Fear - Chapter 7

Have you ever wondered what it feels like to fly? To soar through the sky?
Have you ever wondered what it feels like to be an eagle? Owning his territory?

Sky-diving puts an end to your questions..

I was up there and there was nothing on my mind, it was just me, myself and the sky. It was beautiful, exhilarating, incredible...

I wanted to be a bird, and to continuously fly and roam this world from above, watching everybody and be high in the sky, not able to get tangled into it..

Ahh.. I pulled the parachute when I saw land a little more clearly, and my fall became a little more controlled as I slowed down, finally having the chance to settle down and enjoy the beauty of the world from so high.

I didn't ever stop to think of the good things in life until today.

Not so long after, I landed peacefully and waited for the worker to come and unhook my suit.

Next, I was off to start a new page.

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First, I headed to Abdulaziz's.

As soon as I arrived to his house, I rang the bell and waited for an answer. Mary opened the door, his maid since he was a baby since his mom passed away during his birth and his father was always on business trips; avoiding his son as much as he could.

She let me in happily and let me escort myself to his room, since I've been here to many times before.

I entered his dark blue room to find him sitting cross-legged on his bed typing carelessly on his small macbook air while blasting his music into his earphones, his blackberry at his side flashing red lights indicating he was messaging. What caught my eye though was his face, he was frowning, not enjoying what he was doing. As soon as I walked in though, he lifted his head not expecting me then slowly took out his headphones and just stared at me.

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.. I mean really, what did I have to apologize for?

I just simply went over to his bed and hugged him really tight for a few minutes, when I wanted to let go he held on tighter and whispered

Abdulaziz: I'm sorry Lamooyy, Lamooshhaa.. I over reacted once I saw you flirting with your teacher and I took it too seriously.

I smiled, my lips pressed against his neck and mumbled that I love him and it's okay.

He let go then but I stay next to him, we lied down and cuddled as I enjoyed his perfume that I so greatly loved.

After a few hours or just talking, and sometimes staying silent.. I got up and said that I have to leave, he tried to make me stay over but I said it was still midday, I told him I had to go fix a few things and promised to be back for a sleepover tonight.

He also promised me to have some burger king and ice-cream ready for when I came, so I walked out with a VERY wide grin plastered on my face!

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Next stop, my fathers.

I kept thinking about the day he got divorced to my mother, it was 3 years ago. He kept begging me to go with him, he said I wouldn't be happy with her, he said she'd make me sad and upset all the time. But would a girl really leave her mother?
Apparently, I should've.

I never really knew the reason to their divorce.

What's odd though is, I don't really remember much from before I was 8 years old.

But I always chose to sweep it off and forget about it, I tried to convince myself it was normal. But on the way back to his house, after only seeing him twice in the 3 years, and both times not saying hi to him in Villaggio when I came eye-to-eye with him. It started to make me wonder about my past more.. Why couldn't I remember any of it ? And why is it that all I can remember is bad times between them ? I don't remember good, but I don't remember what came before me!

By the time my thoughts were about to get very messy, I was in front of his house.

I went down and rang the doorbell, barely nervous considering my risk-taking skills!

Fear - Chapter 6

I kept walking upstairs and wondered what they were going to do.

I couldn't stand there and listen because I knew that somehow I'd breakdown in front of them, which I didn't want.

But.. I did breakdown back in my room, sobbing and sobbing because this had to happen to me.

I wondered what I did to be treated this way, to be hated by my family! I just didn't know, I didn't know what I had done to make them hate me so much!

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Ugh, I thought to my self. I was not this girl! I'm not going to cry over them. I don't care.

I kept trying to deny that I care about them and love them.

Denying = the answer to life.. I thought once again, trying to maintain my composure.

After having a dry face, no tears, I just got up and grabbed my iPod and went into our toilet.

I filled the bath-tub with really hot hater then dipped my legs inside while listening to some music, and it really did calm me down.

When I was done and drying my feet, I got a crazy idea.

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I WANTED TO GO SKY DIVING.

I had no idea why. But I wanted to, and I was going to do it!

Maybe this will help me right? I quickly got dressed up in something comfy and casual then headed downstairs not bothering to call the driver, but took the car keys myself and drove there.

Driving was something I loved doing, it really made me feel relished.

 I got to the place I thought sky-diving was offered at.

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I went in and asked about sky diving, thank god it was the place I thought to myself.

After waiting 30 minutes for them to fix everything up. They started teaching me what to do and what to wear.

PULL THE ROPE WHEN - I kept repeating all the steps to myself in my head, making sure I wasn't going to fall and die.

Next, I also took a picture.. It was completely useless, but I wanted to remember this! Who wouldn't, right?

I entered the helicopter and within minutes we were in the air and the door swung open, allowing the air to swoop in ever so vigorously.

I closed my eyes, counted to three and didn't take a thought.. I just jumped.

Fear - Chapter 5

When we got there, we had the "sister gossip" time, but it was based on..

Me. 

They asked all these questions about my life at school, my teenage life like popularity and what so. They also asked about boys.

The first thing that crossed my mind was Abdulaziz, even though I knew we were only friends.. So I decided to keep that to myself, and little did I know that was a great call from me!

When we got home, we saw my mom, she looked a little confused when she saw us together.

Lama: Halla mama

I tried smiling as big as I could just so she could let go of the argument in the morning and we wouldn't spend the night fighting then continue it again in the morning. 

Mama: Umm hi Lama..

She frowned, obviously still mad but it was a sign that she was considering letting it go.

Then was what I didn't see coming!

Dalal and Layan pushed me forward and began acting just like they normally do to me!

Dalal: Imshi yallah, odami 3al o6tk, lazm n7ki kalam mu 7atifhamee ma3 mama.

I gasped, literally! I was so shocked of their actions, could my sisters hate me so much that they acted like they liked me?

But the first question that came to my mind was.. Why?

Why pretend?

What was the plan behind all this?

I began to walk upstairs, thinking about the questions in my mind when I heard Layan talking and I understood it, I understood it all!

Layan: Mama we found out everything about her for you!! Now you can finally do what we talked about 3ashan tt3lm el 2adab!! 

I began getting a little scared and I stood in my place, wondering..

Wondering what the hell they were planning to do to me. 

Fear - Chapter 4

I texted aziz, called him.. Come on, I thought! He can't seriously be leaving my life. No way!! We're best-friends and he better stick to his side of the deal!!

I kept texting him, going from apologizing like a maniac to screaming in anger like a maniac, I left voice-messages 7atta singing his favorite songs!

I skipped last lesson just to text him and sing to him to apologize!

Uffftt

Nothing. Was. Working! Literally!!

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After school, my mother called me telling me to go outside and that Dalal was here to pick me up..

Great! I though, 'Just what I needed'!

I saw her red BMW parked outside my school, so I walked and saw her blabbering on her phone with her bright red lipstick perfectly outlining her beautifully shaped lips.

I got into the car and was very surprised indeed.

Dalal: Halla 7abeeeebtyyy!! Keef el madrasa elyoum?

She kissed my cheek then and gave me a one armed hug.

Lama: Uhh Dalal.. Meen inti?

My straight face came on and I was ready to go ninja when someone suddenly flopped out of her mask, but no! It was here, no one jumped out or anything..

Dalal: What's wrong with you silly? It's meee!!

She started reversing her car out her parking and acting all perfect. I knew there was something wrong because this was NOT my sister when it came to me, she was only like this with her friends and with Layan!

We went home and had lunch and she was still acting very suspiciously.

After lunch, I sat down and watched TV, wondering which outing my mother was at now..

Then both Dalal and Layan surrounded me and jumped next to me on the couch with cheeky smiles.. To be completely honest, they scared me!

Lama: Na3am? O.O

Layan: Shu 3amla elyoum?

Lama: Wala shi, laish?

Dalal: 7abeen in6al3k, we've always not been good sisters, but we want to start over!

I don't know why, it sounded fishy, but at the same time.. I knew that deep down I've always wished my sisters would treat me like their sister.. There might be consequences, but what's wrong with having one day of an amazing feeling right?

I got up, turned to them and said:

Lama: Pedicure Manicures at Nails?!

They both looked at each, smiled, then headed up stairs to change but I just grabbed some knee length shorts and a t-shirt with slippers!

In about 7 minutes, we were off to Nails (Nails is this place for your nails in Qatar :p It's the most famous and the best at doing manicures and pedicures!).

After a car ride with singing out loud like crazy people, we finally arrived to Nails.. We all got red nail polish done on our feet and our hands!

When we were done, we waited for it to dry then left. On the way home, Dalal suggested we go and drink some slush or milkshake at Baskin Robbins!

I wondered if she suggested that because she knows I love their slushes and milkshakes or it was just a coincidence?!

When we got there, we had the "sister gossip" time, but it was based on.. 

Fear - Chapter 3

"This name is not in your contact list". It kept ringing in my head, but I tried to slip it off and think of it maybe being a mistake, but deep down.. I knew there was a reason, and it was not a mistake.

I walked to the cafeteria to find Abdulaziz sitting in our usual lunch table, looking pissed as ever. He was eating his daily apple with vulgarity.

Uh-ohh I thought..

I walked over to the table, smiled and sat down. As soon as he realized I was sitting next to him, he didn't even look up, he just took his apple, got up and walked away..

I followed him of course, for this guy was my best friend, and I couldn't live without him!

Lama: Abdulaziz! What's wrong?!

He kept walking.

Lama: DON'T IGNORE ME ABDULAZIZ.

He kept walking.

Lama: YEAH YEAH JUST SAY THAT YOU'LL ALWAYS BE UNDERSTANDING AND BE THERE FOR ME THEN BREAK YOUR PROMISES HA? IS THAT HOW IT IS?

He stopped. Ooooooooo I hit a soft spot I thought, as I mentally high-fived myself.

Not long after though, I was mentally slapping myself instead..

Abdulaziz: What's there to understand ha? Bending down in front of a male teacher for him to see your ass so you can seduce him?

I stared in disbelief.

Abdulaziz: I know you like to act out, but being low was never part of it, w23ti mn 3aini Lama..

He turned around and began to walk, so I ran and grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.

Abdulaziz: What Lama? What could you possibly want from me?!

Lama: I'm SO SORRY!!! I'm SORRY W I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU, YALLAH AZOOOZIII!

I gave him my puppy eyes face that he always fell for!

But this time.. He smiled slightly, removed my hand gently off of his shoulder and walked away..

Was he going to come back in or not?

Palestinian Poem

Hey guys, this is a poem about Palestine I wrote.. Hope you like it :D

Red, white, black and green. 

Moist red blood oozed from his petite figure; a little boy who fought for his father to be released from prison.

An ear-piercing noise came from behind her as the soldiers empty white soul hears her cries and feels exasperated. 

On the dry beige sand lay a mother and her youngest son in her arms, her long black silk Abaya damped with their sizzling blood. 

Finally, flexible green sticks begin to rise from the ground. A nation re-builds itself on the same land their citizens once lay dead on. 

But their souls will be avenged, for the fight has not ended; it has only just begun. 

Fear - Chapter 2

As I walked to the professors office, I giggled in the hallway, remembering the breeze of fresh air in this area of the school. I giggled at how funny it was to go in that way, I giggled at the fact that I made myself happy, somehow..

I went into his office to find the professor walking around and collecting papers that were left on the desk. I smirked a little as I reached for the door, my hands behind my back and slightly pushing it closed.

He stopped and eyed from head to toe then smirked, and might I say a VERY sexy smirk.

I enjoyed the moment as I took my time there, giving him looks that I made SURE affected him. He slowly walked back to his desk, put down the papers then came closer to me at the door until his face was only about 10cm away.

Professor: Lama was it?

Lama: Aha.. How come you have my name and I don't have yours?

He giggled a little then reached out to shake my hand.

Professor: Mr. Dabji, but it's Abdullah for you.

He winked at me, then stared at my lips. I smirked, I was laughing on the inside at the fact that he thought I might give in to him or something.. I sure thought he was hot, but I wasn't so low to cross the limits with a professor/teacher. I made a comment though, to show him that I was in control, and I was sure of his confusion and shock when I said it.

Lama: Don't you think you're a little too close to me, Abdullah?

I gave him a cheeky smile, some might call it the "bitch smile". It was funny, I always got a rush after acting out. It's like I got pleasure by getting attention, having control, it's what made me so great at trouble-making. I was a great student, I was smart and I was polite, but if I wanted to leave a mark, I could do it in with no effort.. With anyone.

He pulled back his face then turned around and spoke while he walked back to sit back in his seat.

Mr. Dabji (Abdullah): So what do you think is the proper punishment for interrupting my class today and wasting all our time and then leaving us with the unfortunate event of meeting you ?

I stood still. No one played MY game better than me. I started thinking, and thinking quickly might I add, I NEEDED to figure something out to say before he claimed the win.

Lama: The only unfortunate event was meeting you, hun.

As I walked over to him, making some effort to seduce him. I walked over to his desk and stood right next to his chair, and it was high so he was looking at all the inappropriate parts. I then moved my hand and purposely dropped the pen that was rolling on his desk, causing me to turn around and pick it up, making sure my shirt lifted as I bent down in front of his eyes. As I handed him the pen, he reached for my hand so I can give it to him, and I held on to his hand.. I knew exactly the effect I had on this teacher, he was attracted to me, the 15 year old, he looked about 8 years older than me, and he was attracted, to ME.. Adding on, that I loved it. This was definitely a high for me.

I then said to end the conversation and get out of there before it got too hot:

Lama: I'm sorry for interrupting your class, it won't happen again, thanks for the pointless 15 minutes of my life..

As I walked out, quickly but clearly saying my words, making sure they would stick in his head.

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As soon as I walked out, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I was expecting a BBM from Abdulaziz, but it was just Darine.

* Darine is Lama's cousin who's also 15 years old, she goes to an english school as well but she attended a different one because their moms knew just how crazy Lama and Darine get together and didn't want them getting in trouble and ruining the family's high standard reputation.
* I'd just like to say that Darine is representing a friend of mine, her name isn't actually Darine but she specifically asked me to make a character about her, so I hope to use parts of her personality through this character and I hope you all see the craziness and fun I see in her. 

Dairne: Ta3ali 3indi lyoum, ma 3indi shi a3milo.

Lama: You only contact me when you're bored ? :p

I was just joking, because that's how our friendship was. As I waited for her to read my reply and answer, I left the chat to see where Abdulaziz was, but there was no sign of him on my BBM list and I had lost a contact, I was sure it was him since I only had 5 contacts on my BBM and didn't intend on extending that connection.

I read over the words a few times, making sure my blackberry wasn't just being silly.

"This name is not in your contact list". 

Fear - Chapter 1

* Lama

If the walls were continuously spinning and moving, I wouldn't notice because that's how I felt all the time.

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I entered my maths class, late.. As usual and sat in the front seat that was always saved for me by Mustafa. Mustafa was big, and for some reason.. I always heard and smelled a lot of farting when he was next to me, I just didn't want to assume so I ignored it and began bringing perfume with me to school.

Today though, I had fought with my ignorant mother on the way to school, yet again, she was too busy for her daughter, too busy to drive me to my school that was less than 3 minutes away from our giant mansion. My mother hates me, I thought to myself after hearing her tell me that I am nothing to her, also once again. My sisters hate me, as I began to think about the awful things I heard them say about me last night.

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Layan: She's so weird, mafee 2lha fayda eb hal beit..

Dalal: Mafrood ntbara mnha.

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Memories began to flood my brain, and my eyes began to burn at the salty tears that surrounded them, fighting to be set free, to flow as heavily as they wanted/needed. Before they could though, I heard one of Mustafa's farts, except they were loud today which caused the whole class, including my white-haired moody 60 year old maths teacher, Mr. Fagto to turn around and stare at Mustafa. I looked at Mustafa who had a face that was as red as a tomato's, or slightly ever redder. He was a guy and was always known to be the tough guy, but I could see his eyes becoming a little teary. A pang of heart-ache hit my chest in pity for him, so I took control of the action and stopped them all.

I turned around, stood up and began to giggle, I looked down and covered my face with my arms, trying to act embarrassed but instead I made a farting noise with my mouth, I re-opened my hands to find everyone staring at me now.

Lama: Sorry! I had a really big breakfast today and you know those gases, they just can't be held in! Mr. Fagto, may I be accused to use the toilet, I have some serious business to attend to in there!

I watched Mr. Fagto just nod in agreement then gain back posture and begin to write on the board again, telling everyone who was giggling to get back to work. I walked to the door, then turned to Mustafa and winked, informing him that it was okay and it was under control.

As I walked to the bathroom in my luxurious high-school, amused of what I had just done, I began to giggle again, happy that I was able to climb out of my bad mood, help another and help myself in the process.

 I closed my eyes, testing my luck and tried to find the bathroom without looking at where I was walking. I touched a door, and assumed that it was the bathroom, so I placed my hand on the door, feeling for a door-knob. When I finally found it, I twisted it and entered, with my eyes still closed, over-exaggerating my luck today.

A breeze of cold air hit my face and I felt a few strands of my hair fly a little, messing up my braid, but I wasn't one to care so I kept walking until I bumped into something..

I stopped with my eyes still closed, contemplating whether I should open my eyes or not. Instead though, I put my hands on what it was so feel and see if it was a sink or toilet or what. Oddly though, I began to feel sharp objects of some sort, when I came one thing that was rolling, I opened my eyes as quickly as I could after understanding where I was.

I opened my eyes to see a teacher in front of me, he was hot.. I hadn't seen him before for sure because I would've noticed him! He had his arms crossed, highlighting his broad shoulders that were held by the Light Blue Polo Shirt he was wearing so perfectly. The next thing I heard, was the pencil my finger had touched, it had fallen on the floor.. I bent down to pick it up, my face turning all shades of red as I tried to figure out a way out of this. I stayed on the floor for a minute with my head facing downwards when I noticed shoes.

Lots and lots of shoes.

Lots and lots and LOTS of shoes.

My eyeballs began to look up to find a classroom for at least 20 11th graders who we're giggling and eyeing me. I also caught the a pair of eyes that I knew so well.. Abdulaziz's. I began to rise a little, VERY SLOWLY, as I turned around to meet the professors eyes again, he seemed angry but amused with my actions.

Professor: Please.. Take your time, keep going.. There is a rubber on the floor over there too.

I could sense the rudeness and the sarcasm in his voice, which ticked me off because I was mad, then happy and he just ruined my happy and brought me back to mad. I sprung up once again and walked to the so called eraser he was speaking of, picked it up, then walked with the slowest pace I was capable of to him, handing him the eraser. He smirked at me, it was so sexy, GOD WHY DID HE HAVE TO BE THE ONE TO PISS ME OFF.

Professor: What's your name?

I boldly looked at him, trying to show some courage, and said:

Lama: Lama.. Sir.

He eyed me from top to bottom, then opened his mouth to speak again.

Professor: You think this is a game, Lama?

I smiled, and didn't say a thing, allowing him to continue his words.

Professor: How about you leave my class right now because you've already wasted 10 minutes of it, but come back right after it since it's your lunch time?

I smiled,

Lama: Gladly!

Then giggled, and walked out of the classroom.

I couldn't stop thinking about that teacher.. I knew there was SOMETHING there, I FELT it! But whatever was going on in my head stopped when I felt my phone vibrate in my skinny black jeans against my perfectly shaped thigh.

I walked back to my maths class while I grabbed my phone to check my BBM's, I had just received one from Abdulaziz.

Abdulaziz: Perhaps I should begin calling you the class-clown? Have fun on your date, I saw your face ya toma6a ;)

I smiled at the remark, then began to type:

Lama: I'm damn proud to be! And I will, thank-you ;)

I quickly slid it back into my pocket before I entered class, sat down and began finishing my work.

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I didn't realize it had been 30 minutes until the bell rang and we were off for an hour of lunch time.

Well.. I was off to my date! 

Fear - Characters

Layan:
Layan is white, with light-brown hair that's really curly. She's got a nicely spaced out body, but when she puts on weight, it usually goes to her love handles. She has lots of freckles, but they're cute. She's known as the elegant one in between her sisters. She is 22 years old. She's beautiful, and she sticks by old fashioned traditions.
Layan is out-going, trust worthy, a great friend, attending Northwestern University in Qatar. She is loved by almost everyone, even the professors and faculty. They all know that she is well-behaved, fun, smart and amazing.

Dalal:
Dalal is the complete opposite, she's dark skinned (light brown). Her hair is long, dark brown and wavy, it's really nice and adds a pretty effect to her. She's short and chubby, she loses weight then puts it on, it's an on and off thing. She's crazy, always cheerful, very responsible though. She's the smartest between the sisters, well.. She studies A LOT! She's the type to modernize herself, she believes in advancing with the world.
She's a great friend as well, very good with advice and always knows the right and wrong things to do. She's 21 years old. She's also Layan's sister, they're VERY close since they were kids.

Lama:
Lama is.. different? She's tanned, with green eyes. She has a baby face but she's very tall Mashallah. She's loved by her parents and is known to be loyal and polite, but is a trouble-maker in school. She strives for what she wants but doesn't go after what she deserves if it involves any way of hurting people. She's 15 years old, she's not close to her sisters, well not as close as they are together (She's Layan and Dalal's little sister). She's very outgoing and friendly, but the only person she trusts is her best-friend, whom she also had a small crush on. She's seen a lot in her life with her family, but she doesn't understand why her sisters aren't as affected by it as she is.

Abdulaziz: Abdulaziz is 16 years old, he's also tanned, well built, very good looking, just like the typical hot guys all bloggers describe :p. Abdulaziz loves Lama more than anything in the world, she knows everything about him.. Except for the fact that she was his replacement. He's extremely lost, and his mood is on and off, sometimes he's the perfect gentlemen, or best friend in Lama's case, but sometimes he's the guy she wants to slap.

Layan is in last year of university studying Film Production. Dalal is in 3rd year of university and she's studying Computer Science. Lama is in grade 10, she wants to be an artist after she graduates. Abdulaziz is also in grade 10, he was held back a year but Lama doesn't know why, he never talks about it to her. Lastly, Abdulaziz was confused about his future. 

PLEASE READ THIS! - NOTICE

Hey guys, I know I just ended the story, but there was no where else I could go with it to be honest, it made me so bored.

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There's a new story I'll be writing, which will be easier because it's of someone I know.

It's an effective story, and it does include a lot of action :p

BUT Before I post any chapters, I'm going to write about 5. Then I'll post one every week and write on every week, so that I always have chapters for you guys, and I'm more prepared to write you a more organized story that you all, and myself will enjoy and be proud of :D

Thankyou to every who read my last story, the name of it was "Empty".

Chapter 30 - THE END

Read the post after this for what I'll be doing with my blog after this.

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Previously:

When I was done writing it, I stuffed it in my purse, packed, and went to the airport. I kept my apartment here though, I didn't even think to sell it or whatever, I knew I'd want to come here every once in a while. 

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I went back to the UAE, I didn't know where to go at first but at the end I just concluded in calling Talal and telling him I was back. He was surprised and happy, especially because I was already on the way to his place.

When I got there, we hung out like the old times, before the complications of our love. 

I stayed over in his apartment for two days, it was amazing.

We haven't bonded like that for very long, and having my best-friend back to have my back, to make me laugh, tell me what's right or long, throw water at me to wake me up.. It was a feeling I'll never describe.

I was upset at first that all our love went to waste, but having my best-friend made me realize that I wasn't missing out on much. Love would find a way, if it's with Talal or not.. It will find a way.

After the two days, I went out apartment hunting with Talal and we found a perfect one, extremely close to his! We got some furniture and I made my way back to Dubai alone. 

There was a lot left for me there, well.. There was a lot I had to deal with, a past I should get back finally face. 

I drove the roads I use to drive through everyday and made my way to our big house, it looked so different.

There was so much energy vibrating from the house. 

When I rang the doorbell, I was really surprised. Yousif came out..

With 

A

Baby

Boy

In

His

Arms.

As soon as we saw each other, the looks on our faces were just.. indescribable. 

Yousif: Dalal!

And let me just explain to you guys, he was NOT the Yousif I use to know.

 He was SMILING.

Yousif: Come in, please!

He opened his arms for me, extending them to lead the way.

We went inside and sat on the couches, I was still wondering who the kid was..

So I asked.

Dalal: Yousif.. who's this?

The little boy giggled and looked up at Yousif whispering in his ear.

Yousif smiled and said words I don't think I ever expected from his mouth.

Yousif: My son.

I opened my mouth so I can speak, say something which I hadn't decided on yet but Yousif stopped me.

Yousif: Dalal ana.. I want to talk to you but just.. wait, wait until Jawaher comes so she can help with 7amoodi so we can talk.

I didn't speak, I just stood up, took the boy from his lap and asked for his name.

Dalal: What's your naaameeee?!

I pinched his cheeks, they turned red and he began to laugh hysterically at the faces I made him.

I could see Yousif looking deeply at the both us and a hint of a smile on his face.

Boy: M7mdd

Dalal: Do you know who I a little man?!

M7md: Laa :/

Dalal: I'm your auntie! 

He looked over to see his dad smiling a big smile, giving him a nod, assuring him that I'm not some old creepy lady.

Next thing I knew was M7md hugging me, and a girl coming in about my age, with a weird look on her face.

I guessed it was Jawaher since Yousif got up and kissed her on her cheek. He whispered something in her ear, and her face turned into a big fat O. 

Did he tell her about me?

He whispered something else in her ear but I played with M7md, then she came over, salamat, took M7md and left me, with Yousif.. Alone.

Yousif: Dalal ana.. Before you say anything let me just talk okay?

I nodded in approval.

Yousif: I'm, I'm, I'm sorry. I don't know how I could ever repay you with words, but after you left and told me that.. I tried contacting Talal because your phone was off (remember cause she bought a new number), and he told me that our baby was gone.. No matter how bad that sounds, it's gotta make an affect. I wanted to check on you, but I wasn't the right person Dalal wallah wallah.. I wanted the best for you, and that wasn't me. Talal was there for you and I trusted him with my sister. I know I never showed you anything, but I tried to dedicate my life to better things.. That's when I met Jawaher, and I didn't even date her, I went straight to her parents house and married her.. And And.. And we had 7amoodi and he's a miracle in my life. But not one day goes by that I don't think about you, what I did to you, all those times I hurt you in a variety of ways. I miss you, and I wanted to know where you were but no one knew, not even Talal.. 

He was going to continue, but he was out of breath and words..

I didn't know what to say really, I just smiled. 

Wouldn't you forgive someone if they sounded this sincere? You should've seen the look on his face! It was so scared that I might not forgive him. Never ever did he treat me like a sister, but today I found out that I've always loved him like a brother, that probably explains why I let him treat me so badly without doing anything about it.. But what can we do? I couldn't not love my brother. 

I got up and hugged him..

As if on que, Jawaher came in and made a sound, she was smiling like a baby who just saw candy then ran over to me and Yousif!

Jawaher: YOU GUYS FIXED THINGS? YAY. 

She held my hand and started walking with me. 

Jawaher: I'VE NEVER HAD A SISTER YOU KNOW!! IM SO HAPPY.

I looked back at Yousif while smiling and found him laughing like crazy at his wife and sister.

Then Jawaher stopped, looked back at Yousif, gave him a cheeky smile and said

Jawaher: We're sleeping here tonight with Dalal!! 

Then led me and started gosspping with me, and telling me about her life, her wedding, how amazing Yousif is! 

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1 Year Later:

I'm back in Abu Dhabi, I've recently opened an art gallery for myself with the support of a family and an amazing best friend. 

I went back and saw my father after that, and he was more than great, and I even ran into Ahmed with my father.. I got him and Yousif to talk, all three of them.. Ahmed, my dad and Yousif.. They worked things out. Yousif, Ahmed and Talal also hit it off and got really close. Jawaher and I are inseprable, she really is the sister I never had.

7amoodi is now about 2 years old!! He's so cute.

I'm working on myself, I'm happy the way I am, no regrets, I've got a loving family and my best friend.

I

Was

Finally

Happy

And

Complete.

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The End

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