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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Unbelievable-2

I dialed, It rang half a tone and he picked it up.

Mohamed; Jana?
Jana; Aloo?

Mohamed; Jana?
Jana; Eeeh Jana. Shfeek enhibalt:p?
Mohamed; Emm,, Uhh,, Shlounichh shounich?
Jana; Zaina.
Mohamed; El7imdillah.

*awkward silence*

Mohamed; Ana mu em9addig ennich daaga!

I hung up on him.

Jawa; HEYY!! Shfeeech? Laish sadaaiteeeeh:?
Jana; Mu em9addig 3ala allah! Shnu hatha mabeeeh!;/
Jawa; Waaii3 janoon! Malaat 3alaich enzain? Li9bay eyaniiin o e7ibiich! 7addich ghabiyaa!
Jana; Ifffff! Tara mu gha9ib akalmaah!
Jawa; Enzain enzain! Bs wallah 7asafa 3al for9a!
Jana; 3ayal haach entay kalmeeeh!
Jawa; 6a3 hathy! Ohwa e7ibich entay ma e7ibnyyy!

I was a bit upset. Ya3ny kaify I decide what to do! Jawa ishtabyy! It's my decision to make.

I spent weeks at my cousins' house. I then decided to go back home. I'll talk about myself, to make your picture clearer.

I'm the only child, I was so pampered, I had everything I had ever wanted. I was the cutest among my family. I had wide eyes, thick eye lashes. Tiny lips that were so luscious. I have light skin tones, As for my hair, It was always cut short, But still cute. I started plucking my eye brows ever since I turned 13. I know it was too soon, I didn't even have to. But I felt like I wanted to. Because I always wanted to look so good. I wanted to grow up. I wanted to look like models, I wanted to look like Daleeda.

My parents were used to my leaving. They wouldn't welcome me back. It was only normal for me to be gone for months. It's like they didn't even care.

I was unpacking and I found the piece of paper that had Mohamed's number. I was sure Jawoon had put it in my bag. Uggghh ;/!!

I heard my parents fighting, I locked my door, Put on my headphones and increased the volume to maximum.

It was 2 am when I turned my stereo off, and just after brushing my teeth and wearing my pj, I had this crazy idea. I wanted to call Mohamed. So I did. I went to the living room, grabbed the phone and went to my room..

It rang a tone and a half

Mohamed; Aloo?
Jana; Heyy
Mohamed; Jana?

Hatha ma yit3allam?;///

Jana; Eeh eeh jana! Tara thiba7tny!
Mohamed; Enzain haddy a39aabiich ;p
Jana; *fake giggle*
Mohamed; Jana?
Jana; Hmm?
Mohamed; Bagoul lich shay bs mu tiz3ileen.
Jana; Goul
Mohamed; Bas ma tiz3ileen!
Jana; Ma az3al! Goul..
Mohamed; a7ibich..

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I know the post is short. Sorry about that. Bs hatha elly gidart 3alaih.

P.S. As for people who are english speakers, I'll try to make a translation after the post is done. How do you like that? Should I?

Tell me what you think and I'll do it;*

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

yawili he loves her =P .. Can't wait till the next post =D !!

ToOma
XOXO

Noona said...

waaaaay 7aram, maskeena her relationship with her parents isnt that good right;(

ya7laila m7amad 6ala3 iy7ibha;p
love you keep up the good posts;*

Nawarii said...

7araaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam kseeeeeeena laish sadat el telephone ib wayha poor guy ....

kasra 5a6ri jana mskeena her personality is ruined from her family....bas allah e3awith'ha

i love this story ....a9lan kil ur writings i love

more more more

Dreamer said...

wayy wayy ma agdar! iyaaaniinnnn!!!!!! when is the next post?? I want to knoww :)

Anonymous said...

Umbaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaih :o!

EYaaaaaaaniiin 7adaaaaaa ! <33


Maa9dgg so sweet :o<3!

7baitaaaaaaaaaaaaah @@!

Mtaa ilnext post yuba ;p?

- Fa6amiie ;*

 

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