Ana w hu - 5

Our first summer (still)

Recap: He plans to stop by our house.

‘Trany bamir 3laich yom el5mees’

‘OK whatever’

‘Shu whatever, matma95ar’

‘Enzain wala ana’

I wasn’t actually serious, I was a chicken, and had no intention of sneaking out with him, but for some peculiar reason, I played it off as if I was completely serious and willing to go out with him.

So, Thursday comes, and we talked on the phone when everybody went to bed, as usual.

Bla bla bla

‘Trany a7een banazil 3abood wbayeech, mb shay yom hu wyayeh’

‘Enzain’

‘Shu takleen 7abebe?’

‘Mashay bas Skittles’

‘Enzain get me some when I stop by today’

‘Hehe enzain’

*At this point, in my mind, I was still not going out in the middle of the night with some dude, I was just saying I will*

*We talk some more*

‘Enzain 7yaty ana shwayh w baw9al, so inzly w call me’

And guess what? The girl who honestly truly genuinely thought that she will not, did.

I went downstairs, and to the backyard and gave him a call.

‘7abebe I can’t open the little door, it’s locked’

‘Oh, mt2akdih?’

‘Yeah it won’t open, bas shay this big key near it, ma3arf mal shu’

‘Haih, bs 7eesy hal mfta7 bayfta7 el bab el 3ood’

‘Ok, bayarib’

*Euuu333333 (gate opening noise)*

‘Waaaih fdaitch fdait hay ely wagfih!’

*No response*

‘Enzain ta3aly bara3 shu titrayain’

I walked out the gate and into the sikka in front of our house, with my Skittles clenched in my hand.

‘Enzain, umm nazil eljamh’

I was standing a few meters away from his car, with phone still in hand, talking to him

‘La la shu nazil eljamh, ana mb yay lain hny 3shan aramisch winty wagfh!’

‘Umm, Ok’

‘Yalla dshee’ *opens the passenger door*

In I get.

‘Sorry 5ayast your car trab’ (I was barefoot)

‘La la ma3laih’

‘Here’s your candy’

I was freaking out, I was looking right out the window, as if he wasn’t there. That dude was staring at me so much I was actually afraid haha. He wouldn’t take his eyes off me. He grabs my hand. He holds them and doesn't let go.

‘Are you cold? Ha, bardanh, baga9ir 3lal mkayif’

*Silent, still, staring out the window*

‘Enzain .. wain boosty?’

He was kissing my hands, non-stop.

I stare at him.

‘3a6eeny boosih wla tra badish fhazbalh ely jdamna!’ (There was this big freej zbalh jdamna :p)

‘Ok’ *tiny peck on the cheek*

I go home, close the main gate, sneak in from bab elmeelas. I stop by the mirror at the bottom of the stairs to check myself out. I looked pretty. My long dark hair was in cute natural locks, and my fringe was pinned up. I was wearing a turquoise Hello Kitty pajama from H&M, it looked like I didn't make an effort, and to be honest, I didn't.

‘Fdaitch wallah, makint adry ench 7lwa lhadrjah, okay I knew you weren’t ugly bs maknt adry thissss pretty!’ He said later that night.

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Stupid school was coming up, and I didn't want that. I wanted M, and only M.

*OK, I know this one is short too, but I'll post soon, I promise, thanks guys!*

Ana w hu - 4

Our first summer

Recap: He comes to school to see me.

When I saw my smokin’ M approaching, I quickly looked away and fiddled with the uniforms stacked on tables in front of me, it was early morning and it was only us and some other maids in the hall. He just casually sat down on a bench and looked, at me, as if it was all normal to stop by school on a summer day, enter the hall, and sit. It was actually cute. I felt like smiling hard, but tried to conceal it, I was feeling my smile in my temple and jaws, you know, when you try to hold your smile in, and then smile under your skin, like you could feel smile-tension in your face lol, so many S words there! Hehe, I bet you don’t know what I’m talking about, but that’s how I felt. I’ve never seen him before in a public place, heck I’ve never seen him anywhere before!

Anyways, M left and soon after I did too. I headed to the car and waited for Ashraf to handle the payments and what not. I got a text for M asking me to stop by the petrol station. We stopped by it and I got down and headed to the right most fridge, for some Ornamin C. I felt somebody creep, more like storm, behind me, and whisper ‘A7bech’ as they passed. It was M. And again, I had smile-tension all over my face lol. If I were lighter skinned, I would so have been blushing haha. What you just read, was our very first real life interaction.

That night, I was talking to M on the phone.

‘Bla bla bla’

‘Tawny 6ali3 mn bait ubooyh hny fl 5waneej ‘

‘Oh, ana fl 5waneej right now!’

‘T7asabtkm sakneen fy FlanVille ?’

‘Well actually we stay here now, bas still marat nbat hnak, which is really bait my grandparents.’

‘Oh I see, enzain wain fl 5waneej bl’6ab6?’

‘-Directions-‘ ;p

‘Oh haha I’m right there!’

‘Hehe why?’

‘Bas may59ich, a7een gooly wain akamil ?’ ;p

‘Kamil seedh, awal skkah’ :p

‘Ok, w b3dain?’

‘Right there, first house’

‘Oh, inty wain 7jratch? Mb 3al share3?’

‘La my room wara ..’ *as I was peeking from under my curtains at the approaching Land Cruiser whose headlights were flashing across my face*

‘Haha chathabh! 3yal mnu hay ely twayij!’

‘Oh madry hehehe’ :p

‘Hehe malwatch! Yallah i6l3y’

‘Laaaa maba’

‘Yallah 7abebe 3ad!’

*Opens window and steps into balcony*

‘Fdaitech inty! Saweely bye’

‘Maba 7abebe that’s so weird!’

‘Yallah 3shan 5a6ry, just wave at me!’

‘7abebe I feel like a weirdo, but here goes’ *Waves as if I have broken limbs, or something that waves weirdly ;p*

Then, our neighbour’s zarra3, out of nowhere, at 3 in the morning, comes and stands by my M’s car.

‘Salam Rafeeq, wain Dbai?’

‘Ha, Dubai?’

‘Haih, wain Dbai, mb hny?’

‘La, ha mafy Dubai, ha khawaneej, dubai menak, seeda.’

‘Oh, mashkoor Rafeeq’

*M drives away*

That just cracked me up. I had a funny one too.

We talked some more, ila wasma3 enh el7abeeb m8arir 5ala9 enh he stops by in a few days!

Ana w hu - 3

Our first summer

Recap: He heard me get called by my real name, ya3ny 'busted'.

‘What did your cousin call you?’ he asked.

‘What did you hear?’ I kept repeating, unusually casually. I wasn’t sure how I felt. He then asked me who I really was, and I gave in, I told him. He claimed that he knew something was up before I told him, ‘You’re Flan’s sister, aren’t you?’ He asked me, and yes, I was. He said ‘he was eyeing me’ since 6^th grade, creepy, much?

And guess what he did? Nothing. To my surprise, he didn’t do anything. He didn’t leave, he didn’t do anything. And it just continued on as normal. Can you imagine that? Ya3ny fbalich enh awal may3arf the truth klshay bayintihy, w 3gb, mayintihy shay, bl 3aks!

We talked the next day as he was boarding, said our lovey dovey goodbyes and take cares, as if nothing ever happened. A few days after that ‘incident’ we went to Malaysia, and still we talked. It seems the definition of a relationship around here is ‘talking’, don’t you think? When you ask a girl if she’s in a ‘relationship’, you’d say, do you ’talk’. It’s interesting. Anyways, things weren’t going according to plan. Our prank, or mine at this stage, since I hadn’t told my friend S that it actually continued, was failing miserably.

This wasn’t meant to happen, I was glad he found out, it was a burden off my shoulders, but still he was supposed to leave so all this ends! However, I wasn’t even considering leaving or ending it, not the slightest bit. I was so into it and I didn’t even think, just think, about letting it all go. I had forgotten about my family and friends, he quite literally became my everything. I really loved him at that point, and he made me feel loved too.

We came back from Malaysia, he was still in Egypt. When he was away, we didn’t speak on the phone that much, it was mainly texting:

- Halla 7yaty
- Hallah 7abebe
- Sh7alech baby?
- El7emdellah .. winteh?
- Not good :p
- Laish? What’s wrong?
- Umm, inty busy?
- La …

*Phone call*

- Bla bla bla bla

- 'Lu shftyy elm9arwaaa shu sawobna! L7gona ana w 3abood w mhayyer kl wa7d eb gaba! Kasroona mn el’6arb!'

- 'Omg 7abebe laaaish?'

- 'Madry wa7d mn jma3atna shay msawyy chan yseer elma9ry wyzgr elfreej w 6a7aw feena 6ai7h!'

- More bla bla bla bla

-' T3arfeen, ana mab’3ait aramisch 3shan matwalah 3laih, lany mn asma3 9ootch ashtag lich, bs you know I’m glad eny ramastich ''

- 'w I'm glad you did 7abebe'

- More bla bla bla.

I thought it was so cute that he chose me to speak to about being beaten up by a bunch of dudes, I mean, I felt glad that I was the one he went to when he needed to ‘fa6’fi’6’. I felt the same way towards him, hu ely ashkeelh wa6ali3 ely f5a6ry lh w yoom aba shay agoolh, he was my go to guy lol. We had a thing, big time.

He was coming back from Egypt late at night, and I was sleeping over at my Grandparent’s house. I was really tired, and didn’t feel like talking on the phone. I decided I’ll just sleep, even though I knew he was coming back. Next morning I find a few miss calls from him, and I was thinking of an excuse for not answering. True, I was head over heels for him, but all this was new to me. At night, we’d talk for hours, and I wasn’t used to staying up like that, I needed my sleep, and often I’d do exactly that, sleep. Many a time he would call, or I promise I would, but then give in to my dear bed.

The summer holiday was nearly over, and it was almost time for school. I told my M that I was stopping by school tomorrow to pick up the uniforms and books, and yeah, you guessed it, somebody thought it was the perfect time too! Anyhow, I go to school, next morning, try out some uniforms for my little brothers, and as I was yelling back at Ashraf (the driver) to get a bigger size for my bro, some dude entered the hall in a clean cut kandoora and a red cap, gorgeous.

Ana w hu - 2

Our first summer

Recap: Our 'relationship' continued.

I didn’t mention this in the previous posts, so I thought I’ll throw it in at the beginning of this post. So in one of our MSN conversations (probably just before exams were over), he said he wanted to tell me something.

M: Umm, N, there’s something I want to tell you.

Me: Ok ..

M: Bs a5af you take it the wrong way

Me: La gooly ..

M: Bs maybe you don’t feel the same way or something.

Me: C’mon, just say it.

M: I think I’m in love with you ..

Me: Oh .. umm .. me too, I think :$.

Haha, as you can see, that was pretty kiddish, bs give me a break people I WAS a kid. Mal mga9a moool haha. But I knew it wasn’t love, just puppy love, excitement, a crush, keep in mind I still thought it wasn’t serious, I actually believed it wasn’t me, since he didn’t know my real identity. ‘3abiyeh, awanh itha may3arf ismy ya3ny 3ady :p

Elmuhm, like I said before, as the days passed, we became closer, we talked more often and often. I actually remember the very first phone call from my own mobile. It was probably a day or two after I sent that text. I was out with my parents and brothers for a family lunch in Japengo. We were going to talk once I got home. And we did. I was in my room, he called. I was really shy. He would talk and talk and talk and all my answers were practically single worded. Anyhow, we chatted some more, well he did at least, then my little brother came in and said we’ll be going soon. It was just to my grandparent’s house, I was in seventh grade and a9lan wasn’t allowed to go alone to malls whalswalif. S2alny where I was going, ‘Oh, nowhere’ I said in a casual manner. Awany 3ad mysterious w cool, ya7laily ela bait yadoh sayra haha :p . I said I was going to close now, he said ‘OK, sim3y, ihda2 lech’

غمض عيونك حبيبي غمض عيونك
بقولك شئ بس اسمعني بقلبك
محتاجلك في حياتي ما اقدر بدونك
او بختصرلك و اقولك احبك احبك

مجنون بك واعترفلك صرت مجنونك
لا الذنب ذنبي ولا ذنب الهوى ذنبك
لو كل هالناس بعيوني يشوفونك
إن كان ذاب بغلاك العالم و حبك

اموت فيك وفوادي ينبض بكونك
واوقف واحس بغرامي يمشي بدربك
وإن جيت افكر في نفسي كني اخونك
يا كيف افكر في نفسي دامني قربك

احلف بربي احبك موت واصونك
واحس انا بنبض قلبك يحلف بربك
ياكل عمري خلاص افتح عيونك
ماقلتلك شئ واللي قلته لقلبك

I mean, how sweet is that?! He kept me on for the whole song, and the words were just perfect. And I like died, I melted, I completely melted. 9dg ya3ny thbt eb ma3na elkalima, hehe ga9aw 3layih 3adel hehe.

I was excited; I thought that it was nice knowing that a guy was actually interested in you. I was a kid, and before that, I was actually quite mature for my age, I just brushed off any thing to do with guys, but, you know, when it’s happening to you, when you’re the one he wants, it’s different. You’re young, you’re naïve, you fall for it. And I for one fell hard.

As you know it was summer, and we were travelling to Africa for holiday. Our flight was around 11 AM. I had talked to him all night before, I was kind of sad.

‘A5eech, mool mb shay bdoonch ya N, shu basawy a7een ana?’, I remember him saying during that phone call. Anyhow, the next day, at the airport, he texted:

Which gate are you at?

24 something.

Ok…

*After a few minutes*

Fdait.ha ana! Batwalah 3laich!

He actually came to see me! I didn’t see him though. This has happened before haha. Just before we travelled we went shopping in Sahara centre (3ad hathak elwagt mashay DM ;p) for some clothes. Anyways he texted asking where I was. I told him 9a7ara and he replied that he was there too! He asked which shop I was, I was in NEXT lol. He then texted : Fdait el7ilwa ana! And again, I didn’t see him lol. I was very oblivious at that time lol.

Elmuhim, on the plane, on our way, I was quite sad. I listened to ‘Lail wdmoo3’ on my iPod all the way. It was on repeat. Ya3ny 9dg it was sad. ‘El lail w3yoonk wana, kln bka wagt elwda3’. Ah. I had such strong feelings for him, 7ta lu they may have not been ‘real’ or whatever, I know what I felt, and whatever it was, it was strong and passionate.

When I first got there, first thing I did was plugged in my phone. As soon I switched it on I got a message, from him. ‘7abebek m7a6am jroo7n w mnhar, 7aleh 3laik mn elwalah 3aks 7alek’. Omg, I so cried. He was so sweet, he really made me feel so loved and wanted.

Our trip wasn’t bad at all, I talked to him every night. It was lovely. I used to sit, at night, on the window sill, with the window open and the breeze blowing in my face ever so slightly. I remember the view vividly. It was a neighborhood, since we stayed at a guest house, and all the houses had alarm systems all over and a light flashing in accordance to this certain pattern, and on the side there was this bigger road with palm trees lining it, you could hear the noise of cars passing by.

It was such a lovely lovely time. We were still newly together, so the interest and that ‘spark’ 3agolat.hm was present and strong.

‘Bachr banseer nshoof el penguins’

‘Oh that’s nice. Bs looking at them?’

‘Yeah I guess ya3ny hehe’

‘Aha, 3ad I like to touch not just look ;) ’

Hehe, that was cute, albeit naughty, bas to be honest, he wasn’t suggesting anything, not at that time at least lol.

The trip passed by quickly, it was only 8 days. We continued on speaking every night until the morning back home, I would literally spend 6 hours just talking to him all night, and even during the day, whenever we had free time, we’d talk, and if not we’d text.

One time, I was sitting in our living room, and at the window again. I was talking to him and he said:

‘7abebe’

‘Ha 7abebe’

‘Ana ishu bnsbalch?’

‘Klshay’

‘9dg?’

‘Haih’

And I did mean it, he was my klshay.

It was only a few days after we came back from our trip and he’d go to Egypt. On the eve of his trip, in the living room, we were talking on the phone, when my cousin called me by my real name. ‘A’, he called. ‘A, A!’. ‘Shu tba 5alood?’, I answered my cousin.

It was then that M found out.

*Sorry guys for such a long disjointed post, a lot has happened since and I'm trying to fit everything I can remember from that time. Our story is very long and there are loads of aspects to it, so sometimes it gets a tad bit hard to write. If you have any suggestions, comments or whatever, let me know, it's much appreciated.*