Give fate a chance 11

"Money never made a man happy yet, nor will it. The more a man has, the more he wants. Instead of filling a vacuum, it makes one." - Benjamin Franklin

I started blushing

It was like Abdulwahab and I were in our own secluded world

The girls kept giving me puzzled looks

I locked my phone and returned it into my purse.

The rest of the evening was boring..

I woke up the next morning at 8:45

I was so nervous I wanted to reason with my professor but at the same time I was so scared of what he had to say.

I called shaikha

Me: haa ga3da??

She was so sleepy: china mbacher :(

Me: aby ala7ig 3alaaih

Shaikha: mmmm

Me: sm3ay etha daykha tara its okk kamlay nomtich!!

Shaikha: la kaany al7een agoom

Me: akeed?

Shaikha: ee

Me: ok

I hung up, then went to the bathroom

Every time I remember the professor my heart sinks

I stayed up last night praying that he would give me a passing grade!!

After I got ready I left to pick up shaikha

On our way to the university..

Shaikha: are you nervous?

Me: shrayich!!

Shaikha: walla wedyy ahadeech bs 7ady daykha akhaf akhoorha walla awal ma a9a79i7 akhaleech tinsain limte7an :p

Me: haha namay bs

We arrived at the university, I parked and we walked to the Professors office

Me: I’m so nervous!!

Shaikha: don’t be tiwakilay 3ala allah o dishayy

The tears were threatening to flood my face

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door..

I opened it, but it didn’t budge.

Ifff wainaa!!!

I asked the secretary

Secretary: eywa ra7 yege ba3ad shway

Me: ok mashkor

Shaikha and I sat down on the chairs in the hallway.

I was reciting prayers

“yaraabyyy et3ady 3ala khaiir!!”

Shaikha: abaaih tathkreeen Rasha al*****??

I rolled my eyes to her direction

Me: shfeha?

Shaikha: enkha6baat!!! Ams ga3da tgooly 7ad’ha mistansaa

Me: 7ilfay shaikha?

Shaikha: shnu?

I said sarcastically: ok 9a7 maku a7san min hal wagt enna nitkalam 3an khi6bat rasha!

Shaikha: sheesh calm down!

Me: min9ijyyy 7ady mitwatra!

Shaikha: ee ga3da a7awel alla6if eljaw

I sighed and looked at her helplessly

Me: ed3eeely :(

Shaikha: enshallaah

We started whispering our prayers until I heard the professor

I shot up and followed him inside his office

Me: esalam diktoor?

He looked at me

Prof: wa3alykum esalam 7ayyach bnayty

Me: mashkoor

I walked in and shaikha awkwardly followed

Me: umm.. dr galoly enna saqa6t el final exam

He looked at me, surprised

Prof: 9ij? Affaaa

Shnu affa?? Enta elly emsaqi9ny if!

I gave him a tight smile

Prof: magilteely shismich?

Me: lama al*****

He looked at his computer screen until he found my name

Prof: ee 3al 7iffa!

Me: ya3ny cham???

He looked at all my previous grades

Prof: I’m disappointed, 3alamtich kilhum zaineen shmi3na el exam?

Anadry???? I was as confused as you are Mr. Mohammad.

I wanted to say that out loud, I wish I could but that’ll blow away any chance I have with him actually changing my grade.

Me: madry diktor! Pleaseee matigdar tirfa3ny ana almafrooth atkharaj eb shahar 1!

Prof: 3ajeeb..

He continued looking at my grades, surprised.

Prof: ok entay yayba 58.67

I swear my heart stopped beating for a second, and then continued hammering in my chest unwillingly.

I gasped and the professor looked at me..

Me: sorry

My face reddened with embarrassment and sadness

How could I get such a grade?

Prof: la7tha entay bint Barrak Ahmad al*****?

Me: eee

Excitement rushed through me for some reason, lets hope my father’s name changes my grade.

Prof: ee allah yathkera bil khair! Uboy o yadich kanaw rabi3!

Ok…?

I just looked at him with hopeful eyes.

Prof: walla ya lama madry shagoolich!

Ga3ed yil3ab eb a39abyy!!

Me: diktoor please!! Asawy ay shay bas please latsaqi6ny!

He looked at me with tangled eyebrows

Prof: la, mu ana ellly msaq6ich! Hathy 3alamtich!

Uh oh..

I replied with a shaky voice: asfa diktoor, bs aq9id sa3idny please?

Prof: hahaha shfecch khtara3tay

Umm?

Me: madryy

Prof: ya3ny ana akhare3??

He smiled, eagerly waiting for my answer.

Me: haha laa?

Hoping it was the right answer.

I faked that laugh!!

Prof: ok lets make a deal, goleely nikta et’tha7ikny o arfi3ich

Are you being serious now? Are you being F*CKIN serious!!!

Me: uhh..

I instantly remembered the jokes Wahab sent me yesterday

So I told him.

Prof: hahaha

Tha7akt min sirrik bala… iff staghferallaah!!

Prof: walla mu6ee3a ya lama, la tistahlain arfi3ichh

He stabbed on his keyboard and then turned the computer’s screen to face me.

Prof: shrayech?

He changed the F and replaced it with an C+

Zain minna e9ara7a!!

I grinned: mashkoooor diktoor!

Prof: el3afu, o tara marifa3tich ella lana entay 6aliba mushtahida o 3alamtich kilha 3alya

He paused and looked down, then continued: o ham 3ashan ubooch, wallah walhan 3alaih salmay ha?

Me: okk yoo9al enshallaa!! Walla diktoor mashkor wayed!!

I left his office with a huge grin on my face.

As we made our way to the parking lot, I realized I received three missed calls from my dad.

So I called him..

Me: alo hala baba

Dad: hala feech ha bashraay

Me: waaay neshaf damy 3ala ma 3a6any el 3alama

Dad: elmuhim refa3 edaraja?

Me: eee takhayal min F lay C+

Dad: ukhh! Walla dekatrakum madry shlon shighilhum!

Me: haha 6ala3 e3arfik! Esma mohammad al*****

Dad: eeee 3araftaa hatha weld 3amy 9ali7!

Me: ee madry 3ad bs lama 3araf esmik estanas o refa3ny zyada

Dad: ashwaa zain!

I dropped shaikha at her house and went to my house..

I told my mother about me failing the exam then talking to the professor about it..

3a9ebat o zafatny laish magitlaha min ams bs she calmed down afterwards

I checked my phone to see a message from an unknown number; wahab came to mind.

I opened it:

Bashray? Kalamtay el dr?

Oh my god, does he think that we’re friends or something?

Ok I respect his concern bs laykoon 3abala enna e7na 6aya7na el meyana!

God!

I was so annoyed, knowing that it was partially my fault. I shouldn’t have tweeted that tweet yesterday 

giving him the wrong ideas.

I decided to ignore him..

I was so bored; I tried to read a book but almost slept after the third page.

Then, I watched a couple of Friends episodes, it was the episode when Monica kept telling people that 

Chandler gets pedicures..

So it hit me, why don’t I get a pedicure!

I typed in our group in whatsapp:

Me: ya 7ilween aby arou7 bubbles mnu tye weyay?

Shaikha: ana banam!!

Me: ok the rest?

Reema: magdaar 6al3a ma3a mama :(

Me: ok dalia..?

Dalia: waaay chan giltay abchar tawny 7a6a dihin eb sha3ryy

Me: maminkum fayda :( khalas ana baroo7

I locked my phone and changed into more comfortable clothes..

Me: yuma tara ana baroo7 el saloon basawy manicure o pedicure tabeen tyeen weyay??

Mom: la 7abeebty ana lazim aro7 3nd khaltich.. ma7ad min rab3ich bero7 ma3ach?

Me: laa maygdroon

Mom: ok bs lata2akhirain!

Me: enshallah

I got out of the house and into my car.

As the engine revved to life, I said du3a2 elrkob and drove off.

I connected my phone to the aux and wa3adteeny by abdullah alruwaished blasted through the speakers.

Even though the song is old, I still enjoy listening to it!

I was heading to bubbles nail spa that is located in burj jassim.

There was this white old looking Toyota, beat up from frequent use, behind me.

I noticed the car because it was following me from the time I left my neighborhood.

Well, maybe whoever is inside is not following me, just going to the same destination or someplace near.  

As I was about to leave the intersection, I received a Message so I grabbed my phone to check.

Just as I lowered my gaze on the phone,

Something felt weird!

I quickly turned my head to see a car coming at me from my right side.

I felt my car shake

I freaked out but everything happened so fast!

It crashed into the side of my car and pushed it till it collided into the intersection's one-meter high wall

My head bumped into the steering wheel and I blacked out.