He was Bader, isim 3ala mosama she thought. She kept asking herself who is he, he better be someone she could see every day. Millions and millions of questions ran through her mind. She forgot the pain she was in and kept wondering. Mno hatha? cham 3umra? sheser 7ag m7amad (rayel i5it’ha)?
Is he looking at me? No, he couldnt be? why me? she looks behind her mako a7ad. She denied his looks and thought to herself, no way he’d be looking at me hes to good looking. “shyabi feeni ana?!”
The wedding was over, her sister went off to her honey moon and she never felt this lonely before, the house was different, Kuwait was different. However, the biggest reason that put her down was the thought of bader. Her heart ached everytime she thought about him, she was convinced she was in love.
Time passed by her sister came back and all went to normal. She started hanging out her sisters house much, she still didnt see him though, even though he was her brother in laws’ nephew. He was supposed to be there in the family gatherings waina?! She started to be friends with all his cousins and especially his sisters. She loved them so much, she loved his parents, and every time they mention his name her heart skips a beat, and apparently he was a popular guy around their extended family cuz it seemed that every girl who knew he existed had a crush on him.
But she thought she was different, she was in love with him, even though she only saw him once. He entered her heart and managed to sit there and set camp. Bader, Bader, Bader she thought. and more of that name every where, he was an illusion she could never get rid of an obsession that will never part. His name was all over her diaries, her notebooks, she played how their first conversations might go when she finally meets him. (you know sowalif morahaqa;p)
Months, LONG months passed, where she became better friends with his sister, and his slutty cuznz, she didnt mind cuz she thought they might someday bring me closer to him.
Their families have decided to rent chalets in khiran resort, she must see him there she has to!
And she did. She was walking towards her chalet and saw him in the chalet next to them, was he staring at me? she didnt know, she had her head down. She was scared to death and felt her heart beating in her ears. She walked faster and he walked parallel to her. IS THIS HAPPENNG?! she sped up and walked faster to her chalet, and felt his eyes on hero. She ran the last two steps to the door and slammed it after her! she just stood there staring at the door.
“Lamees!”
She turns so quickly her head starts to spin, breathless staring at her mother.
“Haw, shfeech?”
“wala shay”, she blushes and runs up to her room, locks the door and lays down on the bed. Did that just happen? was he looking at me? or was it cuz i was the only one there? DID THAT JUST HAPPEN!!!?
Years and years passed by, her obsessions of bader grew as she did, not a day passed without thinking about him. She had seen him tons of times, many times where he stared at her but yet again her lack of confidence made her believe that he was looking at the picture frame behind her, or just simply staring at the air that happens to be next to her. She never talked to him, but had countless conversations with him in her mind. She used to cry herself to sleep, she cries asking why couldnt this be any easier?
Little did she know, it was going to get much harder. Harder than she thought, he was travelling to london to study abroad. Her world fell apart, she wouldnt see him every thursday anymore, how on earth is she going to know hows he doing or is he sleeping or eating well?
Her mother noticed that she wasnt well, so she asked: “shfeech intay hal cham yom mo 3ala ba3thich?”
Lamees: haw laish? 3adi shfeeni. *forced a giggle*
Mother: golili shfeech laykon t7ebeeen?!
Waaay galb il om, she thought.
Lamees: la yoma itha ba7ib bagolich lat5afeen ;p
Mother: golili mno?
Silence.
Mother: ok , mnoooo mnooo mnooooo? *her mother was trying to guess who!*
Lamees: waay yuma la allah i5aleech!
Mother: yala 3ad golili mno!!
Lamees’ eyes start to well up.
Lamees: yuma a7ibaa…
**to be continued**
