Question

Hey guys :D
Hows everyone?!

I have two questions!
First of all, do you guys want more romance between Dalal and Talal? Or would you like me to add a new character in the story?

Please comment or DM me or something about how you're liking the story.

Second question! I know most of you read a whole lot of blogs, and I myself do spend most of my time watching shows and reading blogs, like I have a whole textedit document with like 50 links to blogs! :p
BUT there's a blog, that I read a while back in the beginning of summer, back when I hadn't been saving the blogs I read. I really want to find it, it was a very good blog that I've been thinking about and I want to re-read! It was about a girl, whos name I've forgotten, she was always beat up by her father and her brother, and her mom was with her in the same boat but her mom like hated her, and didn't do anything about it! She had a cousin though, Jouri I think, or something close to that haha, Jouri was married, and both Jouri and her husband were EXTREMELY close to the girl, and helped her out always? Jouri's husband became friends with the girl, and they got together? I don't remember the guys name either haha, but I remember that the girl had a diary, and she would write to it everyday, 7atta the diary had a name!

I'm not so sure, if anyone has ever read it, can you please send me the link?

Chapter 18

Don't be shy to tell me if there's any mistakes, I don't really proof read.
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Previously:

Wait, Talal. He was lying on the floor last time I saw him.. I look back at him now and he's standing up, just staring at me. I couldn't make out exactly how he was feeling.. I don't know if it was anger, sadness, regret.. or even happiness? The next I knew, Talal was carrying me back to the car, and driving off. Leaving behind Youssef to drown in his thoughts.. Alone.

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Talal was quiet the whole ride. He was speeding, and gripping at the steering wheel, fiddling. It doesn't sound like much, but his silence scared me. Silence speaks, and it speaks LOUD.

When we arrived back at Abu Dhabi, we went into his apartment parking. I walked off, about to go to my car and just leave and drown in my thoughts. That's when Talal spoke.

Talal: Where do you think you're going?

Dalal: Umm.. home.

Talal: First of all, come back into the car.

He pointed at my door, then went BACK into his car. 

I didn't want to refuse so I did as I was told, but I was confused.. What does he want?  And where are we going?

I pushed away my thoughts and just simply asked, what could he do to me anyways?

Dalal: Talal, where are you going?

He ignored me.. Great!

Hmmmmm... We finally arrived to a grocery store. Okay? I'm not cooking for him if that's what he wants!! <--- *TO ALL THE BOYS WHO THINK GIRLS ARE ONLY HERE FOR COOKING -_-*

Talal: Get out yallah.

His attitude was really pissing me off, but I zipped my mouth and went along with it. I left the car and entered without making sure if he was behind me or not. 

Once we were inside, Talal grabbed a basket and stormed in front of me.. "taking lead". Yeah right, I really wanted to piss him off so I walked completely the other direction, leaving him without notice. 

Once I found a small corner of the shop that was empty, I stayed there and just leaned against the wall, taking a few minutes to calm my muscles.. more like taking a few minutes to retrieve my sanity before I did some horrible things to Talal and his attitude problem!

After a few minutes, I slightly peeked out to see where Talal was. He was no where to be seen.. Hmmmmm. Time to sneak out to the car (6).

On my way out, I grabbed some ice-cream, and decided I'll convince Talal to buy us some fresh mango smoothies on the way home. I made my way to the counter, but then realized I didn't have my wallet.. I looked around awkwardly, trying to catch Talal. But I couldn't find him, I got a little worried. Would he just leave me here? I put down the ice-cream, and went outside to the car. The car was still there.. Where was Talal?

- E7m. 

Someone coughed from behind me, I looked back to see Talal leaning against the neighboring bright red Pajero. I hated this car, it was so ugly. Well that's not whats supposed to be running through my mind, I thought again. Shouldn't I be worrying about Talal? Ugh, SNAP OUT OF IT.

I looked up at Talal to find him smirking, but it looked evil. It really did. His left eyebrow was lifted, waiting for an answer. 

Dalal: Talal.. Hey, umm.. Did you get anything?

Talal: Yes, yallah get in the car.

UFT, AGAIN WITH THAT ATTITUDE. NO OKAY CHUB, IM NOT YOUR MAID TO BE ORDERING AROUND.

Dalal: No. 

Talal turned around, anger building up inside of him. 

Talal: Dalal, get in the car. 

Dalal: I said no, I'm not the youngest of your kids. Talk to me with respect, don't just order me around ya3ni!!

I got angry, and began squeaking in a way. Crossed my arms, and frowned. 

Once I looked up at Talal, he was smiling. 

Dalal: Why are you smiling?!!!

Talal just smiled bigger. 

Dalal: Uffft okay okay.

Talal started laughing, but I stood in my place, still frowning, ready to make a move on and enter the car if he really got mad.

Talal: Rkbay yuba, rkbay.

He kept on laughing. Then signaled for me to enter the car.

I went into the car and kept my arms crossed, making sure he notices I still haven't forgiven him!

On the way home, Talal got us mango smoothies, I didn't bother asking but he read my mind. Ahhh Talal.. I love you. No wait, I don't. Okay inner mind, shut up. I talked to myself, then began smirking at how silly I am.

When we got back to the building parking, I didn't know whether to leave or stay. 

When Talal left the car, I was about to turn around and open my door, but found Talal already opening it for me. He escorted me out of the car, and held out his hand for me to hold. I hesitated at first, but then I thought, WHAT THE HECK. I needed my best-friend. 

We headed back to his apartment, after he took out the ice-cream and smoothies, we sat comfortable facing each other on his purple colored leather sofas, the sofas I've missed laying down on with Talal. I missed this place, we stared at each other for a while, and I began reminiscing the moments we've had, the days we had so much fun here, and the day it was like hell!

Talal broke the silence and I was back to reality. 

Talal: So.. You're.. 

Pause.

Talal: Pregnant. 

I nodded, looking down.. Wondering how I'm going to deal with this. But then I remembered earlier today, when Talal had said all that stuff to Youssef than got sent down to the floor for his truth. I had to thank him.. I could already see that his fore-head was red.. and for what? Worthless little me. 

Dalal: Talal, thankyou so much for what you said to Youssef today. You didn't have to put up with that, and get beat up all for me.

Talal: I'd do anything for you, chub. If it wasn't me who spoke up to him, who would've?

I smiled. Talal.. He was always the amazing best-friend, just the incredible guy, always looking out for me, he never let me down throughout our whole friendship.

After my smiling minute was over, I looked up at Talal who was staring at me, also smiling. I felt my cheeks turn all shades of red, my stomach was getting a little ticklish. That was what Talal did to me, he made my heart beat faster, I took that as a sign to make sure that Talal wasn't an ordinary person. 

When I realized I was staring I looked down, embarrassed. But as soon as my I was facing my crossed legs, Talal reached out and lifted my chin to look at him. 

WHY DOES HE DO THIS TO ME? DOES HE WANT TO SEE ME BLUSH LIKE THIS? 

7ADDAAA EMBARRASSING. 

I was lost in the gaze of his eyes, thinking and swearing at him for doing this. The next thing I knew, Talal was incredible close to my face, smiling. His arm went around my waist, pushing me closer to him and his lips began pressing against mine. 

ALOHAAAA, DALAL. STOP. DALAL WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

I couldn't stop myself, all of my feelings were transformed into love and it was all going into this kiss. I needed to stop, but I had no self-control. 

After a minute or so, which felt like much less to me, obviously wanting to continue it a little longer.. I lightly tried pushing away, having taken out all of my feelings. I was smiling like an idiot, so was Talal. Until he realized I had pushed away, his big smile turned into a frown, and his eyes filled with worry and embarrassment. 

I chuckled a little at his face expression.

Talal: I'm, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have.. 

Pause. 

Talal: Why did you stop?

I started laughing out loud, was he serious? He was so cute. I really wanted to just hug him and squish him, like a little baby. 

Chapter 17

I REALLY hope you like this! I've been thinking about this since Chapter 16, that's why I said there was something Dalal was contemplating on whether to tell Talal or not!!

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Previously:

I didn't get enough time to get ready, and he had already opened the door and stood there shocked, angry, a little bit guilty, and his feelings filling his eyes. 

This, was not going to end well.. 

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After a minute of staring, he finally realized his phone was against his ear and someone was screaming back at him. He hung up in their face.. Well waitta be polite Youssef!

How could I confront him?? This guy is terrifying!! I was regretting this so much it was crazy. But then I saw his eyes flare, he was angry, to an extent I've rarely seen before. Crazy? This was an INSANE decision. 

Youssefs face was all shades of red possible, it stopped at the darkest of them all. He was just staring at me, completely ignoring Talal's presence. I looked up, and his eyes caught mine. This was the first move he made, he grabbed me from my hand and took me into the house, slamming the door behind him. 

But something had caught it right before it slammed shut.. Talal. I had completely forgot Talal was here to save me. He came in and closed the door behind him, then so bravely waved at Youssef to take a seat. I have never seen Youssef obey someone, but with Talal.. he just sat down. I hadn't been focusing too much at Talal, but I took a lot at him while Youssef made his way to the couches, and that's when I caught his look. It was worse than Youssef's, it was disgust, anger, disappointment, no words could really describe it because even I had no idea what the hell was on his mind. 

As soon as Youssef took a seat, Talal began his shouting. 

Talal: You self centered bastard! You've got no respect for woman or banat el nas. You go beating and raping a girl that isn't even related to you! You have no right to you prick! I wanted to stop you so many times, and put a stop to your fucking insanity, but I always held myself back because we thought you were her brother and I couldn't interfere with family business, but you!! You're not even her brother, you ALWAYS knew and you NEVER thought to tell her?? You're not a man, you're a little immature asshole. 

Woah. I didn't expect Talal had THAT in him. 

Well he had a LOT to say to Youssef in his heart.. Damn!

I was too busy staring at Talal in amazement though, to even realize Youssef standing up from his seat. He was mad, and he was heading for Talal.. Oh crappp!

A few punches to the face, a kick to the private place and, Talal.. Was down. Face bloody, aching for some help. But no regret, not even one look of regret on his face for all he had just said. All this for me? and I wonder why I'm in love with him..

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Slap. I am back in reality.. Youssef just slapped me. Once again.. I was back. 

The next thing I knew I was trying to fight away the 10's of slaps coming at me in a matter of seconds. I fell back. Youssef stopped for a second, looked at me with a look of disgust.

Youssef: You're always such a fucking problem to me, everything you do is wrong and it's stupid!! You're worthless to us all! 

And he began again, I couldn't take it. If not for me, for it..

I said what I didn't expect to admit, I kept trying to hide it, and I kept trying to deny it, but at this point.. I couldn't lose it! I needed to tell him. Or we both die.. 

Dalal: YOUSSEF STOP. I

Youssef: YOU WHAT HA? 

Dalal: Youssef.. Please. We'll both die.

Youssef: That's the point.

He smiled real big, like he was proud of what he was saying. He wanted me to die? 

I took a minute to think about it, should I just let myself die in his arms.. Maybe I wasn't worth a life.. I thought about holding back and taking the pain, and stop fighting it. But I couldn't, I wasn't only thinking for myself anymore. 

Dalal: Youssef, Youssef I'm pregnant, and it's yours so STOP. 

Youssef stood up, shocked. He barely started to speak, and it was barely understandable as well because of how quickly he was spitting his words.

Youssef: You're what? You're pregnant..? You're kidding, wait what. How do you know? No, it can't be mine. You're just blaming this on me, you've probably got pregnant and needed someone to blame it on. No way that it's mine. No. You're lying. 

I couldn't believe this guy. Would he really think I would lie to him about this?? Or that I've slept with many guys and I'm just trying to find a way to blame it on someone?? 

Wait, Talal. He was lying on the floor last time I saw him.. I look back at him now and he's standing up, just staring at me. I couldn't make out exactly how he was feeling.. I don't know if it was anger, sadness, regret.. or even happiness? The next I knew, Talal was carrying me back to the car, and driving off. Leaving behind Youssef to drown in his thoughts.. Alone.

Alohaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa :D
This is not a chapter post, sorry guys. But I want to run this poem I wrote a while back, during school time. Most of my class-mates and friends didn't understand it, but my teacher really enjoyed it and said it was great. Anyways though, I really liked it and thought it was good. I came across it a few days ago, and all the liking I had for it went down so much! I thought I'd share it with you guys, because it's about the world now days. You know how I told you all how when I write, most of the time I put all my ideas so fast and it gets really mixed up? This is exactly how it is.

Btw, before you read. Don't get weirded out or anything because it was our poetry unit and there were lots of expressions that I had to use, and different techniques and then put them together.

Here look:

Realism, the major stepping stone people are blinded by. 

It's like a child believing in a tooth fairy or Santa, they believe in the un-real.

How is it that a life is lost, and people can't find the tears to cry?

You're a turtle, hiding behind your shell and not standing up for what you believe in. 

Making a difference doesn't come with listening to Pac.

A salty tear, the sour blood, is that what it comes down to?

Forget the media, all they worry about is the man who wore pink to work.

Standing up for what's real, helping the people who need to find a way out.

Occupation of land, the only form of stealing that can supposedly "help".

How can you prove yourself to people with power only looking down on you?

Fed with lies, it's false hope, like waiting for the sun on a rainy day.

Does pragmatism still exist or have you lost that as well?

Children crying, damned are dying, waiting for a rainbow thats never coming.

Searching for change, but what happens if the will power is gone?

Dishonored, you lead yourself to your grave.

Finding inner peace and following the faith that's been buried away for so long.

How can you survive when no one is looking after you?

Alone you stand, everybody's turned their backs.

Even if it means war and death, you start to believe your soul is lost.

Incapable of love, you have reached the end. 

Comment or DM me what you think? I'm thinking of changing it up to the better, trying to improve because I want to improve my writing style. 

Chapter 16

I officially am in love with this girl<3. You're doing a great job and I'm so proud of you! & I hope you keep going cause you have such an amazing talent that i'd die to have.. Too bad I'm lazy:). Hehe:$. I love love love love love you loser! 
^^ That was my awesome best-friend :p

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Previously:

I grabbed the car keys to the car I haven't used in two months. I wonder if it's still there, or if it still works.. 

Once again, I was off to Talal's.. for help. 

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Once I knocked on his door, I hated myself. I was in the same position, again. In need of help, and who could I turn to? Talal. 

When he finally opened the door, he looked a lot better than he had 2 months and a week before, when I last saw him. He was dressed up, probably ready to go out. He had white pants on, with a blue polo-shirt that complimented his beautifully tanned skin. He looked gorgeous.. So I was lost for a minute, ready to jump on top of him and get married right away! 

He had taken a minute to process it as well, and as soon as I looked up and we caught each others eyes, a feeling of guilt and shame filled his eyes. I tried not to notice, but it was very obvious. Without his permission, I walked in, hoping he would follow and go with the flow. As soon as I heard the door shut about 10 seconds later, a feeling of relief took over, like this might not be so hard. 

Once we were sat down, I began speaking.

Dalal: How are you Talal?

Talal: Tamam el7amdella. Wintay? 

Dalal: I'm good, thanks. 

I couldn't help but notice the formality in between us. It drained me of any hope I had left, that maybe I could come here and he would hold me in his arms and just make it all better. I got right to the point after that. 

Dalal: I'm going back to Dubai, and you need to come with me. 

He lifted an eye-brow, confused by my statement. Then I began again, after merely taking in his expressions and reactions. 

Dalal: My father isn't my biological one, I have a brother from my emotional father called Ahmed, Youssef isn't related to me in any way, my mother hates me because I was the reason my father left since he found out she had a second husband because of me. 

Simply. I summarized it. And I spoke FAST. I made sure it was slow enough to hear, but fast enough for me to finish as soon as possible, I wanted to get this over with, and go back to being alone, forever. 

I contemplated whether to tell him something that's been on mind for a month now, but I haven't dared admit that it might be true to myself. I thought about it, and concluded to deal with one thing at a time. 

After my mind flying off, I brought it back and tried to catch Talal's reactions. He seemed angry, well.. He was angry. It was just about as bad as the day that I said goodbye. When I told him what Youssef had done to me. 

He didn't say a word, yet again.. He answered with nothing. But he stood from his seat before I could ask any questions, and dragged me behind him, carrying his keys, wallet and phone while heading out. We went to the under-ground parking, he opened the door for me and gestured me to get into the car. I did as I was told, even though I wanted to use my own car.. But I couldn't piss him off now, or he would've been the one murdering me.. 

As soon as we were on the highway, Talal pulled up to 150km/hr. He was going in between cars, and we made what was a 45 minute drive, become a 20 minute one. 

As we drove through the neighborhood, chills were making their way through my spin, I began to shiver. My head turned and faced the window, watching the houses and counting how many left to go. I could feel his eyes on me, I wanted to turn back and stare too, but before I could he had intertwined his fingers with mine and was squeezing my hand strongly. 

After a few minutes, we were there. The same orange house I dreaded coming home to, that I hated. 

Talal opened his door, then came to mine and reached for my hand. 

I took his hand, and we walked as slowly as possible to the front door. Talal stuck his index and middle finger out, reaching for the door bell. But before he managed to press the button, we heard a voice coming towards the door. He was screaming, coming closer and closer. That voice, that I hated. Always mad, always scary. I wanted to turn around and run far far away. I couldn't help but imagine the things he's done to me. I was terrified of him, terrified of his anger. I didn't get enough time to get ready, and he had already opened the door and stood there shocked, angry, a little bit guilty, and his feelings filling his eyes. 

This, was not going to end well.. 

Chapter 15

Hello everyone!
I know I don't post extremely long posts, and I'm sorry for that. It's just this story is complicating my mind, being honest :p. This is what I meant when I said in school, when I try to write a story and I have to do it in a small period of time, I dump all my ideas there. So I'm trying my best to take my time, and hopefully write something understandable and worth reading.

I don't usually do dedications, but since @Rals96 wanted to be mentioned in a post, here you go Rashed! I'm going to use your chub loser moments:')

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Previously:

My dad began with telling me with talking about his first wife. 

Dad: Dalal when I was 21 years old, I was studying university in London, and fell in love with an amazing woman. 

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Two months of isolating myself in my apartment.

Two months of having nothing but a burger a day.

Two months of finding out the most hurtful news I had heard in my life.

Two months of missing the one I'm in love with.

Two months of no family to come home to.

Two months of only 4 showers.

Two months of my life, wasted. Gone. Nothing left to me. 

I was sat alone in my apartment, once again. The only people I had been saying were the delivery men from Hardees, Burger King and Pizza Hut. I had went home and stayed in bed after that day, after that dreadful day. 

How could everyone lie to me like this? 

I wasn't anything to anyone, literally. I meant nothing to them. 

Blood related, and I was not.

Emotionally attached, and I was not. 

Could I really be so worthless to everyone?

*Flashback* <-- (that's so cool, I feel like I'm in a TV show when saying that haha).

Dad: Dalal when I was 21 years old, I was studying university in London, and fell in love with an amazing woman. She was Moroccan, so my parents did not refuse. You know how your grand-parents can be.. But the problem was, that she had got pregnant before marriage, and that wasn't something my parents could use money to blow off, after all, there was a baby in her stomach that belonged to their son. They allowed me to stay until he/she was born, and then I would have to take him/her and leave. It was a him, and she named him Karim. But I thought it was too painful to keep his name and remember her, so I took him and left, and I named him Youssef. Who is now your "older brother". When I came back to the UAE, your mother was already ready to get married through our parents, and I was attracted, but not in love. Yet, I pleased my parents and did what I was told, when I married her though.. We had many problems because I was still in-love with the woman I had my first child from. Your "mother" often caught me texting her to find out how she's doing, or know that I'm not flying to London for "business" but to see her. One night, I had just come from from a business trip in Saudi Arabia. Your "mother" seemed troubled and confused, or so she wanted me to believe.. We had a good night, and spent it with laughter and love. After a week, she confessed that she was pregnant. Of course, I was more than happy, I thought of this as a chance to start over. 

He stopped, trying to re connect his thoughts, then began again. 

Dad: Dalal, we lived happily after that. We barely fought, and you have to understand that you were the reason for my happiness after a time full of depression. 

He stopped again, this time probably trying to get the guts to tell me what was next. 

Dad: But after you were born, again I was in another disaster. Another lady was pregnant, because of me. It was before your mother was pregnant with you, and it was a time where I was confused and lost. A one night stand, they'd call it now. When you were born, I found out that I had another son who was a 2 years older than you, that is.. Ahmed. What made it worse is that I had found out because the lady had passed away recently of a heart condition, and I was to take him in. You guys were really close for quite the few years, I'm surprised as well you don't remember him, but you've been going through a lot so I don't expect you'll remember much from the past. 

I looked at Ahmed, probably trying to process my shock of all this. But it seemed like he was more confused than I was, maybe he didn't know the whole story as well. He caught me staring, gave me a tight smile then turned to look back at my father to finish. 

Dad: Dalal, and Ahmed. Listen please to the next part, and you'll both understand why I left. After years and years, when you were about 10 Ahmed, and Dalal you were almost 8. A strange man barged into our house, and requested seeing his "daughter". I told him he was at the wrong house, but then he insisted this was his second wife's house and he had a daughter she never told him about. I asked about the woman's name. It was your mother Dalal, she was married secretly. The worst part about it, was that you were not my daughter. The girl I treated as MY daughter, you weren't mine to treat that way. I loved you so much, and all I knew was that this man wanted you back. But I didn't let him, I left, but I made sure you were to be taken care of by your mother, and Youssef. They were both a reminder of things I didn't want to remember Dalal, that's why I left. There is nothing more I regret then leaving you in between their hateful hands. I am so sorry and I hope you forgive me for that one day, I still love you, and you will always be my daughter no matter what some blood tests say. 

I got some courage to finally say something, and ask a few questions.

Dalal: Where did Ahmed go when you left?

Dad: He came with me, but he never knew all of the bits and pieces of the story.

Dalal: Did Youssef know all this?

Dad: Yes. 

Dalal: Last question.. Who, who's my biological father?

Dad: 

*End of Flashback*

My whole family was a lie, none of them were blood related. My mother was the only one, and she hated me for being the cause my father left. So did Youssef. That was what all the hate was about. Well at least I've got some answers, but whoever knew the truth would hurt so much.

In a matter of a few months, I had been raped, lost the one I loved, found out my father wasn't "blood" related to me, my biological father? He was who I never expected him to be, because that made the story that much more complicated. I was.. confused. 

On the bright side though.. Kind of. Talal had called, twice. I answered the second time, and he was just breathing at the other end of the line. I had thought about going and seeing him, at the end of the day I knew he could make me happy. But I couldn't bring myself to face him after everything. But there were.. some people that I needed to face, and Talal would HAVE to be there to back me up if they take out a gun to shoot me. 

*Flashback*

Talal: Dalal chub chub bas.

Dalal: Talal I'm telling you, if Youssef had the chance to murder me, he would!!

Talal: Dalal he's an ass, but he wouldn't kill you.. You are his sister in the end. 

Dalal: But I-

Talal: But nothing, just chub chub. You're such a girl, always rooting for the worst. 

-- No answers. 

Talal: Laish sekatay? 

Dalal: You told me to be quiet.. *chuckles*

*End of Flashback*

^ Can I just say, Rashed actually does that LOL. That ones for you Yashi. 

I grabbed the car keys to the car I haven't used in two months. I wonder if it's still there, or if it still works.. 

Once again, I was off to Talal's.. for help. 

Chapter 14

Ahmed: Halla Youssef, shlonik? 

NO. NO. I got up and began making crazy signals to try and tell him to NOT say I was here!!!!

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Youssef: Hallaaa Ahmed, tamam b5air. 

Ahmed put the phone on his hand and whispered: What's wrong?

I quickly wrote on the note in front of him to not say anything about to Youssef. He nodded confused. 

Ahmed: Umm Youssef, I'll call you back, I have to deal with some work. 

Youssef hung up.. *Wow, so he wasn't only rude with one of his siblings. Wait wait what? I contemplated whether to believe Ahmed or not. I wanted to, i really did, but how could I explain not having any memory of him?

Ahmed: Want to explain to me why Youssef doesn't know you're here?

I stared at him. I mean, I'd expected that in a way. But I didn't want to answer it, I'm not even sure if he's really my brother. How could I trust him with things like this? I needed proof. 

Dalal: I have no proof whatsoever of you being my brother. How do you expect me to just trust you and tell you? 

Ahmed looked at hopelessly, not knowing how he could explain it to me if he couldn't explain it to himself. After a few minutes, his eyes grew wide. I knew it was a sign that he had thought of something. 

Ahmed: Ta3alay.

He rose, and signaled me to follow him. He made his way to a black Mustang GT500. I was impressed by his car, he opened the door for me and he took me to a villa not so far away. I hesitated at first, finding it not so re-assuring that I was at the house of who could possibly be a stranger. But I asked for answers, and this is how I'd get them!

I was surprised to see that he rang the bell. I wondered who was inside, it sent a chill up my spine to think it would be Youssef, but then remembered this was all just part of my imagination since Youssef was all the way back in Dubai.

It took a minute or two, but when the door finally opening, it was 5altee Ghala. My fathers second wife. 

She looked pretty confused to how we knew each other, and to why we would visit them together. From behind her a minute later emerged my father, looking more puzzled than all of us put together.

My father welcomed us in, we sat in the living room quietly, occasionally eyeing each other from time to time. I thought maybe I should start the conversation and get to the end of this. 

Dalal: Umm.. Is Ahmed.. my, my brother?

My dads face rose from in between his hands and just stared at me. His face expression showed his answer so I continued.

Dalal: Why don't I remember him then?

Dad: 7abeebty Dalal, that's a long story, and I'm not sure you WANT to remember it. 

I wasn't even confused anymore, that was an under-statement. I could feel anger building up on me. I wanted to know the truth and that was it.

Dalal: I want to know the truth, now. 

I admit it was a little rude, I shouldn't speak in that tone with my father, but come on!! Everyones talking about some big part of my life that I don't even know about!! I mean he's a brother, how could they hide that from me?!

My dad began with telling me with talking about his first wife. 

Dad: Dalal when I was 21 years old, I was studying university in London, and fell in love with an amazing woman. 

Chapter 13

Hey guys, sorry I haven't posted much.. What can I say? I'm a lazy person. But this'll be a long post.
Also, please DM me if you have any questions and are confused by anything that is going on in the story.

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Previously:

Ahmed: Dalal, Dalal come on, you can't just forget me. I'm your..

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Ahmed: Dalal, Dalal come on, you can't just forget me. I'm your brother. How do you just forget your brother?

Dalal: Umm.. no you aren't? 

If this was a joke, it really just wasn't funny. My family wasn't something to joke about, I hadn't spent a smiling day since my father left. 

Ahmed: Dalal, what are you talking about? My mother was your fathers first wife, but she passed away and our dad took me in. But I left years ago to finish my studies elsewhere.

Dalal: I've never seen you in my life Ahmed.. Are you sure you haven't mixed me up with another Dalal?

99.9% of me thought he was crazy, but there was this gut feeling in me, that maybe he was speaking the truth. I tried to brush it off, but it just seemed believable. The images of a little boy in my head, when he spoke of being close with me as children, I know it wasn't a coincidence. 

Ahmed looked lost. When he saw me catching him looking down, he turned around and picked up his phone. He put the call on speaker, after three rings a familiar voice answered.

Ahmed: Halla Youssef, shlonik? 

NO. NO. I got up and began making crazy signals to try and tell him to NOT say I was here!!!!

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It's short just because I want a cool cliff-hanger :$ 

Chapter 12

Sorry for taking long to post, sometimes I just don't have it in me to right. Or to be more honest, I'm a lazy butt and aren't bothered to haha.

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Previously:

We shook hands and sat down, there was an awkward silence for a few minutes. Ahmed was eyeing me strangely, I couldn't tell if why. He looked like he was analyzing my features. Suddenly, he broke the silence and asked a question that startled and confused me.

Ahmed: Ma 3arfteeni Dalal?

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I stared at him, getting a little embarrassed because he seemed sure of his question. I just, I didn't remember him. I'm known for my good memory, and I was sure I hadn't met him ever before. 

Ahmed: Haaa, ya daloolaaaaaaa, ma tt'thakarein?

My head began pounding, images of a garden game to mind, a familiar garden but I couldn't remember who's. There was a little boy wearing a white shirt paired with black jeans.  

I looked up, confused. It was a blur. I had great memory, but I always knew there was something I hadn't known about my life. Why is it that when I wanted to forget all of my life, the missing piece of it came back? How was Ahmed related to my past?

Dalal: Asfa. 

I stopped, contemplating whether it was okay to ask or not, but decided to ask and stop hesitating. 

Dalal: Kinaa in3arif ba3ath lana kina yahal?

Ahmed: Umm.. eee.. it's me? Ahmoodiiii? We use to watch barney together? 

My head began pounding, again. The next thing he said though, confused me even more. 

Ahmed: Ana 9a7b Ywaisef? How is he by the way? 

Dalal: He's good el7amdella. He doesn't know I'm here so please don't mention it. 

He lifted an eyebrow, wanting to question me for reasons, but stopped himself. 

Ahmed: Okay.. 

Dalal: I have paintings, and I want to put them in the gallery. I'm living alone and need some type of hobby.

I tried to bring it in simply that I no longer lived with my family and that I had nothing to do with them. 

He just nodded, and called his secretary in to bring me papers to sign. He then told me I would have to wait a few weeks before any real income because the buyers normally took time to analyze the paintings. I finished the paperwork then went back to my apartment, confused, once again. 

Before I dozed off, I looked for a few universities here that I could apply to. I found 2, only was had good education, but applied to both just in case. 

When I woke up the next day, I decided to first go change my number since Nouf knew it, and there wasn't any Talal in my life to worry about anymore. Then I would go give my paintings in to the gallery. Lastly, I'd go grocery shopping and head back home. Home, it felt weird saying that, but I had to get used to it. 

After giving Ahmed's secretary the paintings, I headed to my car, to find Ahmed just walking into the building. I didn't really want to say hi, scared a personal conversation might come up, but decided it was rude to ignore. 

Dalal: Halla Ahmed, sha5bark?

Ahmed: El7amdella.

He seemed a little off, so I decided to try and help out, after all.. Apparently we were good friends.

Dalal: Doom Inshallah Ahmed. Fee shy 

Ahmed: Haa? Laa wla shy. Yallah inshoofich 3ala 5air inshallah.

Just like that, he walked off. But I couldn't help but get a feeling that this involved me. I saw him speak properly to the secretary. Why me?

So I followed him to his office, closed the door and sat on the chair in front of him and just stared until he gave me some more attention. 

After about a minute, he put down his pen and asked what I wanted.

Dalal: Whats wrong? Be honest. You said we were "good" friends. How come I didn't remember you? And how come I don't remember ever having any family friends that had a son named Ahmed?

Ahmed looked at me, looking shocked and confused.

Ahmed: Family friends?

Dalal: How did we know each other then?

Ahmed: Dalal, we ARE family? How can you not remember me??

My head started to pound, yet again. A clear image of my father came into my head, he was holding that same little boy.. He was coming into the house, and my mother was screaming at him, I don't remember why though. 

Dalal: Who are you? Why didn't my mother want you around? And when did you leave?? 

I was so confused. I didn't remember this guy! I remembered glimpses of this, but nothing more! 

Ahmed: Dalal, Dalal come on, you can't just forget me. I'm your..