He laughed a bit, and I started giggling again then laid back down on the bed wondering about Abdullah.. He didn't seem so bad really.
--
I spent the morning getting to know Abdullah and then I was off to my fathers.
When I got there, I found the key that I knew was in the bushes; wanting to get in there and surprise my father. When I got inside though, I was terrified and began to tremble when I saw my mother..
Yes Yes everyone.. My mother was at my father's house sitting next to his wife whom she hated very much. My eyes were practically falling out of their sockets with fear.. My mother would never meet with the two people she despised the most unless it was really bad..
And I mean really really bad.
--
As soon as I entered the room, 5 pairs of eyes all turned to look at me and so many different emotions blasted against me as I felt their stringing eyes pierce into my body like bullets.
To begin with, it was my father whom shot me with disappointment.
Next to him sat my sister Dalal whom grinned at me with amusement.
Diagonal to Dalal was Layan who had a mischievous and cheeky smile; sending me a look of success.
Diagonal to Layal was my father's wife shooting me a look of disapproval.. of misunderstanding and confusion. A bullet that went deep into the pit of my stomach.
Finally, next to my father's wife was my mother, none other than my mother glaring at me with her wolf-like eyes that were full of despair and hatred.
--
My mother snapped her face to turn and look at my father and continued as if I didn't just enter the room.
My mother: ma3 kol ely 2oltelak iyah, ana ba2ool nb3t'ha 3la a boarding school.. sm3t fee wa7da bl Bahrain.. 2areeba 3alaina lakn sawalfha hay btwa2f l2nha 7atit'3arab w ttraba hay el zbala..
Yes yes everyone, my mother just called me garbage. But what had my heart racing, and threatening to explode out of my chest was "boarding school"..
Lama: W-what? Boarding school? LAISH?
I struggled to keep my composure; my words barely pronounced through my trembling lips.
I looked at my father, my eyes began to water as I pleaded for him to say something! Anything! Just. Stop. Her.
Baba: Lama I'm very disappointed.. Sleeping over at boys houses? Going to clubs? I never knew you were that type of girl and I always gave you your freedom and never said a word or put a foot in your life because I trusted you'd listen to your mother and behave while me and her were separating and getting divorced.
My father's fluent English-American accent slipped out of his mouth easily while he pierced me with his blood-shot eyes that screamed disappointment.
Lama: Baba wallah I can explain!
My father rose from his seat and waved his hands at me, dismissing my words.
--
Just like that, I had lost it. Every sense of sanity escaped my body as I began walking fast then progressing into running to my mothers seat. In less than 10 seconds, I was on top of my mother holding her by her neck and squeezing; strangling her with all my strength. I watched as my mothers foundation smudged all over my hands, and her cheetah patterned button-up shirt got scrambled in the midst of it all. A few seconds had seemed like a few long minutes, and I watched in slow motion; blocking out the sounds of everyone screaming.. Blocking out my fathers big and strong hands that were currently around my shoulder and waist; trying to pull me off.
--
I was now looking down at my mother, she was unconscious. My eyes failed me and my tears prickled down my face, everybody looked at me in awe as the reality of the situation dawned upon them.. The only person who still had some common sense in this room was none other than my sister Layan who immediately picked up her shiny red touch-screen blackberry bold that lay in her lap; frantically typing in her password to make an emergency call.
"No wonder" I thought. "She was always mother's favorite".
As the thoughts rushed towards my head, none other than guilt payed my mind a visit as well. Was I really being jealous after what I had just done? Am I monster? Why is my father looking at me like that? Why are they all looking at me? Why isn't my mother moving? Will my hand marks scar around her neck?
I was drowned in misery as I realized that I had just maybe murdered my mother.
Is she dead?
A never ending cycle of madness; insanity at it's finest.
--
I spent the morning getting to know Abdullah and then I was off to my fathers.
When I got there, I found the key that I knew was in the bushes; wanting to get in there and surprise my father. When I got inside though, I was terrified and began to tremble when I saw my mother..
Yes Yes everyone.. My mother was at my father's house sitting next to his wife whom she hated very much. My eyes were practically falling out of their sockets with fear.. My mother would never meet with the two people she despised the most unless it was really bad..
And I mean really really bad.
--
As soon as I entered the room, 5 pairs of eyes all turned to look at me and so many different emotions blasted against me as I felt their stringing eyes pierce into my body like bullets.
To begin with, it was my father whom shot me with disappointment.
Next to him sat my sister Dalal whom grinned at me with amusement.
Diagonal to Dalal was Layan who had a mischievous and cheeky smile; sending me a look of success.
Diagonal to Layal was my father's wife shooting me a look of disapproval.. of misunderstanding and confusion. A bullet that went deep into the pit of my stomach.
Finally, next to my father's wife was my mother, none other than my mother glaring at me with her wolf-like eyes that were full of despair and hatred.
--
My mother snapped her face to turn and look at my father and continued as if I didn't just enter the room.
My mother: ma3 kol ely 2oltelak iyah, ana ba2ool nb3t'ha 3la a boarding school.. sm3t fee wa7da bl Bahrain.. 2areeba 3alaina lakn sawalfha hay btwa2f l2nha 7atit'3arab w ttraba hay el zbala..
Yes yes everyone, my mother just called me garbage. But what had my heart racing, and threatening to explode out of my chest was "boarding school"..
Lama: W-what? Boarding school? LAISH?
I struggled to keep my composure; my words barely pronounced through my trembling lips.
I looked at my father, my eyes began to water as I pleaded for him to say something! Anything! Just. Stop. Her.
Baba: Lama I'm very disappointed.. Sleeping over at boys houses? Going to clubs? I never knew you were that type of girl and I always gave you your freedom and never said a word or put a foot in your life because I trusted you'd listen to your mother and behave while me and her were separating and getting divorced.
My father's fluent English-American accent slipped out of his mouth easily while he pierced me with his blood-shot eyes that screamed disappointment.
Lama: Baba wallah I can explain!
My father rose from his seat and waved his hands at me, dismissing my words.
--
Just like that, I had lost it. Every sense of sanity escaped my body as I began walking fast then progressing into running to my mothers seat. In less than 10 seconds, I was on top of my mother holding her by her neck and squeezing; strangling her with all my strength. I watched as my mothers foundation smudged all over my hands, and her cheetah patterned button-up shirt got scrambled in the midst of it all. A few seconds had seemed like a few long minutes, and I watched in slow motion; blocking out the sounds of everyone screaming.. Blocking out my fathers big and strong hands that were currently around my shoulder and waist; trying to pull me off.
--
I was now looking down at my mother, she was unconscious. My eyes failed me and my tears prickled down my face, everybody looked at me in awe as the reality of the situation dawned upon them.. The only person who still had some common sense in this room was none other than my sister Layan who immediately picked up her shiny red touch-screen blackberry bold that lay in her lap; frantically typing in her password to make an emergency call.
"No wonder" I thought. "She was always mother's favorite".
As the thoughts rushed towards my head, none other than guilt payed my mind a visit as well. Was I really being jealous after what I had just done? Am I monster? Why is my father looking at me like that? Why are they all looking at me? Why isn't my mother moving? Will my hand marks scar around her neck?
I was drowned in misery as I realized that I had just maybe murdered my mother.
Is she dead?
A never ending cycle of madness; insanity at it's finest.
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ReplyDeleteomgggggggg loved the re-post <3 please dont say she died:(
ReplyDeletelol l dont think she'll die. because if she die they'll send lama to jail. and shes the main charcter so that wouldnt happen. good post -SD
ReplyDeletenoooo i wanted more of lama and abdullaa!! thanks for posstinggg xx
ReplyDeletePfft that was short 7ram :c anyways today's chapter was exceptionally unique, thanks for posting. Please don't take so long to post :D
ReplyDeleteLots of Love;
M-from UAE aka meem <3