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.