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.