Chapter Fourteen

My legs couldn't carry me anymore so I sat on the bed.


Me: SARA


I was shaking while I watched that D waiting for it to turn into an R.


What if Faisal died? What would I do then? What if he died o he still thinks ene ana za3lana mena. I feel so bad, how would I live with that? This guilt is killing me. I didn't even hear his side of the story, why didn't I believe my Faisal? Is he really dead?


















































Sara: ??


Me: MEEN MAT?














































Sara: baba Abdulaziz allah yer7ama


I quickly took in a deep breath and thanked god. I mean allah yer7ama bas el 7amdella mo Faisal.


Me: eb el janna enshalla, 3a'6am allah ajrek :"(


Sara: ajrena o ajrech


I got dressed ebser3a and then we got into the car to go to 5alte Manal's house.


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As soon as we got there I went up to 5alte Manal and hugged her o I told her 3a6'am allah ajrek o ketha and I hugged Sara and she cried in my arms for a while.


Faisal was nowhere in sight.


Mama was calming down 5alte Manal and I was doing the same to Sara.


Me: Sara 7abeebte emshe ne6la3 enjeeb akel


Sara: la male 5elg, I want to stay with mama


5alte Manal: la sara yomma go


Me: ee en3'ayer jaw shway


Sara: ween benro7 ya3ne?


Me: ma adre ay shay law 7etta McDonalds drive-thru


Sara: 5ala9 okay bas I want to wash my face first


Me: I'll wait for you here


While I was waiting, 5alte Manal started talking about her father with a look of pride plastered on her swollen red face.


5alte Manal: my father was a great man, he always gave to people who were in need o walla ma kan yered a7ad abad, ra3e 5eer, he was always smiling and playing with children, kan y3aref ys3d el nas elle 7oola dayem. I'm not bragging bas walla obooy kan rayyal eb ma3na el kelma, kan ma yza3el ome abad o en za3alha ydawer ay shay 3ashan yra'6eha, kan ye3a9eb 3aleena bas 3ala 6ool ba3adaha eye yet7acha weyyana o yeshra7lena leesh 3a9ab, el rasool gal ethkro ma7asen mawtakom bs mashalla ana '3eer el ma7asen ma a3arf 3anna, allaah ythabta 3end el so2al o y6ahra men el 5aya6a. Amal, tathkereen obooy?


Mama: ee walla o shloon ansa? Kent kel esboo3 lemma aje beetkom ya36eene ana o ente 5 riyal o oob oobbb wesh kanat el 5 riyal awal? Kena ye36eena 50 000, we were the richest kids eb el madresa


5alte Manal laughed at that o Sara walked in on her mom laughing which made her smile as well.


5alte Manal: tara el 9alat 3aleeh awal ma eredoona mn america, et9adgoon 3ad 5eera ena mat allah yer7ama wayed ta3ab weya el sara6an


Mama: eb el nehaya a9lan kelna raj3een lel trab o ma7ad yedre meta yooma


5alte Manal: ee walla


That thought made me shiver. What if I die now o Faisal still thinks that I didn't forgive him?


Why am I having these stupid thoughts?


Sara kissed her mom's head then we were off to McDonalds.




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Even the driver was half crying, he must have been a great man.


We reach McDonalds by 9alat el 6'ohor so we had to stay in the car and wait for them yefte7oon. It was so awkward and we were so silent. It's never been this way between me and Sara.


Me: umm Sara


Sara: hala?


Me: sorry for everything


Sara: la 3ade I'm sorry ene 3a9abt eb zeyada bas 3ashan walla you didn't see Faisal


Me: I love him Sara


Sara: I know you do


Then she hugged me. She cried in my arms and I couldn't help but cry too, then when the hug was over, Sara blew her nose and hit me with her elbow jokingly saying


Sara: bassech dala3 3ad


We laughed a bit then McDonalds finally feta7, we got our food then went back home.




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We got back home and found Mohammad there with mama and 5alte Manal, I gave him my condolences then it went quiet.


We were sitting in the 9ala elle foog so I decided to get us all some water from the kitchen downstairs because their sha3'ala ya nayma ya etkalem.


I went down to the kitchen and as I started pouring the water into the glasses, I heard a fuss coming from the nearby majles.


I placed the water down and went to see what was happening.


I saw Faisal sitting there with his head in his hands but he didn't notice me. He must be heartbroken.


He suddenly looked up, he must have felt someone watching him. When he saw it was me, he stood up. His eyes were freshly wet from tears, his nose was red, and he was trying to wipe all the signs of crying from his face but the tears were only increasing. He didn't want to look weak in front of me.


I realize that what I'm about to do is wrong and I know I'll feel guilty afterwards. But seeing him in this state, made feel like I had to do this even though I know I shouldn't do it.


I walked up to him and in a quick movement put my arms around his shoulders and hugged him as I whispered


"Crying doesn't make you weak"


I felt his muscles stiffen.




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Author's note:


SEE I TOLD YOU TO BE PATIENT
FAISAL DIDN'T DIE
HAPPY?


Oh and a lot of you were asking about my me5ala6a accent so I decided I'd answer you here since a lot of you want to know what's the deal with it lol :p I used to live in shargeya but I moved to riyadh :*


Sorry about this chapter being short, love you all


Enjoy xxo


& happy reading :*