Part 10.

      “Haa youba eshfeech?” Faisal asked with a worried tone, “Did everything go smoothly with your brother?”

“Yes,” Dalal whispered and smiled.

“Akeed? You don’t sound convincing.” Faisal replied.

“Faisal wayenk? Ako shay lazem agoolek yah w abeek etrakiz ma3ay shway.” Dalal said with a serious tone.

“Degeega,” Faisal said as he got out of the Dewaniya and got into his car. “Amray 7abebty?”

“Faisal, you can marry me now.” Dalal whispered.

Faisal was speechless, “Dalal, mani fahem?”

Dalal giggled and told Faisal about what had happened with Nasser and 3azeez earlier that night. Faisal sat silently listening to Dalal with his jaw dropped.

Dalal waited for him to say something but he didn’t and it started to worry her.

“Faisal? Eshfeek matrid?”

“Madre Dalal, I just find it too good to be true.” Faisal said coldly.

“Faisal didn’t you say miracles happen? Yala it’s happening now, omy etgoul khal omek teyey eb hal youmain.” Dalal said plainly.

“3abalech it’s that easy?” Faisal asked.

Dalal was starting to get furious with Faisal’s reaction, “Faisal eshfeek? Are you trying to back out or something? Shno kel elkalam ely gelta earlier faj2a nesayta?”

All that Dalal got was a plain “madree.”

“Faisal what are you saying? Isn’t this what you want? Isn’t this why you’re back in my life?” Dalal asked with a heartbreaking tone.

“It’s just too fast.” Faisal replied back.

Dalal tried her best to hold herself from crying as she asked, “are you playing with me?”

“No,” Faisal replied. “I’m not playing with you, I’m just finding it hard to believe.”

Dalal swallowed her tears and cleared her throat, “Jad Faisal matewaqa3t hal reaction menik. I thought you’d be happy. 3al3omom, ana gelt agoolik ely 9ar, la2na it was very important, w ent kaifek, te9araf. Te9ba7 3ala khair.”

Dalal ended the phone call, switched her phone off and went to sleep.

Faisal decided not to go back to the Dewaniya, but to go back home.

He needed to comprehend everything Dalal told him; he needed to come up with a plan, a strategic plan that will work out for him. He knew his mother wouldn’t get convinced so easily let alone go propose to a girl who has completely different family values and morals. He needed to have a talk with his sister. Yes, Haya would know what to do.

Faisal drove off and called his sister hoping that she’d still be up.

After two failed attempts, Haya picked up on the third.

“Aloo?” Haya replied with a tired voice.

“Hayoona nayma?” Faisal asked.

“Not anymore” Haya replied sarcastically.

“7abebty asf ga3dtech bas a7taj aklemch tharoori.” Faisal sounded serious.

Haya sat up and cleared her throat, “sure, what’s up?”

“La la mayenfa3 over the phone, ana kani 3asher degayeg w 2o9al elbait, please latrdeen etnameen?” Faisal pleaded.

“Faisal feek shay? Khaled feeh shay? Omy w Obouy…”

Faisal cut her off and said, “Lat7ateen, nothing’s wrong. I just need to talk.”

“Okay 3ayal yala na6retik.” Haya ended the call and went to wash up and wait for her brother.

15 minutes later Faisal got home and went up to his sister’s room.

“Haya?” He knocked on the door.

Haya came behind him from the kitchen holding two mugs of Chai 7aleeb, “Kanii ehnii”

Faisal looked back and smiled, “Allah walla yah ebwakta! 7adee kent meshtehy chai 7aleeb” he took the mug from her and entered her room and sat on her couch.

Haya sat on the bed and stared at Faisal, “Yalla goul eshfeeha Dalal?”

Faisal wore a confused look, “How did you know?”

Haya laughed, “7abeby, 7asait men wayhik ena elmawthoo3 3an Dalal, you can’t really hide it anymore.”

Faisal breathed out, “Hayoona, Dalal galat ena lazem arou7 akhe6bha, in two days.”

Haya was confused, “laish met’thayeg? Mu hatha ely kent tetmanah?”

“Emballa, bas..” Faisal said.

“Bas shno?” Haya asked.

Faisal explained to Haya how he felt and how the conversation went with Dalal. Haya was very disappointed with how Faisal reacted to Dalal and told him that he shouldn’t have said what he said.

“She got angry with you mu chthy?” Haya asked.

“Eeh, 9aketa ebwayhy.” Faisal said plainly.

“Walla maloomha. Faisal ghala6 ena chthy kanat radat fe3lek. Ehya kanat tabe tesma3 menik ena everything would be fine wena everything you want would eventually come ture, 6ala3t ent elkhawaf w to her you seem like you’re backing out!! Allah ya3lem what she’s thinking now!” Haya said to Faisal.

“Adree adree ana ghala6t wallaa, bas Haya please look at the bigger picture?” Faisal said, “Omy shloun ebteqtini3!!”

Haya smiled, “Shouf ent bas lat7atee omy, khalha 3alay ana”

“Shloun ya3ne?” Faisal asked.

“Well you can say ena mama tadree belmawthoo3.” Haya smiled mischievously.

Faisal still didn’t seem to understand, “Faisal khalas lat7atee ana bakalemhaa!” Haya reassured her brother.

“You just worry about Dalal now, ehya aham. W omy lat7atee enshalla, ebtertha.”

Faisal smiled, he didn’t know what Haya’s up to but he loved how she’s helping him.

He finished his cup of milk and watched a little bit of TV with Haya until she fell asleep. He turned off her lights and went to his room.

It was around 4 A.M. and he was getting really tired. After calling Dalal for what seemed 10 times he gave up and sent her a message:

Daloola please don’t ever think that I’d back out or that I’m playing games with you. I’d never do that, 7abebty I want you as my wife and nothing will ever stop me. I hope you’re sleeping well. Please ga3deeni weyach bacher.

Goodnight, I love you.

- Faisal.

Hot and Cold

Dear readers,
Faisal&Dalal's story is on hiatus right now, but I promise to give you the ending.

for now, I hope you enjoy my short posts.

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        With all the buzz and laughter going around, Jana didn’t hear her phone ring the first time. One of her cousins had to nudge her and tell her that someone was calling her. Before she could pick up, she got a missed call.

When she checked who was the caller, she quickly stepped out into the cold brisk air and dialed the numbers she knows by heart.

Two seconds later, Bader picked up,

“Wain kentay?” he asked coldly.

Jana began whispering, for she didn’t know who might hear her passing by, “Bader 7abeby sorry masema3t mobiley lama dag.”

“Laish? Men ga3da weya entay?” Bader began asking his demanding questions.

Jana sighed, she didn’t know when this non-stop jealousy was ever going to end, “Bader, geltlek ana weya ahali.

“Meta betrdeen elbait?” he kept his tone sharp.

“Madre, yemken ba3ad sa3a.” Jana replied.

“Na3am? Shno ya3ne ba3ad sa3a? Al7een elsa3a 11. Reday elbait al7een.” Bader demanded.

“Bader magdar ahed omy w ahali w ard baitna al7een.” Jana replied.

“Mali sh’3l, dabray nafsech. Etha 9arat elsa3a 12 wentay lama al7een 6al3a, be9eer shay mara7 ya3jebich ya Jana.” Bader replied coldly.

Jana hated Bader’s anger and jealousy issues, but putting that aside, she worshiped him and was deeply in love with him.

“7ather,” Jana whispered as hot tears filled her eyes.

Bader ended the phone call knowing he made Jana upset.

Jana had to act fast for she only had 45 minutes to get home, and the trip back home would take 20 minutes itself.

She went back inside, and plastered a fake smile on her face, but deep inside she was crying, she was hurt, she was in pain.

Bader looked at his phone and saw that Jana changed her status on BBM to “help, I need a ride home.” He felt terrible for upsetting Jana, yet he couldn’t help himself. He was too overprotective of her. He was way to jealous to let her be with all her guy cousins. He was very possessive when it comes to her. Everything he tries to do to show Jana how much he loved her and cared about her would end up in a mess.  With all the trouble and pain Bader put Jana through, yet she would obey his every word, with a smile on her face. She would try her very best not to lose her temper around him. She loved him too much to upset him.

Jana texted Bader:

            Mako a7ad erdni, w omy mara7 tamshe al7een.

Bader didn’t reply, instead he called Jana.

This time Jana stayed in her seat, and would talk to Bader as if it was one of her friends.

“Aloo? Hala Farah,” Jana said.

Bader chuckled, “Al7een ana 9ert Farah?”

Jana was surprised with the tone Bader was using now, she hated how he’d switch from hot to cold within seconds.

Jana couldn’t help but giggle.

“Ana amirech okay?” Bader asked.

“Uhh, shagool 7ag omy?” Jana asked.

“Golelaha Farah yaya ta5thech elbait.” Bader said.

“Enshalla. Meta?” Jana asked.

“3asher degayig. Al7een bamshi men eldewaniya.” Bader said and ended the phone call.

Jana went to her mom and told her that Farah was going to pick her up. Farah is her best friend, and sometimes, Jana uses Farah’s name whenever she was going out with Bader, or was going to do something that involved Bader.

Her mother trusted her and trusted Farah to the point where she’d let her youngest daughter travel alone with her best friend. Thankfully, Farah agreed on the little white lies Jana would say only because she loved her friend too much and she knows Jana would have done the same.

10 minutes later, Bader arrived as he promised in his all black Prado. He pinged Jana and told her he was outside.

Jana decided to give Bader the cold shoulder, because she was upset from him.

She got in the car and didn’t say a word.

Bader quickly drove off before anyone saw him.

When he got to the highway, he reached out and took Jana’s hand.

Jana flinched when his warm hands touched her cold hands.

Bader’s hands were huge they covered her hands entirely.

She didn’t resist his touch, even when she was mad at him, she’d surrender to him.

He held her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers.

“Shakelich wayed 7lo elyoum.” He said in his soft husky voice.

She was wearing a brown leather jacket over black skinnies and a black wool shirt. Her hair was pulled into a fishtail braid to the side.

“Mashkoor,” Jana whispered shyly.

Bader realized Jana was still upset.

He knew exactly how to calm her down. He knew which buttons to press.

“7ayate?” Bader began in his softest voice ever.

“Hmm?” Jana tried to stay calm, although her heart was beating really fast.

“7agech 3alai 7abebty. Ana ‘3ala6an.. Please 7abebty sam7eeni? Mu qa9dei a5arib 3alaich wanastech, bas walla men 5oufi 3alaich. Wala eny aghar 3alaich w magdar afargich..” Bader gave Jana a pleading look.

Jana nodded and whispered, “a9lan ana magdar az3al 3alaick 7abeby..” and she slowly held Bader’s hand and kissed his fingers slowly.

Bader smiled, Jana was more than happy with him now. He knew picking her up was a great idea.

Bader pulled his hand away and put it on the steering wheel so he could focus on driving.

Jana told him all about her night on the way back and Bader told her about his plans tomorrow.

As they reached Jana’s house, disappointment was slowly creeping in on Jana’s face.

“Meta bashoofek Bader?” Jana asked.

Bader sighed, “7abebty, kach shefteeni?”

Jana frowned. “Bader enta fahem qa9di. Meta bashoofek for a long time?”

Bader held Jana’s face in his hands and stared deeply into her eyes.

Jana leaned in, and so did Bader. Their noses touching, she could feel Bader breathe on her face.

Jana’s heart was a firework, her eyes filled with desire.

Bader’s eyes filled with lust and love kept staring into Jana’s eyes.

‘Kiss me,’ Jana thought and wondered what it would feel like to have his lips on hers. She wondered how his lips would taste like; she wondered how his dirty beard would feel on her face.

‘Meta et9ereeni 7alali?’ Bader thought while traces Jana’s face with his fingers. He thought of kissing her right there and now, but he knew he wouldn’t. He knew couldn’t, but oh how much he urgently wanted to kiss her right now.

“Bader,” Jana whispered.

“3yoona?” Bader whispered back, giving Jana a dazed look.

“I have to go now 7abeby..” Jana said softly.

Bader nodded, he pressed his lips slowly on Jana’s cheek and let go of her. “Call me gabil la etnameen?”

“Enshalla,” Jana said as she got down from Bader’s car and went inside.

Bader drove back to the dewaniya and Jana took a shower and got in bed. She was exhausted, but she kept playing the intense moment she had with Bader over and over in her mind. She kept on making different scenarios each time. The pain she felt an hour ago was turned into happiness and love.

Even when Bader upset her and gave her great pain, he was the only person who would make her happy in seconds.

She loved him. She missed him. She needed him. Every day.

Jana was too tired to call Bader so she texted:

7abeby, I’m too tired and I’m going to sleep now. Goodnight, I love you.

Seconds later, Bader called and sweet talked Jana to sleep. He listened to her breathe softly and when he was sure she was fast asleep, he ended the call, and wrote her this in their BBM chat for her to see the next morning:

I can’t wait till the day ely ana akoun yamech w asm3ech etnameen yami.             Allah ya7fe’9ech ley oo e5aleech. A7bich yal ‘3alya ;*

Part 9.

      “7achait obouy,” 3azeez said.

“3an shno?” Dalal asked worriedly.

Both Dalal’s mother and brother listened attentively.

“3anna,” 3azeez smiled.

“E7na eshfeena?” Dalal’s heart slowly started pounding. ‘Ambaih laykoon 3azeez yabeeni, laa please 3azeez laa’ Dalal thought to herself.

3azeez breathed out, “Ga3adt omy w obouy w 7achait’hum w fahmt’hom eny mabeech.”

Nasser gasped but Dalal smiled, “E7lf?” Dalal asked.

“Walla,” 3azeez smiled, “6ab3an ana 9arle esbou3 aqani3 feehom la2na ely abeeha ga3deen yetqademoonlaha fa mabe athay3ha men eedi.”

“3azeez? W ekhty?  Lek wayh teyey baitna wetgoolaha hal 7ache??” Nasser was furious! “Ehya tabeek!!”

“Laa Laa Nasser! Ana mabeeh!! A9lan 3azeez 7esbat okhuyy!!” Dalal was so relieved and filled with joy that she jumped on 3azeez and hugged him.

“Thank you 3azooz thank you so much!!”

3azeez chuckled, “your welcome Dalal.”

“Bas la7tha, kalamt obouy?” Dalal asked.

“La obouy ely be7acheeh enshalla.” 3azeez said.

“La7tha ana mu fahem ely ga3d e9eer. Youma fahmeeny?” Nasser asked with a very confused look.

“Walla 7abeby 3elmy 3elmk. Obouk ma7achani wala gali shay.” Om Nasser gave 3azeez a questioning look.

“Nasser men e7na e9ghaar obouy w obouk qareraw ena ana w Dalal netzawaj 9a7?”

Nasser nodded.

“7liw, al7een ana w Dalal kebarna, w la ana abeha wala ehya tabeeni ba3d mu qa9eb. W ana el9ara7a abe bent ma3ay beljam3a w youm darait ena fee wa7d ebytqadamlaha zar 3agily fa 7achait omy w obouy. 6ab3an et3arf 3amek shloun 3aneed, awal shay maretha ba3dayn kther el7ana yebt rasa w retha.” 3azeez stopped to catch his breath but Dalal took over, “Nasser 7abeby, 3azeez e7b wa7da w yabe yakh6b’ha w ana a7b...” Dalal bit her lip because she said too much.

“Na3am??” Nasser replied in anger. “Entay shno?”

Dalal looked at her mother for help. In their family, Nasser and their dad were the only two with closed minds.

“Fee wa7d metqademly w emkalmeen omy w ana abeeh.” Dalal blurted out.

3azeez nodded. Half of what Dalal said was true, but he had to play along for Dalal’s sake.

“W Mino hal wa7id ha? Men wayen et3arfeena???” Nasser voice was cold and loud.

“Nasser lat9arekh!! Walla everything’s official!!” Dalal shot her mother look, “Mama goleela!!” Dalal begged.

“Shagoola?” Her mother asked.

“Goleela 3an Faisal.” Dalal pleaded.

“Wet3arfeen esma ba3ad?? Walla hathy mal athba7haa!!” Nasser got up to get a reach for his sister when their Mother stood up in between them.

“Nasser 3aib 3alaick et7ache ekhtk chthy w ana ga3da. Wayen haibty w e7teramy??” She gave him a stern look.

Nasser breathed out angrily, “Youma shofay shtgool!! Etgool et3arf wa7id!!”

“Eeh akeed bet3arfaa!! Mu kha6eebha???” His mother said.

Nasser backed down, “Ya3ne betfahmeeni ena 9ar ako 7ache rasme?”

His mother gritted her teeth, she didn’t want to lie, but she had to. “Eeh 9ar.”

“Meta? Laish e7na manadre?” Nasser questioned his mother.

“9ar men gabl sena, bas ana magelt 7ag obouk la2na shayel elfekra men rasa, w al7een madam 3azeez kalam obouh ya3ne khalas obouk beghayer rayah.” His mother replied sternly, ‘atmana ena eghayer rayah.’ She thought to herself.

Nasser studied Dalal for a while, deciding on whether to believe his mother or not. Dalal stood behind her mother, confidence not leaving her face.

3azeez realized that he had to say something, in order for Nasser to fully believe that there was an official engagement, “Nasser eshfeek? Tara ana kent dari lama 9ar kel hatha.”

Nasser turned and looked at 3azeez, “Shno ya3ne kent tadre?”

“Ya3ne lama teqadam Faisal 7ag Dalal, khalti dagat 3alai w galtly. Tara omek tadre ana w Dalal manabe ba3ath, bas mategdar etgool shay jedam obouk wala obouy.”

“Enzain w laish magetly?” Nasser asked.

“La2nk kent ebtarf’9 elfekra, fa magelna shay.” 3azeez said as he got up to leave, “Nasser haad baleck, tara mu kelshay bela39ab beyamshi.”

Nasser breathed out and looked at Dalal, “Walla endarait ench etkalmeen hal Faisal wela te6l3een weyaha gabl laet9eer khe6ba rasmeya matlomeen ela nafsch, fahma??” He gave her a threatening look.

Dalal nodded, “Enshalla.”

Nasser kissed his mother’s forehead and got up with 3azeez and they both left the house.

Dalal turned to her mother, “Mama mashkoora.”

Her mother turned and faced her with a serious face, “Shofay, al7een akeed 3amich kalam oboich w khala eghayer fekreta, w 3a6ay Nasser youmain telgaina gayel salfat Faisal 7ag oboich w yeg3ad efur rasa,”

“Enzain?” Dalal asked.

“Golay 7ag Faisal 3nda youmain,”

“3ala shno youma?” Dalal asked nervously.

“Shno 3ala shno ba3ad?? 3ashan eyoun el7areem w yakh6boonch rasme!!” Her mother replied.

Dalal couldn’t hide the smile on her face, “Enshalla youma bagoola ba3d shway.”

“Latbosemain wayed, 6al3a ma3a Faisal mako.” Her mother said.

Dalal’s smile faded and her heart sank, “Laish youma??”

“Bas ana gelt, mako 6al3a ela lama eyoun eryayel w et9eer khe6ba rasmeeya!”

“Bas youmaa ohwa berd America ba3d thalath asabee3!! Meta e9eer kelhatha?” Dalal almost cried.

“Mu ohwa yabeech? Eeh 3ayal ohwa edaber omoora.” Her mother got up and as she walked out of the living room she turned and looked at Dalal, “Mako 6al3at weya Dalal, wala mukalamat zayda, mafhoom?”

Dalal nodded.

She went up to her room and got into a pair of comfy sweats and a pullover. It was early December and the weather was starting to get really cold. She checked her phone to see if Faisal called or left any messages but she didn’t find any, so she called her cousin Mariam and told her what happened. Mariam was really happy for Dalal and suggested that Dalal should call Faisal and tell him the good news.

Dalal waited for Faisal to text her but he didn’t so when it got to midnight Dalal began getting sleepy and she had to talk to Faisal before sleeping so she messaged him,

               

                “Faisal a7taj aklmek tharoori, please call me.”

Seconds later, Faisal called.

Part 8.

     “W-What?” Dalal asked.

Faisal smiled because Dalal was caught off guard, “agoolich etzawjeeni, abeech et9ereen 7alaly Daloola.”

Dalal was quite, she knew she wanted to marry Faisal, she knew it from the beginning but she also knew that her Dad wouldn’t agree of such occasion.

Dalal sighed, “Faisal obouy mara7 yertha, w I cant just run off with you.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to try with him Dalal?” Faisal said slowly turning his smile into a frown. “Ya3ne hal mara we’ll make it official? Akhale omy etkalem omich?”

Dalal shook her head, “Its not that easy Faisal.”

Faisal breathed out as he tried to hold on to his temper, “Ya3ne shafham men kalamich?”

Dalal stayed quite.

“A7achech ana? Laish ta7green?” Faisal was slowly losing his temper and Dalal was confused. This is a side she never really saw from Faisal. All the anger and cold tones he was using with her were all knew. Faisal saw the scared expression Dalal wore and he slowly calmed down.

“I’m sorry Dalal, bas men tefaragna wana 9ayer a3asib ebser3a wala agdar amsk a39abi.”

Dalal nodded.

“Daloola please ana ga3ed a7awel aftaa7 bebaan wentay ga3da et9akreenhom ebwayhi. Dalal I want to marry you, w law obooich mara7 yertha al7een ebyertha ba3dain la2na this is what you want. 9a7?”

“9a7.” Dalal whispered. “I think its time to go back home Faisal.”

Faisal nodded, “yalla lets go.” He put out his hand and Dalal took it without second thoughts.

They walked back to the car and he drove back to Salheya so Dalal could get back into her car and drive home.

As Faisal parked he looked at Dalal, “meta bashoofech?”

“Madree Faisal,” Dalal said.

“Tabeen etshofeeni?” Faisal asked “Are you happy I’m back?”

“Faisal hatha su2al? Akeed abe ashoofek, and yes I’m very happy that your back. Bas ent mu betrd soon?” Dalal turned to face Faisal.

Faisal nodded, “bas bugali three more weeks ba3dain lazem ard America.”

Dalal swallowed the knots of tears in her throat and plastered a smile, “then akeed I’ll see you before you go.”

“Bas?” Faisal looked bumped out. “I only get to see my girl twice?”

“Well if some miracle happens and baba suddenly gets amnesia w yertha then you’ll see me more than once.” Dalal said sarcastically.

“Dalal I’m serious, mabe ard America without making progress with our parents.” Faisal said.

“What’s the point Faisal? Obouy mara7 ekhaleni atzawaj a7ad ghair weld 3amy and both of us are in separate relationships. Faisal tadree kel ma 3ami w murta yaw baitna all they talk about is ‘3azeez and Dalal’s’ wedding? Tadre 3ami emkha6i6 weya obouy kelshay? They’re not even letting us say anything! Faisal, 3azeez is in love weya bent thanya and I have you but they’re ignoring us!” Dalal started tearing up.

“Shhh 7abebty” Faisal wore a torn apart look and held Dalal’s hand. “I promise we’ll find a way, I promise.”

Dalal nodded and wiped her tears, “Faisal I don’t want you to go back.”

“Back where 7abebty?” Faisal asked.

“Mabeek etrd America.” Dalal said.

“Laish youba?” Faisal asked.

“Bas mabee, aghar 3alaik. W abeek ehny belkuwait, 3al aqal agdar ashookfek bel 9edfa, bas wenta eb America ayi 9edfa ebtejma3na?” Dalal said.

Faisal smiled to the fact that Dalal still gets jealous over him, “Tadreen bugali sena w ard 9a7?”

“Still, ta3al ehny w kamel derastk, 3ndna wayed jam3at bel Kuwait.”

“7abebty magdar, I tried transferring my papers back her awal elsena galoli ena etha bared be3adloonli sentain bas w 7aram ana bas bugali sena w akhls.”

Dalal frowned, “ya3ne shloun Faisal? I’m not gonna see you? Wetha eq9booni atzawaj 3azeez wenta emsafer?”

Faisal’s jaw dropped, “Laa ma7ad ebyaq9ibch etsaween shay, ba3dayn you never know, yemken eb hal three weeks a miracle happens?”

Dalal shrugged, “yeah sure Faisal.”

“Dalool khala9 stop being so negative, bared elbait w ba7ache omy.” Faisal said.

Dalal smiled, “enshalla Faisal, yalla I better go, tamerni 3ala shay?”

Faisal nodded, “take care w drive safely” then he leaned in and kissed Dalal’s forehead.

Dalal blushed, “Enshallaa 7abeby,” she grabbed her bag and went back into her car.

As she drove back home, her cousin Mariam called her and asked about all the details.

Dalal told her everything and Mariam was really happy for her cousin, but the question lay unanswered, ‘how will Dalal convince her Dad to accept Faisal?’ Neither Dalal nor Mariam knew what to do but Dalal wasn’t so worried. She’d talk to her mother, she’s sure her mother would know what to do.

As she parked in front of her house, she noticed 3azeez’s car parked too.

‘Why is 3azeez here?’ she thought.

Before getting down from her car she messaged Faisal telling him that she got home and he replied back telling her that he’s going to the dewaniya and that before sleeping she should call him.

Dalal took every ounce of courage and confidence and walked into her house.

“Kahi kahi ew9alat,” she heard her mother say as she walked into the living room.

3azeez, Nasser and her mother were all sitting in the living room enjoying hot cups of tea.

“Salam 3alaykom,” Dalal entered the room and kissed her mothers forehead and sat beside her.

They all greeted Dalal back and 3azeez smiled to Dalal, “Shlounch Dalal?” he asked.

“7emdallah 3azeez, wenta?” She asked with a questioning look.

“Bkhair damich ebkhair.” 3azeez replied.

“Yala 3azeez kahi Dalal yat, eshbaghait’ha feeh?” Nasser asked.

3azeez smiled, and Dalal was speechless.

What 3azeez said to Dalal was absolutely surprising that it left all three of them in shock.

Part 7.

Enjoy;* The next part is coming in really soon!

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        Dalal squeezed Faisal’s hand as he walked her to the car. Although they were both quiet, a lot was going through their minds. Faisal opened the car door for Dalal and she got in. He smiled knowing that the love of his life was finally with him. He quickly got into the car and turned the engine on.

“Dalal?” Faisal said.

“Halla?” Dalal whispered.

“You’re beautiful.” Faisal breathed out.

Dalal’s face turned into a dark shade of crimson and she looked around the car so that Faisal wouldn’t notice.

“Laish mesta7ya meni?” Faisal’s tone was beginning to be more seductive.

Dalal gulped, “la la mu mesta7ya menk, I just..” she looked deep into Faisal’s eyes and was lost for a few seconds. “I just missed you terribly.” She finally whispered.

Faisal grinned and lifted Dalal’s hand up to his mouth and kissed it slowly. He kissed her fingers slowly then slowly kissed her palm. Dalal closed her eyes and breathed out slowly trying to regain control of herself. Faisal kissed Dalal’s wrist and pulled away, ‘that should do for a little while’ he thought.

Dalal opened her eyes and her vision was blurry. It has been so long since Faisal last kissed her, so long since he slowly tortured her with his soft kisses and touch, so long since she took in his scent. It slowly hit her how much she’s been missing him that her eyes got wet. ‘No more tears,’ she thought to herself. ‘No more missing Faisal, he’s back and I’m not gonna leave him out of my sight.’ She thought to herself.

“Faisal?” Dalal called as soon as Faisal pulled out of the parking spot and out of the parking lot.

“Halla?” Faisal replied.

“Where are we going?” Dalal asked, hoping it would be somewhere secluded. Somewhere where it’s just him and her.

“Mara7 agoolich” he smiled, “just wait and see.”

“Okay,” She smiled back, “bas magdar at2akhar wayed.” Her smile slowly faded.

“Don’t worry, by 11 you’ll be home.” Faisal replied.

Dalal smiled, she loved how Faisal still remembered about her curfews. Even though Dalal was 20, she still had curfews and rules to follow. She had a very strict father and an even stricter brother. She silently watched Faisal drive with a focused look and a slight grin on his face. She couldn’t help but smile; she was deeply in love with him that nothing mattered to her anymore. She was so deeply intoxicated with his love that she forgot everything that happened to her the past year she even forgot about everyone she met. They were quiet for a very long time that it was starting to get awkward; luckily Faisal’s phone beeped a new text message.

Faisal grabbed his phone and read the text with a big bright smile that left Dalal jealous and curious. She desperately wanted to know what made Faisal smile so brightly and as if he read her mind he gave her his phone “haach.”

Dalal took the phone and chuckled, “uhh shaswe feeh?”

“Reday 3al message.” Faisal teased.

“Ana shako?” Dalal said as she turned the phone over and stared at the screen.

“Shooof tara walla etha khalait Dalal et’9ee3 menik mara thanya ya waailick ya Faisal!!  3ad I warned you!! Please bas marry her ebser3a tara I miss having her around.”  The message came from Haya.

Dalal smiled and laughed really loudly. She read the message again and paused a little on the words ‘marry her’. She looked at Faisal and pictured him in a white dishdasha smiling brightly at her. Oh how much she longed for the day that she’d be officially his. But both Faisal and Dalal knew that a marriage was impossible right now.

“Shagoolaha?” Dalal asked.

“Ely tabeena,” Faisal said as he drove into Souq Sharq’s harbor parking. Dalal didn’t notice that they arrived at their destination because she was too busy replying to Haya.

“Hey its Dalal. I miss you more, don’t worry there will be no more break up’s, no matter what I promise, xoxo.”

Dalal sent the message and looked up to see Faisal getting a key from the inside of his pockets. He turned the engine off and said,

“Khalastay?”

Dalal nodded and looked around, she knew exactly where they were and slowly old loving memories came back to her and made her heart skip a beat. This was the exact place that she wanted. It was perfect, just Faisal and her and the starry sky.

Faisal pulled out a bright pink bag from the car seat and handed it to Dalal.

“Shno hatha?” She asked puzzled.

“Fet7ee oo shofay” he winked.

She opened the bag to find a box of her favorite Fauchon truffles.

She smiled shyly, “Faisal laish chthy?”

“Shno laish chthy? I know they’re your favorite so I got them for you. Khou mu kelyoum agdar ashoof feeh your smile.” And with those words Dalal blushed really bad and got out of the car.

Faisal took Dalal’s hand and walked down the harbor till they finally reached Faisal’s boat and he helped her get in. He wasn’t planning on driving away they weren’t many people around; on the contrary there was no one around. Dalal sat in her usual place and Faisal sat next to her and slowly they started talking. They talked for a very long time; it wasn’t hard for them to make conversation it was like they never broke up. He asked about her studies and how her grades were. He asked about her friends and brothers and family, he knew everything about her and she him.

Throughout the conversation Dalal was staring at Faisal’s face, studying it as if she was going to be quizzed on it at any moment. She loved how Faisal’s eyes squinted when he smiled. She loved how his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed when he expressed his hate towards the closed minded society they both lived in. She loved how his lips would curl every time she laid a hand on his thigh or arm. Faisal could see that she wasn’t fully attentive; he knew she was silently thinking about something. He pulled her closer to him and held her hands. She intertwined her fingers with his and stared quietly into the dark water.

“Daloola?” Faisal whispered.

“Halla?” She looked back at him.

“Shetfakreen feeh?” He asked.

“Afeker feena,” she looked into his eyes.

“Eshfeena?” He asked.

She sighed, she knew the next thing she’d say would disappoint Faisal but she had to say it anyway. “Faisal lay meta benthl chthy?”

To her surprise, Faisal smiled and said, “Will you marry me?”

Words of Wisdom.

Wish..
wish like you never wished before.


Dream..
dream like there's no reality.


Live..
live like there's no tomorrow.


Hope..
hope with all your energy.


Laugh..
laugh as much as you cry.


Fight..
fight for everything you believe in.


Believe..
believe in what you don't see before what you see; because things are never as what they appear to be.


Enjoy..
enjoy your life before it ends.


Embrace..
embrace those who mean the most to you.


Let go..
let go of all those you put you down.


Forget..
forget everyone who walked out of your life, if they were meant to be they would have never left.


Listen..
listen more than speak, listen to voice before the word, the tone can give another meaning.


Silence..
silence can be an answer to everything.


Endure..
endure life's pain, it'll only make you stronger.


Promises..
never make promises you can't keep.


Acceptance..
accept people as they are, no one is here to please anyone else.


Express..
express your feelings clearly, some hearts get broken with feelings and words that were left unspoken.


Give..
give to get.


Forgive..
forgive everyone before you go to sleep, you have no idea how much that would relieve you.


Find..
find your purpose in life, don't follow routine.


Meaning..
find meaning in everything you do..


Love..
love can cure a thousand souls if used correctly.


Kindness..
be kind to everyone and the universe will reward you.

All better now.

Dear readers,
Sorry I'm taking a long time to post, but I will try my best to post as soon as I can.
I will keep posting the "Part (Faisal and Dalal's)" posts soon so keep waiting ;*
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It was past ten and Nora was laying in bed facing the windows. The room was very dark except for the dimmed lights coming from under the bathroom door. Musaed, Nora’s husband, was getting reading for bed as usual. For weeks, Nora went to bed with a heavy heart. For weeks she wasn’t her normal cheerful self, she was undefined.  

Musaed came out of the bathroom ready for bed with a grin on his face but that grin was washed away when he saw his wife giving him her back in the dark bedroom. Nora would usually keep the bed lamp turned on until Musaed was next to her. But that night she decided to pretend she already slept. She just gave up. Musaed took his shirt off and remained in Ralph Lauren navy boxers and a Hanes wife beaters shirt.

“Nora?” Musaed whispered as he slowly turned the bed lamp on. Nora remained silent as she studied the lace on their curtains.

Musaed’s grin slowly came back to his face when he saw his wife in a lacey baby blue nighty. He was speechless as his eyes slowly traced Nora’s bare shoulders and neck. Her dark brown hair was spilled unmercifully all over the pillows and shoulder blades, which Musaed loved the most. His eyes kept tracing all of Nora’s barely visible back until her waist then he saw the covers clutched tightly around her waist and he got jealous. ‘That’s supposed to be me tightly wrapped around her waist, not the covers’ he thought to himself.

“7abebty?” Musaed whispered again as he got in bed next to Nora.

Nora didn’t say a word; she really didn’t want to say anything anymore. She just wanted to sleep. She closed her eyes tightly so she wouldn’t cry anymore.

Musaed dimmed out the lights and pressed himself on Nora’s back as he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. He pushed her gorgeous hair aside and slowly began kissing Nora’s shoulder tip.

Nora flinched at Musaed’s warm touch. Her heart melted as she felt his deep breaths on her shoulder and back neck. Musaed knew immediately that his wife wasn’t sleeping so he began again, “anadeech tawa laish matrdeen 3alay?”

He used his stern voice now; it was no longer sweet and gentle.

“Bas la2na abe anam.” She replied briskly.

“Feech shay?” He asked.

She shook her head.

“3ayal laish mane6arteny?” He asked again.

“Musaed eshfeek et7aqiq weyay? Bas khalas I want to sleep” she replied as she slowly pushed Musaed away.

He was blown-away by what she just did so he turned her to face him.

He looked at her face and studied it to see what Nora was exactly feeling.

“What the hell? Ent eshfeek?” Nora said.

His face was drained out, ‘why the hell is she talking to me like that’ he thought.

“Entay ely eshfeech?” anger filled his voice.

“Oh now you want to know eshfeeni?” she replied with great sarcasm.

“What does that supposed to mean?” Musaed asked.

“Nevermind Musaed, lets just go to sleep.” She said quietly.

He let her go and moved away. She gave him her back as she shed her tears on her soft white pillows. If only she could speak the words on her mind. If she could only tell him she’s hurting deeply inside. If she could only tell him she couldn’t feel him no more. If only she could find the right words to say, she wouldn’t be so far away. She could hear him huff and puff as he lay quietly on his back thinking of what he did.

She felt sorry for him because he would never figure out what’s upsetting her and she didn’t want to tell him.

Nora wept silently and Musaed knew she was crying and he felt helpless. She pushed him away when he was the person she needed the most. He didn’t know what she’d do if he touched her again. He slightly turned his head and faced her. She was shaking from the tears. Musaed frowned, he didn’t know what was wrong with the love of his life and it killed him; but he didn’t give up.

Musaed crawled back next to Nora and whispered in his torn apart tone, “7ayate laish tabcheen?”

Nora couldn’t say a word; she was suffocated with tears and pain. She wanted the love her husband gave her. She desperately wanted to crawl in Musaed’s arms and let him cradle her all night, but she couldn’t get over all the silly fights they’ve been having for weeks on end. She knew Musaed was off lately because he’s been overloaded with work and family matters but she wanted to overlook that and over-analyze it and make her self believe that Musaed no longer loved her.

It was true, Musaed was overloaded with work but he signed for a vacation soon so he could take his wife and travel and just forget all about his work. Unfortunately Nora couldn’t stand her husband’s mood swings and bitter and cold moments so she freaked out and made pointless drama about how he stopped caring about her.

Musaed wanted a hint so he’d make his wife feel better, but Nora gave him nothing.

He closed his eyes and begged Nora again, “Please bas goleeli, shno emthaygech?”

Nora silently whispered, “Musaed et7ibny?”

Musaed smiled because he knew what his wife was thinking of now. He knew that what Nora needed was reassurance.

He slowly turned Nora around and looked deep into her eyes. She looked back at him with tearful eyes and wept, “Please gouly el9j! Latgi9 3alaay!”

He pressed his finger on her lips as he slowly shushed her.

“Ana ma7ibch, ana maaayet feech.” He kissed her forehead and pulled her into his arms again.

“Walla?” Nora began sobbing.

“Bas sshhh 3an elbachee mala da3ee.. Walla 7abebty entay. Amout feech ana.” Musaed rocked Nora back and forth.

Nora stuffed her face in Musaed’s chest as she breathed out intensely. She clutched on to his shirt as he slowly kissed her face.

Her heart started beating again. She could feel the love now. It was all better now.