“sara?? Sara ma ghairha? Sara ili baghat t5areb baini oo baina?! How could he sink that low? Does he know how cheap she is?! Yadri inha kalemat flan oo 3elan? yadri inha.. istaghferelah mabi a7e6 ib themeti..”
Mays: Bas sayra moshkela, i5ta za3lana 3alaih o mo rathya tkalma ib hal seba.
Mother: haw laish??
Mays: madri, 3ad kanaw rabe3 7ail, bas i5ta mo rathya ina ya5eth’ha.
“ee 3ashan tadri 3an sowalifha oo sya3at’ha!”
Mother: wee wee wee! inzain o meta ib ya56ebha.
Mays: madri wala yuma bas lail7en mo aked 7achi bas.
Mother: eeeeh zain ashwa.
And she looks at Lamees with sympathy in her eyes, Lamees thought she had imagined it. “She couldt feel sorry for me, it was because of them that my dream shattered into pieces.”
A week later, Lamees was in her car on her way to her friend’s house. Her phone rang, she saw the number. Without thinking she hit the flasher o ra7at 3ala 7arat il amaan. She stared down at her phone, in shock not believing what she was seeing. It was bader calling her. Then it stopped ringing. “Did that just happen? She kept on staring at it, why would he be calling me? isnt he getting married soon? Was he going to say goodbye? I’m not up for that!” She jumped when her phone vibrated in her hands, it was a message from him.
Bader: Sorry dagait 3aalaich, i could understand why u wouldnt want to talk to me, bas abi akalmich.
Without thinking, she called him back. It rang once.
Bader: aloo!
As soon as she heard his voice, a tear fell on her cheek, “i missed him”.
Bader: alo?
Lamees: halaa.
Bader:….
“why did he go quiet? Did he feel the same way? Hah! i doubt, Lamees he forgot u, hes getting married.”
Lamees: alo?
Bader: shlonich lamees?
Lamees: il 7imdela, inta shlonik?
Bader: zain….
Silence, she could tell it was as hard for him as it was for her.
Bader: wainich?
She just realised that she was parked on the side of the highway.
Lamees: ray7a bait refejti, laish?
Bader: la madri, met3awed as2elech hal so2al.
Lamees: shbaghait bader?
Bader: madrii lamees min wain abdii…
Lamees:..
Bader: athen inich sema3..
Lamees: ee sema3t.
Bader: 3an shno?
Lamees: mo ib tetzawaj sara?
Bader: mno galich batzawaj?
Lamees: bas tkalemha?
Bader: Lamees shfeech tetkalemain chethi?!
Lamees: bader inta 5alseni shno tabi ?!
Bader: awal shay hadii a3sabich ana mo dag atnajar weyach!
Lamees: mani imhadya a3sabi! inta laish dag? shtabi? shili baini o bainik 3asha…
Bader: Lamees wala il 3atheem lail7een a7ibich.
Lamees: LATCHATHEB! OO LATA7LEF CHITHB!!
Bader: wala il 3atheem mo ga3ed achathib YAH!
Lamees: bader?! int yanait!? int btetzawaj!!
Bader: MNO GALICH BATZAWAJ!
Lamees: kilman yadri!
Bader: istaghferelaaah. inzain momken matsar5een 3ashan a3arf akalmich al7een?
Lamees: shno?
Bader: oo momken ma tanzereeen ya3ni?
Lamees: ok.
Bader: ok ana kalamt sara bint 5alti, wala mali niya ini atzawajha, wala li niya 7ata a7ibha sadgeeni! ana dag awathe7lich kilshay?
Lamees: shno ya3ni i5ti itges 3alay?
Bader: la i5tich matges 3alaich intay sem3eeni al7een, intay t3arfeen a6ba3 sara, o t3arfeen ihya shlon sayra, madri 7asait ro7i wala shay min hadaiteeni, wala il 3atheem thi3t, o malegait jidam wayhi ila ihya, mojarad sowalif, o gamat tdeg 3lay kilyom, o ksarat 5a6ri il bint…
Lamees: ya3ni ib teqna3ni inik malik shighel feeha mathalan?
Bader: Lamees, bet5alini akamil wela la?
Lamees: kamil.
Bader: il mohim, ta3aligat feeni, oo ana mithel matgoleen ta3awadt 3alaiha, o ymken thalamt’ha weyay madri Lamees bas wala makan ib neyeti shay, o il habla ra7at gaalat 7ag omha inha itkalemni, o omha il yom il thani yayatni itgol yala meta ta56eb binti? tara itha 3abalich sara habla tara 7ata omha ahbal minha. Oo ana al7een mibtelesh feehom, mifteshel min ahali kilihom lanha fthe7atni bil 3ayla kilaha. o kilman 3abala ina i7na in7eb ba3ath. o lama i5ti sme3at hal shay matkalemni o matkalemha z3alat 3alaina i7na il athnain. Itgol inta matadri shno sowalifha o madri aish.
Lamees: ok bader… o shil ma6loob mini?
Bader: salamtich, bas kint bawathi7lich il mawtho3.
Lamees: watha7ta o ba3dain.
Bader: laish t7acheeni chethi ?
Lamees: shlon tabini a7acheeek?? ana lama kint abi aseer ur friend u used to push me away al7en lama inta tabi itfathfethli tabini asme3ek ya3ni?
Bader: Lamees.
Lamees: na3aam?
Bader: mategdereen t7awleen ma3a ahalich mara thanya?
Lamees: La bader ma agdar.
Bader: laaiish ?
Lamees: inta awal 7el moshkeltik weya bint 5altik awal!!!
Bader: lat5afeen in7alat.
Lamees: lail7en a7isik chathab bader. o mani gadra asadgik.
Bader: ana chathab?
Lamees: ee.
Bader: yeslam rasich lamees, bas bathbetlich ini mo chathab.
Lamees: ok yala ma3a il salama.
Bader: bye.
“What the hell have i done?! Why am i talking to him that way!?” She started crying so hard, that she couldnt see what was infront of her. She managed to get to her friends house, called her friend that she was outside, not knowing how her friend understood what she said mid-sobs. Her friend came running down, and saw lamees get out of her car her eyes and nose were bloodshot red. She ran and hugged lamees, and she collapsed in her arms.
Two days later Lamees was sitting in the living room, staring at the TV. She was still a body without a soul, she was a zombie. Her mother came and sat down next to her.
Mother: Lamees, intay mkalma bader?
Lamees: Ha? Laish?
Mother: oma dagat mara thanya.
“Bathbetlich ini mo chathab”
Lamees: Laish?!
And her mother smiled with tears in her eyes.
Mother: ya56ebech mara thanya.
Without thinking Lamees threw herself on her mothers lap and started crying, and screaming.
Lamees: Yuma alaah i5aleech wafqaaay! Yumaa alah i5aleeeech! allah i5aleekom yuma 7isaw feeeni! Yuma matadreen shkether i7ibni wa7ebaa! Wala il 3atheem 5osh wa7ed! laish matsadgooniiii??? Walaaa yuma i7ibniiiii! Alah i5aleech yuma lata7remoona min ba3ath! 7aram 3alaikom!!!!!!! ili sawaitoooh feeni mo shwayaaaa!!!!! 7araaaam 3alaiiikoooooooooooom!!
She looked up and her mother was crying too.
Mother: obooch mara7 yertha Lamees.
Lamees: ana akalmaaa!! wala ana akalma!
Mother: La 5aleeni ana akalma.
She couldnt believe her mother was saying that, she stared right through her eyes, “was she joking? ga3da ta5ethni 3ala gad 3agli wela shno?”
Lamees: shno?
Mother: ana akalma.
Lamees: intay mwafqa?
Mother: La, bas mo raftha. Wlani meste3eda ashofich chethi baji 3umrich.
Lamees jumped up and hugged her mother so hard. “Mo raftha! aham shay inha o raftha!!”
The next couple of days were not easy, everyone found out, her brothers and sister. Her aunts and uncles, everyone had a different opinion. Her brothers and father didnt talk to her, and her sister and aunts were on her side along with her mother. This was the final battle in this war. Everytime she saw her father she started begging him with her eyes, she flaunted her tears infront of him, just so that he would feel sorry for her and change his mind. But this time, it was different, she had hope. Her mother was with her, she had even spoken with Bader, talking about religon and everything, Oo Bader already gayel ina ohwa meste3ed ighayer mathheba 3ashani, o i3yalna ikonon 3ala mathhabna, Lamees didnt like that. She wanted him to have his own beliefs and out of that they’d manage and they would work it out. But he seemed to convince Lamees’ mother. And she was fine with that, just as long her mother was fine too.
Lamees didnt stop trying, she tried and tried and tried……….
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2 years later, Lamees got married, and had just found out that she was pregnant. She was hysteric and called her mother.
Lamees: yumaa.. (crying and laughing at the same time)
Mother: haw shfeeeech?!
Lamees: yumaa barkeeeliiiii…
Mother: shno mabrook? 5air inshala. 5ara3teeeniii yuma!
Lamees: yuma ana 7aamil..
Mother: (tyabib) ba3ad 3umrii 3al baraka! ya galbii wala bshara hathiii.. (and she starts crying too)
Lamees: inzain bas ne6ray latgooleen 7ag a7ad ok.
Mother: ee la akeed, intay shlonich al7een 3asa mako lo3a o do5a?
Lamees: la yuma il 7imdela 
Mother: alf il 7imdela, waay yafar7eti wala lo agol 7ag oboch ib yestanis
Lamees: 5alas yuma ana basakra al7een. akalmich ba3dain ok?
Mother: 5alas inshala, ta3alay moreena 3ad.
Lamees: inshala, yala bye.
Mother: ma3a il salama.
As soon as she closed the door, her husband walked in. And her heart started beating, so fast, and tears ran down her cheeks. She was smiling too. Her husband walked towards her looking concerned.
Lamees: Bader, ana 7amel.
