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Lucky ones. -FINAL CHAPTER-

Here's the final chapter.  There's no turning back.  Wish I didn't love you from the start.  It's crazy how much I loved you. We all know it's too late.               - I can't tell you what it really                  Is I can only tell what it                 Feels like and right now                 There's a steel knife in                My windpipe I can't breath                I can't breath but i still fight                While I can fight as long as                 The wrong feels right                 It's like I'm in flight-               Noura's...

Lucky ones. -chap 7-

*** It was the day of our flight back to riyadh.  We had to checkout of the hotel at 9 pm,  so instead of sitting in the room doing nothing I decided to go eat something or shop for a couple of hours.  I went to the bathroom and took a warm shower.  I applied a little makeup to my pale face.  Ghada was still sleeping. Whatsapp. Mama. Haya: ماما بروح أجيب لي كم شغله  Mama:! يا ويلك تطلعين  Haya: مرتبه كل شي من أمس والله مارح اتأخر ساعه وحده بس Mama: ساعه وحده لا اكثر ولا اقل  Haya: ان شاء الله على امرررك شكراً  *** "One club sandwich without tomato please"  "With french fries or green salad?And what would you like to drink?" The Filipino waiter asked. "With French fries and umm.. I would like to drink fresh orange juice"  I was sitting alone at Angelina's  caffe.  Staring at the people that passed by.  I realized how much I miss the old days.  I had a flashback back when I was 17.  January 6 2010.  Paris...

Lucky ones. -chap 6-

Abdullah's P.O.V: I know I was harsh.  "Abdullah 7abibi tbi n3zm elbnat bokra 3lryoug?" Noura asked. "Meen elbnat?"  "Haya w a5wat'ha" she said. "Bkefk"  "Abdullah you've been so cold lately" she said with an angry tone. Tdwr ay shy 3shan t39b. Mali 5elgha. "Noura tra 9arli snaten w n9 mst7mlk! W 7ata eli a7bha ma 9arat mn n9ebi" i shouted. "W en'3a9abt a5thk w trkt eli a7ba 3shank" She whispered. I slapped her.  Noura's P.O.V:  He slapped me. "Ohh y3ni it's okay for you to say that you left your girlfriend or whatever she is to you w ana la??! 3shan try7 balk I didn't leave anyone w i wasn't forced! W t3rf gd esh kan mt3bni eni ma5tha wa7d mree6' zyk?" She cried.  I stormed out of the room. ليتك ترجعين لي.. انتي عيوني اللي ما اشوف الحياه من غيرها.. وانتي الورد اللي نبت في صخر قلبي.. انتي احساس ثاني.. عشقي وهُيامي.  صعب اني كل ما قلت لنوره شي أتخيل هيا قدامي.  ما أظن اني ...

Lucky ones. -chap 5-

*** "Hla w sahla, shlonch haya? Sh5barch?"  "El7amdelah, enti kaifk?"  "B5air 7yati entay, hathi noura zojt Abdullah wldi" She said introducing me to her.  Noura smiled. "Kaifk noura?" I faked a smile. "B5air enti shlonch?" She asked shyly.  "Kwysa 7abibty"  She's so pretty mashallah!  She was wearing a really cute dress.  "Noura is Haya's age tadreen?!" 5ala Haifa laughed.  "T'habl mashallah!" Mom said. "Tslmeen 5alti" noura said. "Ana w Nahla bntswg bro7na w entaw bro7km, w etha 5l9taw dgi 3la Abdullah eyi ya5thna"  "Ok 5alti" noura said.  It took me 3 years to get over him.  But i still get hurt when I hear his name.  I loved him for 12 years.  "7lw hatha elfstan?" Noura asked. "Ee mara bs a7s it's too short" I said. "Ee ana blbsa blbait bs mani 6al3a feh lna abdullah wayd y7b el'lon ela9far, it's his favorite color"  Wro...

Lucky ones. -chap 4-

Sorry for the short chapter but i had to re-write it.  Ela Anoud. ma ab'3aha tshofni.  kl shy tgola.  "Anoud kaifk?"  "Kwysa enta kaifk?" She smiled.  "B5air! yala Hayoya lazm amshii" He said.  I pinched him.  "Anoud! i can explain"  "Ma y7taj wa6'7a" She laughed sarcastically.  Silent moment.  "Just be careful" And she left me.  ***  "Haya wain knti?" Mama asked.  "Ha? knt bara aklm Reem"  "Lesh wajhk a9fr?"  "Ma feni shy, Mama 5lena nrj3 allah ywfgk"  "Klmt 3mran shway w yji"  Anoud was giving me death stares.  Weja3. "Yala rou7i jebi 3bayti w 3baytk" "Ok"  *** "Hayoya t3ali '3urfti"  "Ok mama" "T'haaabl Anoud mashala allah la y6'rha jamela 3la omha" Mama said removing her abaya.   "Ee mashala"  "Tgouli Haifa enha tfkr t56bha l'Abdull...

lucky ones. -chap 3-

"Haya" Oh my god.  Maha's brother. I was wearing a bikini.  Tmanait elar6' nshg w tbl3ni.  I immediately looked at the floor with cheeks redder than a tomato.  Lw gdrt kan rk6't bs lazm amr mn 3nda 3shan a6l3.  "Ah a-a-ana asf ma-ma kan g9di ad5l elmul-l7ag bdun ma ast2thn bs knt a7sbkm tsba7un" He looked down.  Mara t6'ayagt enu shafni ketha.  He left. What's app. Reem.  Hayoya: Reemmmmmmmmm!!!! Reem: Zg?!  Hayoya: T3ali elmoul7ag noooowwwwwwww Reem: Wjaaa3 6ybb "Wsh feek haw?" Reem said. "T5yli faj2a Bandar d5l hena………………….."  "Oh my god" Reem was shocked. "I know!"  "Bs tra 3adi" Reem said. "La mu 3adi, abdn mu 3adi! Talal ma yshofni b bkini 3shan tha yshoufni!" I said.  "3adi 5ala9 get over it haw ma yswa kl hatha" She said.  "Bs ya welk tgoleen llbnat" I warned.  "Ee la wsh da3wa," Reem said.  "Hay...

Lucky ones. -chap 2-

June 12 2011. 'Such a boring day:' i tweeted. What's app. Group. 'RMHL<3' Hayoya: Shabab!  Reemo: Smi Lamees: Hala? Hayoya: 5alona nejtm3 bs not my house Reemo: ana abi a6l3 w ma asht'hi baiti Lamees: neither do i :(  Hayoya: Maha lyom baitk at 5 w ymkn nsb7 :D Meme: Okk<33 Twitter. Abdullah: Hala Haya, salmi 3ala 5alti w 3mi w thakrehm 3la jm3t el5amees f baitna Haya: Ahln, enshallah yu9al Abdullah: Nshufk henak ajl? Haya: Mdri ymkn ma aji Abdullah: Ahh, 3ala ra7tk  What's app. group.  (العائله) Mama: غاده  ونجلا انزلوا ابغاكم Ghada: اوك Najla: ابشري Hayoya: ماما البنات مجتمعين بيت مها الفلاني عادي اروح؟ Mama: ايه عادي بس خلي عامر يرجع لي بروح بيت اختي  Talal: هيويا انا بمشي بيت الفلاني جنب بيت مها، تبين اوصلك؟ Hayoya: ايه خلاص كويس! بس متى؟  Talal: متى ما بغيتي  Ghada: Hayaaaaa! btru7een thursday?  Hayoya: يمكن Mama:  غصب وأول من يحظر Hayoya: هههههه انشاءالله ...

Lucky ones. -chap 1-

June 10 2011. It's been 4 months since i last saw him. I miss him so much. "Hayaaa! Hayaaa" Mom shouted. "Smiii" I said running down the stairs. "T25rna maraa" Mama said wearing her abaya. ~car~ "Mama 3adi arou7 dj bnat mdars elxxxxx" My 16 year old sister asked. "Haya trou7en m3 e5tk?" Mama asked. "ma wdi a5aleha trou7 l7alha"  "Mdri" I said. "Haw mama dj 3adi" Ghada laughed. "3arfa ena dj bs mnb m5letk trou7en bait nas ana ma a3rfhm l7alk! m3lesh bnat thl wgt yraw3un" Mama said. "Ok ha Haya tjen m3ay?" Ghada asked. "Ewa ok" I said. *** "Mashallah Hayaa?!!" "Hala 3ami" I blushed. "Km 3umrk?" He asked. "18" I said. "Mashallah kbrti!" I was wearing my abaya cause all of my boy cousins were there. 9 3man w 30 cousins best'thna2 ela7fad:) mashallah=)) "Shouf yuba hathi ...

What love can do (Epilogue)

"A7bk" Sultan whispered. "Shhh Saud naym" I giggled. Let's go back in time, shall we? 8 years ago. He was staring at me. My heart ached. I could't leave it's like my foot were stuck to the ground. "Sara saraaaa" "Hm" "Sara emshi gbl ma yla76'oun yalla" "Anoud lesh ketha ysawi feni?" I cried. "Emshi emshi ntfahm f elbait" "Sara tra elnas l7a6'o" "Ma yhmni" "Sultan? mou 7ram? mayt 3laik elwlad w enti myta 3la elli ma ystahl." "Anoud wallah el3a6'em mou gadra ansa" "Ha shufi Sultan ga3d ydg" "3a6eni w e6l3i bara" I feel so sorry for Sultan, ystahl bnt a7sn mni t7ba w y7bha. "Sultan 3adi tji al7en?" "Wsh fek 7abibti?" "I miss you" "5 minutes w akoun 3ndk! bs ahm shay 5alti t3rf?" "Al7en bgoulha" I called mama. "Mama Sultan byji al7en" "La ya mama...