Chapter 20

Faisal's point of view

I was right. I never got over her. I never forgot her smile, it was beautiful. She was beautiful when she was 13. When she was just a kid. Ajal keif l7een ? When shes 16 ? I wanted to see her, i wanted to see that familiar face. I might be back home in riyadh, but it wont feel like home until i see her. Until i see her eyes. Whenever i looked into them when we were kids i got lost in them. Maybe if i look into them now, i'll remember all the times we had together. We were just a bunch of kids bs i really did love her , and i still do. But she can't know, not yet.

My phone interrupted my thoughts

Hala: "I miss youu </3"

Me: "I miss you more"

Hala: "R u back??"

I opened the chat but didnt answer, did she want me to be back ?"

Hala:

PING!!!

PING!!!

PING!!!

PING!!!

PING!!!

Me: "Bsmllaah ! Eee rj3t!"

Hala: "WALLA!:O:D"

Hala: "7amdella 3ala salamtk oo salamt ahlk ! Kefhm inshalla kwayseen?"

Me: "Eee 7amdella tmam, enti kefk oo kef el waled ?"

Hala: "7amdella bs ma a'6n ydri ennkm rj3to ! Akeed bynb96!"

Me: "Ahh ee lssa ma glna le a7ad enna raja3na"

Hala: "I feel special ;;)"

Hala: "Mta rj3to ?"

Me: "You are ! Gabl 3 ayam"

Hala: "Ahh 7lo nawarat!"

Me: "Bwjoodk!"

Hala: "6yb lazm 2book ykallm baba 3shan nshoof b3'6 !"

Me: "Inshalla :*"

Hala's point of view *2 weeks later*

What do i weaaar ?!

I was standing in front of my closet and i keep thinking i have nothing to wear for tonight.

Faisal and his family jayeen lyoom 3ndna.

And as i was struggling with my dresses, skirts, and tops our maid Joy came in holding the house phone

Joy: "Someone want talk to you"

Me: "Who is it ?"

Joy: "Abdlmajid he say he have to talk with you"

Oh no im trying so hard to forget him i just dont wanna talk about him. 

I need to forget him.

Me: "Tell him i dont want to talk"

Joy *speaking to the phone*: "Hala in the batroom now" and she winked at me 

I gave her a thumbs up.

Joy *whispering to me*: "he say he wait!!"

My godd

Me: "Give me thank you joy"

She nodded and left

Me: "Alo."

Majeed: "Hala a5eeran lazm akallmk."

Me: "Mmm"

Majeed: "walla asef e4a za3altk lamma kallamtk ma knt ag9d walla sorry bs please fahimini wsh elli 9ar ! E4a 3la elli gtltlk ya a5er mrra walla i understand e4a za3alti bs 9ara7a elli benna akthr mn enna y5rb 3la shy zy k4a!"

Me: "Majeed ma abik tloom nafsk, its not you its me, ana mani jahza"

Majeed: "6yb njhz sawa Hala please ! Ana ajahzk please Hala i need you in my life and i love you!!!"

Im not gonna cry im not gonna cry im not gonna cry im not gonna cry

Me: "Majeed i cant"

Majeed: "Please 7abibti walla el esboo3en elli fato kano a93ab esboo3en b 7ayati ! a93ab mn esboo3en niha2i thaleth thanawi"

Is he seriously trying to joke right now ?

I sighed.

Majeed: "Hala moo lazm nkoon m3 b3'6 bs aham shy enni akallmk ! aham shy enni a3rf enni law a7tajk agdr akallmk please !"

Me: "Majeed i love you i do .."

Majeed: "I love you more!"

Me: "Let me continue." * i liked this feeling of being in control* "I love you but i cant, i cant talk to you in any way , its not fair. for me or for you, its not fair for you to wait for me, because i dont know when im gonna be ready, it might be after a month or after a year or when im done with college, but i cant string you along all this time. And i dont want to feel like im under pressure by talking to you. I want you to forget me Majeed, just forget me, i might be something special in your eyes, bs fi ktheer banat zyyi, oo a7la mnni, oo a7sn mnni. I'm sorry from all my heart. I'll .. i'll never forget.. you.." *by now i've probably cried a river, and my voice was shakier than ever* "because.. you made me happy, u made me ... sm-mile" there was so much i wanted to say but i couldnt "Bye majeed"

And i hung up, that was that. 

I wiped my tears and put on some make up. I looked at the mess of clothes on my bed and gave out a loud sigh.

I decided to go with a long skirt and a nice top.

The bell rang.

I put on my flats and ran down.

A5er mrra shft Faisal oo 3elta mn 3 sneen, oo a5er mrra mama kant m3ana.

I missed them all.

Baba fata7lhm el bab oo shfta.

Shft Faisal.

My stomach was doing this weird thing, i guess this what you call butterflies ?

Oh god he's so good looking. Look at his hair, oh my god and that smile of his, not to forget...

Oh my god what was i thinking i shook the ideas out of my head and went up to them.

His dad, 3ammi Fahad, his mom, 5alti 7e9a, and him.

I gave him a really big smile and shook his hand.

Our eyes were locked on each other for a few seconds but i looked away the minute i noticed.

They say that eyes never change, and that was true, because when i looked at his eyes, it was like looking at the 8 year old Faisal who was building lego houses with me.

" Life is like a book with many chapters we call seasons. Some chapters tell the story of love, drama, comedy, mystery, loss, adversity, growth, disappointment, triumph, etc. 
Some chapters are dull and ordinary, others intense and exciting. The key to enduring, persevering and being hopeful is to never stop on a difficult page, to never quit on a book or a chapter that seems too long. Some chapters may be sweet but too short. Your words, thoughts, actions, non-action and choices are the pens that write the pages in your book. 
Have the courage and faith to keep turning the pages believing better chapters lie ahead. God is the author and finisher of your life. Trust. Listen. Believe. Grow in God's word. Activate your gifts and talents. Be creative. Be kind. Be patient. Be faithful. Be grateful. Be fruitful."
-Diamond Taylor

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