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..
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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?
--
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..
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