Enta sawait elly 3alaik elbajy khala 3alay anaa!” I said.

“Shloon sawait elly 3alay? Nahla ti7taaj rayaal e2adibha,” he said.

“Na3aam?? Tara Nahla 3endaha um o ekhit y3arfoon shlon yet3amiloon ma3aha mani7taaj musa3adtik,” I said.

7ada ynarfiz!

“Walla lo 3arfeenlaha chan maflitat minkum o kalimat ni9 shabab edeera!!” he said.

“KHALED!!!” I shouted.

“Mnu Khaled?” Mit3eb asked as he entered the room.

Walaaain

“Ok bye,” I said and quickly hung up the phone.

“Hatha Khaled wild 3amity Hana,” I said casually.

“Laish ga3da tkalmeena o shfeech et9arkheen?” he asked.

“La bas kint umm bas2ila 3an shaghla o mo rathy yjawibnyy,” I lied. 9adgoony mara7 agoola el9iiiij o aftha7 ekhtyy

“Enzain tara hatha mo ukhooch 3ashan et9arkheen 3alaih chthy,” he said.

“Ee adry khathany el 7amas shway,” I said.

“Ya entay ya um el 7amaas,” he said with a smile.

“Afa 3alaaiiik,” I said with a wink.

“HAHA chthy a7aad yaghmiz? Tukfaaain lat3edeenha,” he said.

“Haw mafeeeha shay!!!! Shda3wa enta elly t3aref?” I asked.

“A3aref bs mara7 aghmizlich,” he said.

“A9laan mabeek taghmizlyy,” I said.

“Enzain ba7jiz 7ag Paris tgdreen tyeen wela matgdreen takhthen ejazaa?” he asked.

“Hmm mta btro7oon?” I asked.

“Ba3ad sboo3ain,” he said.

“Ashoof etha agdar ekhith ejaza bacher wagoolik,” I said.

“Khoosh,” he said.

“Mit3eb baroo7 baitna ba3ad shway ok?” I asked.

“Ok bs latit2akhiraain,” he said.

Shway stanast awal mara ygooly latit2akhiraain, ya3ny 7asait enna mihtaam.

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I arrived at my house and asked for my mother only to find out that she’s not home yet. I went to Nahla’s room to see if she was here,

“Nasser please maly khilg mashakel,” I heard Nahla say.

I pressed my ear to the door and listened.

“Mabuga shay o nabdy jam3a o bashoofik kil yoom enshallah.”

“Ensa ensa!! Khaled chakny akalmik o 3a9aab 7ail tekhayal e6ee7 3alay 6al3a ma3ak walla yethba7na a7na elathnain!!”

My eyes popped out of their sockets.

“Hehee adryyyy…”

“La wallaa t9adig?? Ya3ny laish bakalmik etha ma a7ibikkk?”

I quickly pulled myself away from the door and covered my ears. I can’t continue listening to my baby sister talk to a random guy like that!!

Wallaaa madry shasawwyy madry shloon agdar at3amal ma3aha!!

I knocked on her door.

“Mnu?” she shouted.

“Ana,” I said.

“Shnu tabeen?” she asked.

“Ft7aay el bab bakalmich!!” I said.

She’s still angry with me for not accepting the fact the she loves Nasser and he loves her. Blekh!

She opened the door and peeked throught the opening, “shnu?”

“Min9ijich? Ana ekthich elkibeera t7acheny chthy?” I asked.

“Magilt shay!!” she said.

“La walla? Ft7aay el bab o 7acheeny 3adel,” I said.

She sighed, opened the door, and then walked to her bed.

“Ana bafham entay laish m3a9ba? Al7en mnu elly mafrooth e3a9eb 3ala elthany?” I asked.

“Waay Noura khalaas mo m3a9ba bs methayga shway!!” she said.

Li3beeha 3ala ghairy!

“Madryy laish mithaayga??? Ya3ny m3awerich galbich 3ala Nasser wela shnuu?” I asked sarcastically.

“IFFF!!! Ana kalamtiich 3ashan abeech tsa3deeny mo taglbeeen 3alaay witzifeeeny!!!” she said.

“Eeee ana ga3da a7awel asa3dech bs entaay matsm3eeeen!!!! Gitlich g63aay 3elaqtich eb Nasser elly ga3da tsaweena ghalaa6 ma yarthy rabich bs maku fayda!!” I shouted.

“Maaaaby ag6aa3 3elaaaqtyy ma3aaa!!! 3abaalich eb haalsuhooola?? O wain el ghala6 bilmawthoo3 etha e7na n7ib ba3aath o fee neyat zawaj??” she said.

“Ma a9adiggich!!!! 7abeeebty ga9 3alaaich eb kilmitaaain wintaay 9adaagteeeeh hatha akbaar ghalaaa6!!” I said.

She started crying, “baas bas mabyyy akalmich 3an el mawwthoo3!! Please roo7aay maby ashofich.”

She went to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

Laaaa kiliiish makint aby hal shaay e9eer!!! Bs 7araatnyyy 7araatny!!

I was so angry with her and at the same time scared for her. I don’t want that stupid Nasser to use her!!

I stormed out of the house as the tears streamed down my face. I usually cry when I’m really annoyed.

I tried to think about other ways to try and convince Nahla to listen to me all the way home.

Kan za7ma jedam el bait fa khafaaft. Nazalt rasyy ga3da adawer mobily, rifa3ta wela alga rayal jedamy sh3ara o ad3ima. Dist breaaaak qawwyy

My heart started banging in my chest. I rolled down the window,

“Asfaaa wallaa asfa!!” I stuttered.

“7a9al khaair bs deeray balich mara thanya,” the man said.

“Enshalla o sami7nyyy,” I said.

“Masmoo7a,” he said with a smile.

Aham shay ena mistanis! Bagha yroo7 min chees ahala eb sibityy o ham mistanis! Yalla 3al aqal a7san min ma a7a9ily zafaa..

I entered my apartment with my eyes red and my heart still banging like a basketball.

Mit3eb looked up at me and asked, “shfeech?”

“Mafeeny shay,” I said the usual lie and walked to my bedroom.

I sat on the couch and covered my face with my hands ad cried. I was so confused, so many thoughts raced in my brain, and that caused me a headache.

“Noura?” Mit3eb said, sitting next to me. “3asa ma sharr?”

“Maku shay,” I mumbled.

“Shloon maku shaay wintay tabcheen?” he asked.

“Bas baghait ad3am wa7id *sniff* fa khtara3t,” raga3t’ha.

“Baghaitaaay? Ya3ny ashwa mada3mteeh fa mala da3y t’khafeen,” he said.

I continued shaking and crying. I felt Mit3eb put his arm around me and pull me in towards him. A chill ran up my spine, its like a million butterflies just unleashed into my stomach.

“Ta3awithay min blees ya Noura, el7imdla elrayal ma9aar fe shay,” he whispered.

I hugged him back; I really needed that hug!!

He kissed my forehead, “yalla gomaay ghaslay wayhich.”

I washed my face and came back.

“Lik 7aag tiz3al thum lik 7aag nartheeek, yalla ebtasmaay 3ad may9eer kila tabcheeen,” he said.

I giggled, seriously how can I not smile when he smiles at me? How can I not feel happy when he’s in his best mood?

Mit3eb’s POV:

Walla o 6la3at daloo3a, ya7lailhaa..

Bas 9iij kasra kha6ryy shakilha kanat wayed mkhtar3aa!

Faker ya Mit3eb, shnu tigdar tsaweelahaa???

“Shrayech ni6la3 nit3asha barra?” I asked.

Adry elfikra mithel wayhy bs walla madry shasawy!!

“Eee yallaa,” she said with a grin.

“Haha 7ag lihyataa matgool laa!!” I said.

“Minu y3af lhyata ma3aak?” she asked.

Ya salam 3alaich

“Eee walla 9edagtay,” I said with a smile.

She laughed.

“Ya flaaan yaly tha7kitik ghinwa 3ala 3ainyyy!” I said.

Esta7aat, haha walla el3atheem a7ibha!

“Yalla badlayy min al7een lana kilish ma6awleen,” I said sarcastically.

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Ga3adt e9ub7 mit2akher 3ala eldawaam! Gimt badaalt eb digeegtain o nizaalt raketh!

Maly khilg mudeery ya36eeny mu7atharaa

6ala3t min el bab o mishait laih sayartyy wela asma3 9oot Noura,

“El7imdla bkhaiir,” she said.

“Bas kint bas2al shlonich elyoom ams shaklich kintay ta3bana,” a guy said.

Mnu hatha? 9oot mnu hatha? O laish ga3ed yes2al Noura shloonha?

Garrabt wela ashoof yarna

“El7imdla a7saan,” she said.

O hathy ma36eeta wayh ba3ad!

“Esalamu 3alaikum,” I said.

“Wa3alaikum elsalam,” they replied.

“Khair fee shay?” I asked.

“Khair eb wayhik, la maku shay yalla ma3a esalama,” he said before he left.

9ij mayist7y 3ala wayha!! I felt the anger build up in my chest.

“Sh3arefech fee?” I asked Noura.

“Hatha elly kint bad3ima ams,” she said.

“O shaku yay 6ag’ha suwalif ma3aach?” I asked in an irritated tone.

“Madry walla salam 3alay o radait esalam,” she said.

“La walla? Lo ana mo nazil chan ga3dtaw etsolfoon laih bacher!!” I said.

“Haw Mit3eb shfeeek ya3ny a7gera wamshy?” she asked.

“Eeeee 7igree shnu mala da3y taglboonha suwalif!! Yallaaa 7arkaay gablaay,” I said.

Yakhy 7arnyy!! 7ilwa hathy yay esalim, la ta3aal 7ayyak tigahwa ma3aha ba3ad!!

Rkibat sayart’ha o mishaat, o ana mishaait warahaa.

Mit3eb ElGalb 14

Dalal’s POV:

“Esalamu 3alaikum,” Rashid said when he walked into the room.

I straightened up, “wa3alikum esalam.”

“Shlonich?” he asked.

“Bkhair el7imdla,” I said.

“3assach kilyoom eb khair,” he said.

“Weeyak enshallah,” I said.

Silence.

I had previously prepared a speech to show Rashid how hurt I was from what he did. I was so frustrated with him and I wanted him to know that.

But when I saw his face.. I forgot all the words.

All the anger that was once dwelling in my heart disappeared. I never thought that a person would have that kind of affect on me, but then there’s Rashid.

“Dalal, wallaa el3atheeem, enny nadman gad sha3ar rasy 3alla ely sawaita,” he moved 

closer to me and held my hand, “li2akher la7tha min 3umry bagoolik enta ma7booby.”

I pulled my hand away from his grip, “kalamt ghairha?”

“La walla makalmt,” he said.

I lowered my head and furrowed my eyebrows. He grabbed my chin and pulled my head up.

“Goleely shasawy 3ashan athbitlich enny a7ibich o eny nadman 3ala elly 9ar,” he said looking deep into my eyes.

I removed his hand from my face and moved backwards.

Ga3da a7is eb sho3oor ghareeeb!!!

The spark I once felt for him has dimmed down.

Awal ma shifta 7asaait eb ma3na 6ayer min el far7a 6ayer.. bs min fach 7alja o ta7achaaa 7asait aby yaskiiit o y6laaa3!!!

Suddenly I felt disgusted by him. Etha hatha awela yen3aaf talyy!!!!

“Asfa Rashid bas lazim enfil el khi6ba,” I said.

“SHNU?” he shouted.

I looked at him with wide eyes, shfee e9arikh chthy!!

“Dalal 7abeebty ba3ad 3umry entayy fakrtaay bil kalam elly ga3da tgoolenaa??” he asked.

“Latgoooly 7abeebty enta lo 9ij et7ibnyy chan mahint 3alaik o kalamt wa7da ghairy, asfa Rashid bs magdar a6awefha lik,” I said.

“Ge6aa3t 3elaaqty ma3aha o e3tethaart lich akthar min marraa shtabeeny asawy ba3aaad?” 

he asked as the vein in his forehead started to pop.

“7i6 nafsik mukany, lo enta 6aye7 3alay akalim wa7id ghairik chan qebaalt e3tethary o radaitly?? Ana elyoom bakalim umy 3an el mawthoo3 o khala9 hathy akher marra ashofik feeha, ma3a esalama,” I said as I got up.

He quickly got up and stood in front of me.

“Entay gad hal 7araaka?” he asked his face red from all the rage.

I was taken aback from his reaction.

“Hayyen ya Dalal en makhalaitich eta7asifain 3aly sawaitee,” he said before he stormed out of the house.

Ma9adeg enna eb yoom min el ayyam kint ra7 atzawaj hal ensaan!!!! 9iiij el kheera fee ma ekhtara rab el 3alameen, el7imdila elly thahar 3ala 7aqeeqta gabel la abtilish fee!!

Noura’s POV:

Mit3eb and I were both sitting in the living room. The TV was on some channel that I didn’t pay any attention to. We were both staring at the TV but our minds were wandering in all kinds of places.

“Ba7jiz tathaker 7ag Paris,” Mit3eb finally broke the silence.

I honestly couldn’t care less..

“Ok,” I said.

Silence.

Apparently kilshay asawy ghalaa6 fa qarart eny askit o ma asawy shay chood e7is o yet3adal :)

“Ana o Lamees o Laila,” he said.

“Ahaa,” I breathed.

“Mataben tyeen?” he asked finally looking at me.

“La estanis enta o khawatik,” I said.

“Laish matabeen tyeen tistansain ma3ana?” he asked.

“Maby asawy shay ekhareb 3alaik wanastik,” I said giving him a tight smile.

He looked at me with one eyebrow raised. His phone started to ring..

“Alo, hala Lamees, okk..” he said before he hung up.

“Yalla 7a6een el ghada ta7at o na6reena,” he said getting up.

I followed him downstairs.

“Halla wallaaa bily kila mit2akhreen 3al ghada,” 3amy, Mit3eb’s father, greeted.

Ya 7ilo 3amy madry laish Mit3eb ma6ala3 3alaih. :)

“Halaa feek 3amy walla tawna nadry enna 6a7 el ghada,” I said.

“Yalla ma3alaaih samaw bilra7maan o eklaw,” he said.

“Waaay etshawgoooon,” Laila said looking at Mit3eb and I and smiling.

I giggled.

“Agool eklay bs eklayy,” Mit3eb said.

“Khalas as7abha, Noura etshawwig mo enta,” Laila said.

“Baskum nijra,” 3amy said.

“Yuba elyoom qadaamt 3ala sharikat *****,” Lamees said.

“Shloon el muqablaa? Wa9ait bo mbarak 3alaich,” he said.

“Walla zaainaa el7imdla 3endy sho3oor qawy enna byaqbloony,” Lamees said.

“Goolay enshallah,” Khalty Sharifa said.

“Enshalahh,” Lamees said.

“9beely ma3ach,” Mit3eb whispered looking at the jug of water in my hand.

He gave me his cup to pour the water in.

“Mashkora,” he whispered.

“Lamees aby el dress el a7maar 3endy 7afla elyoom,” Laila said.

“7aflat mnuu ballah?” Khalty asked.

“7aflat Manoor yumaa gitlch 3anhaa ams!!!” Laila said.

“Shfech matakleen?” Mit3eb whispered to me.

“Mafeny shay,” I said.

“Tabeen a7i6lich 3aish?” he asked.

“La,” I said playing with the salad on my plate. I didn’t feel like eating.

“Mnu Manoor?” 3amy asked.

“Munera AlX,” Laila said.

“Ekhtheha min kabaty bas yawailich en 9aar feha shay lail7een malibast’ha,” Lamees warned.

“Ok ok!” Laila said.

After we finished I quickly excused myself and went upstairs. 7asait eb qamta mo 6abee3eya kint lazim ag3ad broo7y!!!

I heard Mit3eb walk into the apartment behind me.

“Nouraaa?” he called.

Mit3eb’s POV:

“Nouuraa?” I called.

Dakhalt el ghurfa wela algaha mitsanda 3ala lifrash o lama el makhada o ga3da tabchyy.

yakhy a7is galby e3awirny lama ashoha tabchy!

“Shfeech?” I asked.

“Mafeeny shay,” she mumbled.

“9arlich cham yoom mo 3ala ba3thich shisalfa?” I asked.

“Matwaqa3 ehimik..” she said.

China kafkhatny 6raag 3ala waihy..

“O laish mayihmny?” I asked.

“Lana mu3amaltik ly tbayin ena mayhimik ana shnu ga3da a7is fee,” she said.

A77..

“Mafahmt,” I said.

Adry enha tadry eny fahim bs walla madry shasawy madry shlon agdar at3amal ma3aha..

“Mit3eb enta kla m3a9eb o t7acheeny eb nafseya o etha sawait shay ghala6 tinfijir o mata36eeny majal abarirlik laish ghalaa6t!!!” she said before she burst into tears again.

Tukfain la tabcheen..

“Ma aq9id..” I said.

“Shlon mataq9id Mit3eb enta masawait’ha marra wala Maritain enta bithaab6 hathy mu3amaltik lyy machiny murtik,” she said.

Ga3adt yamha eb 6araf lifrash.

Madait eedy aby amsik eedha, bs sa7abt’ha 3ala 6ool.

Tukfaaa Mit3eb saaaw shay el bint ga3ed tit3athaab!

“Noura… 6al3eeeny,” I said.

When she didn’t move, I grabbed her chin and turned it towards me.

“Adry enny marat akoon gasy, bs mo ma3nata enny ma ahtam feech 7asha walla,” I said.

I placed my thumb under her eye and wiped the tears.

“Aham shay entay latabcheen 3ashan negdar nitfaham,” I said.

Khathat kleenex o msa7at dmoo3ha o khathat nafaas 3ameeq chan tlif 3alay.

“E9ara7a bas atmana enik t3amilnyy 3adel.. adry enik 6ayeb ybayyen min 6areeqat ta3amulik ma3a khawatik,” she said.

Matadry enha ghair.. o enny many 3aref shlooon at3amal ma3ahaa!

“Tamreen amer,” I said.

“Mayamer 3alaik 3adu,” she said as a smile tugged on her lips.

Walla ebtisma mink tis3idny a3wam.

“Madryy laish kila t3a9eb 3alay min ayeeb 6ary Lucy,” she said.

“Yakhy may9eer kilshay ga6eta bras’ha!!” I said.

“Walla ma ga6ait shay bras’ha bs ehya kil ma2agolaha tsawy shay etkharba!” she complained.

“3ayaal laish tgoleenlaha tsawy elshaghla dam tadreen enha bitkharebha??” I asked.

“Bas ya3ny ymkin eta3adaal o tathbi6ha!” she said.

“Ana many 3arif entay laish tgoleenlaha a9laan!! Etha 6alabt minich shaay abeech entay tsaweena mu Lucy!!” I said.

“Wallaa ana asaawe elly tabyy bs marrat a7tajha tsaa3edny!!” she said.

“Etha magedartay tsaween shay goleely enich matgdreen tara 3ady!!” I said.

“Laaa? 9adegnyy etha gitlik bit3a9ib!!!” she said.

“Shdaraach eny ba3aa9b? jarabtaay tgoleenha?” I asked.

“La abs mayi7taay lana enta bsr3a t3a9eb 3ala ay shay fa shloon etha gitlik enny ma3aref asawy elshay elly 6alabta miny???” she asked rhetorically.

“Ana a3a9eb 3ala ayshaaay??” I asked.

“Eeeee!!!” she said.

“Agoool Noura bas bas 6el3ay minhaa!!” I said.

She looked at me in confusion, “a9laan ana barra minhaa.”

Ba6aait’ha thi7ik, 9ij enny kint mitnarfiz bs magedart amsik tha7kityy “shnu ana barra minha? Hindya entayy??”

“Haha walla shdarany 3anik latgooly kalam ma afhimaa!!” she said.

“Al7een 9irtay matifhmeen haa?” I asked.

“Eee,” she said smiling.

I stood up, “Yalla ana bamshy tamreeny 3ala shay?”

“La7tha,” she said standing up.

Yatlyy o lamatny 7aail. En9idaamt awal shaayy bs ba3dain lamait’haa

3asany man7irim shoofik gbaly.