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;*

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Unbelievable-1

This story is non-fiction. It happened to a very dear person to me, When she told me all of this I was so amazed that I told her I want to write her story in my blog. So she said it's okay, I will make somethings up just to make it more creative ;p I will be in one of the scenes which will be fun I guess ;p

It will be written from the first-person point of view,,

P.S sorry for not replying to your comments, I've been really busy;**

Here goes;**

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When I got F's D's ,, My parents would be so mad and they would scream at me until they lost their voices. I hated being in such situations, so my best escape was my cousin.

So the day I get my report cards were always the same, I get yelled at, I pack my bags, And off I go to my auntie's house.

My name is Jana this thing started when I was only 13 years old. My cousin Jawa is just about my age. She was my best friend, We did everything together.

When I went for sleep overs at Jawa's ,, They mostly always had gatherings ,, Among them was my auntie's dear friend. She had a son that she kept dragging with her. His name was Muhamed. We speak sometimes and play together. But everything started to change when Jawa spoke to me about him.

Jawa; Agoul janoon! Ma laa7athtay M7amad killa ekhiiziiichhh?
Jana; Hahahah! Shakuuuu:p!
Jawa; Wallah el3atheeem! A9lan tadreen ohwa killa edig 3alaina egoul Jana mawjooda 3indikom? O lamma engoul lah eeh yig3aad e7iin e7iin 3ala ommah 3ashan ityeebah hnyy!
Jana; Nice prank jawoon;)
Jawa; Wallah I'm seriooouuuss! O etha mu em9adgatnyy rou7ayy si2lay ommy!

I kept silent. Was it true?

Jawa; Hey la itfakreen wayiid! Li9baay e7ibiich!
Jana; Enzain o shasawee lah ya3ny?
Jawa; Agoul lich e7ibich! E7ibich 9iij mu kharabee6!
Jana; Laa wallah?! O how can you tell?
Jawa; killa ekhiziich o killa esouliflyy 3anniich! O killa ewadeech elbaqaala o ma ywadeena!

That part is true. I was the only one allowed to enter his car. Car eh? Means he's too old for me! I was 13 and he was 16 going on 17! His mama let him drive because he was the only child and his father was in jail. Yes. I said jail! What for? Yeah, He used to sell alcohol and drugs!! But none of that really mattered to me! I was 13 what do you expect!?

I kept thinking about it during dinner. Every time I looked at him I found him staring at me. Could this really be? Could he really be in love with me? Truly!??

I gave him a soft smile. I liked that idea.

Li9bay tishagag! Ma 9adag enny ebtisamt lah! He suddenly threw his hands up.

Mohamed; SHIBAA3T!
Om Mohamed; Wee ghobra! Shouf 9a7niik fathyyyy:O!
Mohamed; Yuma wallah shibaa3tt!

I giggled behind my teeth.

Mohamed; Jawoon ta3alay shway bakalmich!

Jawa looked at me, grabbed my hand underneath the table, squeezed it a bit and left.

Om Mohamed; Wildy estakhaf el7imdillah wil shekir!

All of us giggled.

When we were done with dinner. I was having my fruit salad and watching my favorite show. Jawa suddenly came in.

Jawa; ta3lay darryy yal 7aywaana!
Jana; What? Shfeech?
Jawa; ta3alay ta3alay el7een agoul lich!

I ran to her room, she pulled me in and locked the door. She rested her back against the door, took a deep breath, then had the largest grin ever!

Jana; shfeeeech?
Jawa; M7AMAAAAAAD!
Jana; Shfeeeh?
Jawa; 3a6anyyy raQamhom o gaal lyyy a36eech eyaah! He wants to talk to you TONIGHT!!!
Jana; Heheheheh! Ambaih 7ilfayyy:p!?
Jawa; Wallah el3atheem shfeech killa 7asbalich achathib! 7atta ka raQmah!

She took out a piece of paper out of her back pocket.

You see I was the type that didn't mind talking to boys. I was in a mixed school and I talked to boys before Mohamed. Not like it was my first time or anything.

Jawa arranged the whole thing. She waited until her parents were asleep and then we'd go to the living room and call Mohamed.

(They didn't have mobiles at that time, they were too young for that. We're talking about 1993 or something like that)

Jawa; *whispering* Yallah yallah diggay! Khasmsa khamsaa ..

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

Mohamed; Jana?
Jana; Aloo?

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Cliffhanger(A)! Mwahhahaha(6)! What will happen ya rabyyyyyyyyyyyy:p??