chapter 11

                                                                                                                                          Nov.21

Its 12:00 P.M., the girls are in school. I miss waking up and watching my dad laughing at me. A tear fell, another one too. Will the pain ever go away? The door bell rang, it was the cleaners. They came in and cleaned up the place. I went to sit outside by the seashore pouring my heart god. The sun was amazingly bright burning my head and the waves were very calm. I saw a familiar face coming near…getting closer. It was m7amad.

“halla wallaa” he said.

“halla w’3ala” I said.

“shlonich ?” he asked.

“mashy il7al w int?”  I replied.

“l7mdla ….laish ga3da titmashain bro7ch wain rab3ch?” he said.

“madras…lazm yrj3oon wayd 6awifow school days” I replied.

“aha 3ayal 3ady atmasha weyach” he asked.

“ee “ I answered.

A minute later…..

                “tadreen besawoon BBQ ilyoom blail 3al ba7ar?” he said.

                “ee w9aly 5abar” I said.

                “btyeen ?” he asked.

                “madry…lal7een bashoof wa’63 ilbanat” I said.

                “ok” he replied.

We walked for hours….talked about the weather, then food, then into other countries. Surprisingly, my phone rang, fa6oom was calling.

“aloo dalool ana w ilbanat yayeen 3ndch glna 7ag our parents nbat 3ndch galaw ok yaaaay ilmohim ya3ny its already Wednesday kilha one school night” she said.

“hehe ok shno taboon tit’3adon ?” I asked.

“madry ay shay yalla bye ilabla yaya” she said and ended her call.

M7amad laughed.

“hehe shfeek ?” I asked.

“thakarteeny ib ayam high school” he said laughing.

“ilbanat beyoon ya3ny lazm a6lb akl bsr3a fa I have to go” I said.

“ee ok allah weyach” he said.

“mashkoor 3al walk” I said, smiling.

“walaw” he said.

I headed to the chalet…on my way I called maki for lunch. Then I headed to take a shower. When I got out it was already 3:15 P.M., and the girls just came banging on the door.

“YALLA FT7AY ILBAB YOO3ANA” halla yelled.

“sorry knt ga3da a5ith shower” I said.

They came in and ate like maniacs. I laughed at them the whole time.

“Banat fee ilyoom BBQ taboon troo7oon ?” I asked the girls.

“ee bas 5al n5l9 our homework 3ashan ma n7aty” fa6oom said.

“ee ok” I said.

I headed to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate with marshmallows on top, Khaled’s favorite. I sat there staring at their picture on my phone, wondering how are they? Where are they? Are they ok? Ba3dain bas da3ait raby ina yr7amhom. My phone rang.

“aloo?” I said.

“halla dalal ? “ a man answered.

“ee na3am mno?” I asked.

“ma3ach ya3gob ilmsalam mo7amy oboch allah yr7ma” he said.

“halla…9ayer shay?” I said.

“fee ba3’6 ilashya2 lazm atkalam weyach 3anha b59o9 ilwirth oo il7alal” he said.

“ee ok” I said …not knowing what to say.

“fee majal tyeenly ilshrika oo afahmich klshay?” he asked.

“ee akeed mita?” I asked.

“e9eer bacher 3al 11 il9b7?” he replied.

“ee ok mashkoor” I replied.

“walaw ma3asalamah” I said.

“ma3asalamah” I said.

I ended the call and then went back to the sitting room.

“haw shfeech 6awaltay?” mneera asked.

“la walashay w ana ga3da asawy hot chocolate iti9al 3alay mo7amy oboy” I replied.

“ha fee shay?” fa6oom said.

“la bas fee cham sha’3la yaby yfahmny w shno my next steps” I said.

“ee zain” fa6oom said.

TO BE CONT’D………………….