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Hey guys
I've been extremely busy and exhausted from uni
honestly speaking, i didn't even start the next post
inshala im going to start it tonight
but give me a few days to finish and post it
if i manage to start and finish it tonight inshala it'll be posted 3ala 6ool
if not just bare with me again
i have so many things to do for uni
and im slightly falling behind on work and i have deadlines for assignments & assessments
time isn't on my side and i have my final year project that im workingon
i have to hand in my 3000 word draft intro in less than 3 weeks
and i still haven't started writing anything.
love you guys & thank you so much for your patience

Pearl Chapter 14: Allure

Sorry if the colors aren't the best but im also trying to make them more visible for those who read the posts from their phone

Let me know if it isn't that great and i'll try to change them again

ENJOYY

 
Previously:

“That was mean ok???.... Hahahaha! You’re mean!! MEAAN! You shouldn’t have laughed!” Zaina hit Yousef’s arm, not so hard and not lightly “There’s nothing wrong with thinking guys read books, reading is good!! And no watching the movie doesn’t count, nothing beats reading the book….”

Yousef turned around and stood infront of Zaina and looked down into her eyes “Nothing beats this….” Zaina avoided any eye contact “whats this??” He held her chin and lifted her head up but she still wouldn’t look at him “Look at me…. Zaina look at me, 6al3eeni..”

   Zaina’s heart was racing. It was beating a millions time per second. She didn’t recognize this feeling. It was new, unfamiliar, scary yet exciting and exhilarating. She tried so hard not to look up at Yousef but she couldn’t stop herself “This…me & you, here, together….. this…”

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   Zaina looked into Yousef’s eyes and felt a bizarre connection. Their connection & chemistry was causing a different kind of fireworks to fill the atmosphere. They were looking deep into each other’s eyes. As if they wanted to explore each other, look into each other’s souls, read and understand one another.

   Zaina’s face was turning into every shade of red and Yousef enjoyed it knowing he was causing her to blush and feel the same way he has been feeling for quite a while. The moment seemed like it was lasting forever. It felt like time had stopped. Everything around them stopped moving, breathing & living and it was just the two of them, in that spot. No one else existed. Yousef couldn’t take his eyes off her.

   He shuffled forward, it was less than half a step but was enough for him to minimize the space between them. Yousef wanted to do it. He wanted to completely close the gap between them and plant his lips onto hers creating the most magical kiss on earth but he was waiting for that look in Zaina’s eye to know that she wants it as much as he does. He didn’t want to rush into it and ruin everything he was tried to establish. He didn’t want to scare her away. He didn’t want to loose her because of one moment where he couldn’t pull himself together.

   Yousef gave her a soft, warm smile that he could immediately see was easing the tension that was building up in Zaina’s muscles. She smiled back automatically as soon as she saw the warmth radiating from his eyes. Zaina felt a bit more relaxed and realized that she was holding her breath the whole time. She slowly took a deep breath and quickly turned around to look over the rails at the beautiful scene that they were admiring a few seconds ago.

   She couldn’t see Yousef’s face but she could still feel him still standing very very close to her. He didn’t move one inch, he was close enough that Zaina could feel his breath on her neck and boy was it an intoxicating feeling. And unexpectedly, she heard the most masculine yet gentle voice she has ever heard whispering a few alluring words…

“Mako a7ad bl denya methlch ya Zaina…”

   The night ended on a smooth note and neither of them expected to enjoy themselves as much as they did. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable between after that incident. On the contrary, they both felt at ease and happy. It wasn’t planned for but it set a particular mood for the rest of the night. They kept on laughing, joking and shared stories at they look a long walk to nowhere in particular. They shared glances and Zaina blushed everytime Yousef complimented her.

   Neither of them said it, but they both felt it. There was this connection that neither one could deny. Any passer by would be able to see it in their eyes. It was an unspoken bond. But it was something neither one of them is ready to admit or take to a different level. For now, they were settling and accepting that they are cousins, friends and maybe even colleagues.

   Later that night, Yousef was sitting in the living room. The tv was on and the his cup of tea was only half full. His mother walked in but he didn’t notice his presence until she tapped him on his shoulder “Yousef! Shfek chthe sar7aaaan? Wain w9alt? mno ili sha’3el balek chthe?”

   Yousef got up and kissed the crown of his mother’s head “ee7mm.. Halaa Yuma halaa. Mako shay, ma7ad sha’3el baly laish? 5air? B’3aitay shay?” He knew very well his mother will not believe him but he still had to try and get away with it “Kil hatha w ma7ad sha’3el balek? Goolyy, sh3ndk ga3ed ihne laima hal 7aza w mu 7as bely y9er 7awalaik?”

   “La Yuma mako shay, bs afaker bl shu’3l w qathaya ili 3nde w shlon a7elha, la akthar wla aqal” He smiled trying to hide the real reason behind what he was thinking about “Ya 5oofy fe shay ‘3air ildawam… gooly itha fe shay, ana oomek lat5esh 3laiy! Akeed shft wa7da 3jbtek 9a7??”

   Yousef couldn’t help but laugh. It was true when they say that mothers knows about everything that her kids want or think about “La ya Yuma, lat7ateeen, inshala itha nwait atzawaj intay awal wa7da ra7 t3arfen w ra7 agoolch ta56benha bl wakt ilmunasb..”

   “Ha ywaiiseef, chna afham mn kalameekk ina fe wa7da bs na6r ilwakt ilmonaseb! Mno ehya gool 5al a56eblk ilbent w 5al nfra7 feeek!” His mother was thrilled at the thought of a wedding and her son getting married “Hahahaha 6awlay balech ya yuma, mako wa7da 7a6 3ainy 3laihaa te6amenay… 6awlay balech, muta ma 9ar ilwakt ilmunasb inshala ra7 atzawaj...w ana mt2kd ina ra7 et7benha mthel ana a7ebha…” He kissed the crown of her head again before leaving to his room “…te9b7en 3ala 5air yal ‘3alyaa”

   Yousef made his way upstairs and got ready for bed. It was getting very late and he had to wake up early int he morning to wake it on time at the court. Before jumping into bed he grabbed his blackberry to set his alarm only to notice one BBM notification. He scrolled down to open it and to his surprise it was a text from…..

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hey everyone
since someone pointed out that the colors are very faint and can't be read on from the phone
i'm trying to change them on the last post
blogger is being funny and only saving some of the changes
so bare with me and if you're getting  bunch of different colors sorry about it
im still trying and hopefully it'll be sorted up
Also, if any readers want the older posts to be changed as well please let me know!
i'll make sure all of them can be read
Thanks xxx

Pearl Chapter 13: Velvety

I really apologize for taking so long 

but mthel ma gelt last itme

uni is killing me slowly

pressure building up

and draining me

kilyoum agool bacher i'll post 

w aja2el till the next and the next because i'd be busy

i didn't edit or proof read because im a bit sick and didn't want you guys to wait any more

so here it is now

enjoooy:***

P.S. where Youse and Zaina were standing was quite secluded just incase any of you think it was happening infront of a bunch of people ;p 

P.S.S. keep the comments coming :( wain ra7aw??

Previously:

Yousef was scared of speaking or as a matter of fact, he was scared of moving. He didn’t want Zaina to take her hand away. He loved the feeling and he wanted it to go on forever but he had to say something or else the situation might suddenly become awkward. “Im glad I did, im always here for time like these if you need me… you know that right??” Yousef looked Zaina in the eye to make sure she knows he means it but slowly turned is hand over, held the tip o f her fingers and gently rubbed them as if assuring her he will never leave her.

   He could tell Zaina liked it but was surprised at his action. She was speechless and amused at his gesture. Yousef could see her cheeks turning red and he loved that he had that affect on her. All Zaina could do was nod her head and look down and with that he pulled his hand away and sat back in her chair. “Zaina….”

   “Yeah….” Zaina lifted her head up to look at him and she just couldn’t believe what she saw the second she looked up.

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   Zaina’s mouth opened in awe while her eyes literally sparkled and shined. Her eyes had a reflection of colors, blue, green, red and yellow. Yousef didn’t know what was going on. He immediately turned around to see what had grabbed her attention and he himself couldn’t believe it. It was too early in the year but there were fireworks in the distance.

   They couldn’t hear anything but who wanted to hear the noise from the fireworks when they can see the sky transforming into a canvas of bright, beautiful colors. Zaina slowly got out of her seat & walked towards the rails that were over looking the sea. She just stood there with a grin on her face looking at the dancing sparkles.

   Yousef stayed in his seat as he admired the scene before him. There was nothing better than looking at the fireworks and at Zaina at the same time. It couldn’t get any better. The excitement in Zaina’s posture & eyes was indescribable. It reminded Yousef of a little kid. He loved how Zaina had a pure heart. He couldn’t imagine a different kind of Zaina.

   The fireworks had stopped but Zaina was still standing there admiring the scene. There was a velvet rose in a small vase on the table. Yousef picked it up, stood up & walked over to where Zaina was standing. He held the rose infront of here face. Zaina shrieked obviously not expecting him to sneak up on her like that.

   “You scared me! Wsh tha? Whats the flower for?” Zaina was smiling, she was delighted and surprised at his gesture. “A beautiful flower, for a beautiful lady.” Yousef was leaning over on the rail but also facing Zaina. He wanted to look at those gorgeous eyes. Zaina closed her eyes as she took in the scent of the fragrant flower “I’m going to keep this. I’m going to put it inside my favorite book”

   Yousef was on top of the world! What does this mean? Could it possibly mean she’s developing feelings for me? Could she really beginning to sense that I really care about her? “…and what book is that??” Yousef wanted to learn more about her.

   “Its my all time favorite… Pride & Prejudice… I can never get enough of it” Zaina zoned out for about a second as she thought about scenes from the book. “Of course you have no clew what that book is right??” Zaina gave Yousef a slight bump on his shoulders “What makes you think I don’t know what Pride & Prejudice is!!” Zaina turned around and rested her back on the rails as Yousef remained in the same position “hmmmm… well I’ve never heard of any guy that likes books, especially not books like these.”

   “Well, I might not be one of those stereotypical types, we’re not all like that!” Zaina spun her head to look at Yousef. She wanted to see if he really meant what he said or if he was just goofing around. “Waiiiitt… 9edg?? Ya3ne you’ve read the book?” Yousef suddenly started laughing, he was laughing so hard that Zaina felt like an idiot for a second. “AIIISSSH?? WSSSH FEEK T’TH7AAAK KETHAA!”

   Yousef immedietly stopped laughing. His eyes were still watery from laughing but he managed to pull himself together. “The look on your face was priceless!! Why were you so surprised like that?? Ok I have to admit, I didn’t read the book but I know what Pride & Prejudice is! I’ve seen the movie so it still counts! Aanndd… I watched the movie willingly!” Yousef turned around and rested his back on the rails as well “You know even us guys look for a few good romance movies every now & then….”

   “That was mean ok???.... Hahahaha! You’re mean!! MEAAN! You shouldn’t have laughed!” Zaina hit Yousef’s arm, not so hard and not lightly “There’s nothing wrong with thinking guys read books, reading is good!! And no watching the movie doesn’t count, nothing beats reading the book….”

   Yousef turned around and stood infront of Zaina and looked down into her eyes “Nothing beats this….” Zaina avoided any eye contact “whats this??” He held her chin and lifted her head up but she still wouldn’t look at him “Look at me…. Zaina look at me, 6al3eeni..”

   Zaina’s heart was racing. It was beating a millions time per second. She didn’t recognize this feeling. It was new, unfamiliar, scary yet exciting and exhilarating. She tried so hard not to look up at Yousef but she couldn’t stop herself “This…me & you, here, together….. this…”

Pearl Chapter 12: Wild Side

I know i took way toooo long

I thought a post every few days would be easy

but its proving to be harder

Im just swamped with uni work

it is my final year 

and im stressing and i have so many things to do

over the usual everyday things

so please please please bear with me

i'll get back into the routine of posting more per week

especially when i get into the routine i need to put myself into to get uni work done

bs inshala i wont let you down and i WILL keep writing 

but where did all the comments go :(

i only got like 4 comments on the last post :(

please keep comment you all know how much it means to me

i don't want to keep nagging 

sooo.... ENJOOOYY:** 

Previously:

He grabbed his Blackberry and started reading the chats he hasn't opened. There was nothing important. Just a bunch of broadcasts, so he switched to twitter and began reading through his timeline. Looking for any important news or updates. After about 15 minutes he just couldn't distract himself any longer. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to spend the rest of the time staring at the screen and chatting with Zaina. He wanted to see her screen name because her name alone would make his heart skip a beat every time.

   Yousef: Hey, r u still up?
   Zaina: Hii, yeah i am, whats up?
   Yousef: I don't mean to be so forward, but can i ask you a question?…
   Zaina: Of course u can..what it is?
   Yousef: ummm… well...

Yousef: Why did you stop dancing?

Zaina: No specific reason, maybe I just grew out of it

Yousef: Not convinced ;p No one can grow out of that sort of talent

Zaina: I wouldn’t call it talent Yousef, it was just a hobby and classes my mom put me in, nothing special.

Yousef: I have never seen you glowing as much as today, I couldn’t help but say this you are the most talented dancer I have ever seen. You shouldn’t waste such talent.

Yousef: But anyways…. About that date... ;p

Zaina: are you trying to push my buttons :@ tara walla a5lek tajles el7alek eb hal ‘date’ its NOT a date! ;p

Yousef: Fiiinee, if you say sooo! Whatever helps you sleep at night ;p

Zaina: lool! How about Tuesday? At 8?

Yousef: Perfectoo senora! Pick a place and will see you there on Tuesday!

   Thursday came along and both Yousef & Zaina were swamped with work but they still managed to both make it on time for their “date”. Zaina picked a quiet coffee shop. Most of the people there would usually be studying or working. Yousef didn’t mind, to him it meant he would get Zaina’s undivided attention.

   They made their way to the place separately but managed to be there withing 5 minutes of each other. Zaina arrived first so she took the privilege to get a table and order water for the both of them. She contemplated whether or not she should order him coffee but she wasn’t sure what Yousef drinks and so decided to wait.

  

   They spent the whole time laughing and catching up on lost time. Yousef would talk about his wild teenage years with his friends and Zaina would laugh so hard that she couldn’t catch her breath. With every new story Zaina learnt something new about Yousef and everything felt natural with him. She didn’t even have to try. Yousef brought out the real Zaina.

   After 2 hours of none stop laughing Zaina began to beg Yousef to stop with his crazy adventure stories. “Please Yousef… hahahaha.. 5ala9 stop with the stories! I think my abs are rock solid after all this laughing!!” Yousef stopped talking and sat back in his chair while he began to admire her natural beauty and charisma. Her eyes were watery from all the tears that kept forming while they shared the laughter.

   “How on earth did 5alte deal with your wild side as a teenager?? I feel sorry for what she had to put up with! You must have been a hand full!” Zaina couldn’t help but make that comment. She could imagine him being told off every other day. Zaina had a wild imagination and she couldn’t help but imagine him running away from him mother.

   “Yeeaahh! But you see, smarty pants, that’s the thing! I never got caught!” Yousef had one of his cheeky smiles on and it grew wider when Zaina suddenly got a shocked ‘That isn’t even possible” look “You’re kidding right??!! I don’t believe you!”

   “No I am not! Wallah!! Shofay the secret was ina  around my friends I was the wild Yousef but at home & with family im the mature Yousef. So they never suspected I would do anything crazy.” Yousef explained himself and Zaina looked at him in disbelief! “No kid can get away with all of that!”

   “Ee bs e7na 3omra ma 2athaina a7ad or actually hurt something or something… we wed crazy but never to an extent that someone would get hurt fa 3shan chthe we never got caught” Yousef felt like a kid again. He remembered the time when adrenaline would over take their body and minds and the fear of getting caught was so exhilarating “It was just the thrill of it that we enjoyed.”

   Zaina started laughing again as she remembered some of the things he was saying and without realizing Yousef felt a warm soft silky hand resting on his manly strong fingers “Walla you made my month Yousef, mo bs my day. I had a rough week and this just loosened me up!”

   Yousef was scared of speaking or as a matter of fact, he was scared of moving. He didn’t want Zaina to take her hand away. He loved the feeling and he wanted it to go on forever but he had to say something or else the situation might suddenly become awkward. “Im glad I did, im always here for time like these if you need me… you know that right??” Yousef looked Zaina in the eye to make sure she knows he means it but slowly turned is hand over, held the tip o f her fingers and gently rubbed them as if assuring her he will never leave her.

   He could tell Zaina liked it but was surprised at his action. She was speechless and amused at his gesture. Yousef could see her cheeks turning red and he loved that he had that affect on her. All Zaina could do was nod her head and look down and with that he pulled his hand away and sat back in her chair. “Zaina….”

   “Yeah….” Zaina lifted her head up to look at him and she just couldn’t believe what she saw the second she looked up.

Pearl Chapter 11: Bubbly

I know im like 2 days late 

but i kept changing the post

and i know i shouldn't be saying this 

but i am still not happy with the post

its nothing like what it was originally

i was on a roll last time and i loved the posts

but i just couldn't remember exactly what i wrote :(

but i hope you guys like it

and pleeaseeee keeeep the comments coming!

they mean so much to me

ENJOOYYY :**

oh and i don't usually do this but this post is dedicated to RwaishedAddict, the only guy ( i know of that is following my blog) ;)

P.S. excuse any grammer/spelling mistakes didn't proof read it *hands on face*

Previously:
“It doesn’t mean anything. 5al ashoof ilawrag, fe shay tb'3any ashofa al7en? Wla ynfa3 ashofhum bokra lama ma3nde shay?” Zaina was deliberately focusing on the work papers in hope he would forget. She walked over to him as she was speaking and almost got the papers out of his hand that was slightly extended. Just as she closed her fingers on the file, Yousef quickly managed to pull it away and hold it behind his back. Zaina had to take two steps forward because Yousef’s pull was a bit too strong.

   Zaina looked up at Yousef only to realize she was a bit too close to him but then again, she was close enough to see how his eyes were gleaming with admiration. She noticed how his lips were curled up into a smile, he was enjoying this, he loved what he saw and wanted answers, he was enjoying her discomfort. His eyes were glowing. For some reason, even though she felt very awkward and didn’t know what to do, the look in his eyes, the way he was looking at her, made her feel special. It made her remember what it was like to dance. Yousef made her feel special....

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   Zaina took a few steps back to move away from Yousef and ease the tension hat building up inside her. She looked away for a split second and when she looked up again Yousef had moved, he was walking away. He was walking to end of the room . It Zaina a few seconds before she realised what he was walking towards. Yousef was walking the table where the iPod and speaker deck was.

   "What are you doing??" Yousef ignored her. Despite the fact the all Zaina could see was his back but she could feel him grinning. Zaina heard the sound of the Click wheel and within seconds the music was blasting through the speakers.

   Will you count me in….

   I've been awake for a while now

   You've got me feelin like a child now

   Cause every time I see your bubbly face

   I get the tinglies in a silly place

 
   Zaina immediately jumped out of he spot and ran towards the iPod and struggled to get a grip of it. She didn't turn the volume down instead pressed the Pause  button to stop the blasting music completely. "What was that for??" She looked at Yousef with wide, shocked eyes. Yousef looked back at her, looked her straight in the eye "…Inspiration" He had the widest grin imaginable plastered to his face. "I don't need any inspiration, there is nothing here. There is no inspiration needed…." She quickly defended herself and looked down as she bit her lower lip and took a few steps so that they have alternated places.
  
    "Where are the papers you needed to give me?" Zaina was still determined to change the subject. Yousef let out a little giggle before extending his arms towards her. Zaina was still avoiding eye contact. She was too scared to look at his eyes. She was scared of how he would make her feel.

   She was just about to take them when Yousef did the same thing again and pulled them away. Yousef wanted Zaina to look at him. He wanted to see her eyes. He wanted to see what Zaina was thinking or at least try to know what she was thinking. She was obviously nervous but he wanted to know why. Was it just the subject of dance? Or was it because of his presence? But mostly, Yousef wanted Zaina to notice how his eyes was sparkling. Yousef was hoping that she could feel how this new feeling was taking over his life.

   "YOUSEEEFFF!! Aish jales etswe janantny! Give me the papers." Yousef started to laugh at how cute she looked when she gets mad "Coffee? Sometime this week maybe?" Yousef managed to ask as one side of his lips curled up into a smile. Zaina gave him a smile and quickly snatched the papers out of his hands before he could use them against her again "Sure, why not? No one can say no to..coffee"

   "Perfect…." Yousef started to walk away but still facing Zaina. He kept walking backwards "We'll call it a date then..." Yousef had the most arrogant but innocent like smile. It may not be possible but at that moment in time, it most certainly was. "Date aisshh?? ma7ad gal in a bkon date! if you call it a date again, you're going to be going to it on your own!" Zaina gave him a scary 'Oh no you didn't look' but to be honest, all she wanted to do was burst out laughing.

   Yousef left and was off to meet one of his clients but all he could think about the whole time was what he saw. He would do anything to see Zaina dancing. She looked amazing. No words could describe how his heart started to beat faster and faster when he saw her gliding across the floor.

   Later that night, as Yousef laid in bed staring at the ceiling with his right arm resting behind his head. A number of questions kept popping into his. The most frequent one was 'How does Zaina feel?' It was the only question that he couldn't find any sort of answer for.

   He grabbed his Blackberry and started reading the chats he hasn't opened. There was nothing important. Just a bunch of broadcasts, so he switched to twitter and began reading through his timeline. Looking for any important news or updates. After about 15 minutes he just couldn't distract himself any longer. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to spend the rest of the time staring at the screen and chatting with Zaina. He wanted to see her screen name because her name alone would make his heart skip a beat every time.

   Yousef: Hey, r u still up?
   Zaina: Hii, yeah i am, whats up?
   Yousef: I don't mean to be so forward, but can i ask you a question?…
   Zaina: Of course u can..what it is?
   Yousef: ummm… well...

Posting

Hey everyone!
First of all
thaankkk youuu sooooo much for all the comments!!
im beyond happy that i still have my readers!
it boosted my motivation!
its making me want to write more and more!
yes, i do write for myself
but its nice to now that when im taking time to post them that they're being read!
I LOVE EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU!
without you guys i won't have continued blogging let alone started another story
and especial thanks to 7awoor for motivating me to start my blog to begin with and also mentioning it again to her readers.
There should be a post on tonight fingers crossed!!
So keep an eye out for a post 

Posts are lost

I only got 2 comments on the last post
so i don't know if anyone else is even reading this
but in case there are silent readers (who i hope would comment because comments motivate me)
my laptop got stolen ams from our apartment
while we where in it, sleeping :)
my laptop, laptop charger and an iphone charger were stolen from the living room
He must be one lucky idiot because on that night we forgot to lock the door before going to bed
turns out the EXACT same thing happened to another apartment 2 floors down a few days ago
Its ridiculous and i still can't believe it actually happened but it did
Unfortunately, i didn't save the post somewhere else so i lost like 4 posts that were ready to be posted onto blogger
soooo.... im going to need a bit more time to re-write them
whats sad is that when i wrote them i was on a roll
and i won't remember everything i wrote :(
im upset because i really liked those posts
Hope you guys understand
thanks and love you all xxxxx
P.S. pleaaseee if anyone else is still reading pleaasee comment. I would love to know if i still have my readers :(

Pearl Chapter 10: Special

I know I took way too long.

I wasn’t exactly busy over the summer

But I didn’t have a clear mind

I couldn’t write because it wouldn’t be my best

I lacked motivation & inspiration because of many things running in my head

I couldn’t write, I was stressing over soo many things!

I was calm and content on the outside

But on the inside, in my head, I was a mess!

And then I started my final year last week

And even before officially starting I was SO stressed

I was going mad

But im back now

with a new post & a new look to the blog

i'll be posting regularly, not daily, but regularly
they might not be as long as you want them to be, it would just take longer to write i longer post.
 

One more thing, if any of you are dancers you would probably know the moves I have written may not be real dance moves cause they’re not ;p

They’re gymnastics moves

I don’t know much about dance I’m more of a gymnastics person

The moves I’ve mentioned look the same in dance but are maybe called something else

Here is a guide for the moves

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlCyqmkyeFg&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRa57M5VFic

Anwaayyzz here’s the post

ENJOOOYY:***

Previously:

Yousef made his way down to the basement as quietly as possible. He wanted to see what she was doing. Wanted to see what how she engages in her hobbies when no one is around. As he walked down the stairs his smile began to grow wider and wider until it turned into a huge grin. He noticed a bit of background music. He couldn’t tell what the song was but it was very familiar. The closer he got the clearer the song was...

If I should be so bold

I’d ask you to hold my heart in your hand

Tell you from the start how I’ve longed to be your man

But I never said I would

I guess I’m going to miss my chance again

All I ready wanna do is love you

A kind much closer than friends use

But I still can’t say it after all we’ve been through

And all I really want from you is to feel me

As the feeling inside keeps building

And I will find a way to you if it kills me

If it kills me

If it kills me

It might kill me

[If it kills me (Casa Nova Sessions) Jason Mraz]

And he was beyond fascinated by what he saw, mesmerize. He didn’t recognize her, she was a different person. Her face was glowing….

   Zaina was beautifully gliding across the floor. She was elegant and graceful. Every move, every skill was executed flawlessly. He has never seen someone dance the way she just did. She moved with ease and bursting energy. Her leaps, jumps, turns and twirls were explicit. She did a series of full turns with her leg in back attitude, followed by a stag jump and split leaps. Zaina danced across the floor to the music before she did an illusion turn and during that move he face was beaming! Her smile was spread across her face from ear to ear. As she threw in a tour jete followed by a split leap she dropped to the floor and was facing the ceiling. She slowly arched her back following the rhythm of the music and you could see energy radiating from her body. She rolled over and pushed her self off the floor doing a toe roll up.

   “WOOWW!! She is… You’re… wow, you dance beautifully! I never knew you danced! Not that I should… But I mean…thaaat was exquisite!” Zaina jumped out of her seat at the sound of his voice. She didn’t know he was there, or as a matter of fact, that anyone was there. She paused the videotape she was watching and turned around to look at him. Her face was shocked and red. Red from embarrassment and shocked at the fact that someone actually saw that. She tucked her hair behind her ear “Yousef! Wsh ili jabk?? What r u doing here?” Zaina began to bite on her lower lip.

   Usually, Zaina would have her “dance music” playlist on full blast while she sat there thinking. She replayed old routines & came up with new routines in her head, but today, all she wanted to do was play old videos of her old routines. The ones she films when she wanted to perfect them and needed to see how they were looking.

   “You dance. You dance marvelously! Why are you watching this here? Alone? This shouldn’t be kept from the world! It’s too beautiful!! You’re beautiful! Do you still dance?” Yousef had to many questions and didn’t know where to start from, he just began throwing them at her. “Hahaha, calm down, you’re attacking me with questions. You’re over reacting. It’s nothing. What are YOU doing her!”

     Zaina was trying so hard to change the subject. It was apparent that she didn’t want to answer any of Yousef’s questions and she was obviously uncomfortable but Yousef ignored the discomfort and focused on her eyes instead. Zaina’s eyes where trying to hide a story, something she obliviously didn’t want exposed, especially to Yousef. “Yait a36ech awrag, maknt agdar a2ajl la2na ra7 t7tajainhum fa glt I pass by and drop them off myself. Stop changing the subject. Ma jawbtay 3al as2tle, you dance??”

   As Yousef repeated his question again, Zaina turned her gaze looking across the room, down to the floor and then back up and looked at Yousef again while still biting her lower lip and fiddling with her phone that was in her hand. “I used to dance…… What papers?”

   Yousef couldn’t understand. What does “used to mean”? No one knows why Zaina doesn't dance anymore. As far as everyone is concerned she used to dance. It’s all in the past. Everyone who knew how great of a dancer she was, never understood why she refuses to dance anymore. They don’t understand how she could throw away such a talent.

   “Used to? What does that mean? Shma3na kntay. Mn ili shfta, dance shouldn’t be your past. Papers that have to do with the qa’6eya” Yousef was persistent. He couldn’t let the subject go. He was insisting on knowing. Why would she give up something that made her glow! Something she clearly loves and is a part of who she is.

   “It doesn’t mean anything. 5al ashoof ilawrag, fe shay tb'3any ashofa al7en? Wla ynfa3 ashofhum bokra lama ma3nde shay?” Zaina was deliberately focusing on the work papers in hope he would forget. She walked over to him as she was speaking and almost got the papers out of his hand that was slightly extended. Just as she closed her fingers on the file, Yousef quickly managed to pull it away and hold it behind his back. Zaina had to take two steps forward because Yousef’s pull was a bit too strong.

   Zaina looked up at Yousef only to realize she was a bit too close to him but then again, she was close enough to see how his eyes were gleaming with admiration. She noticed how his lips were curled up into a smile, he was enjoying this, he loved what he saw and wanted answers, he was enjoying her discomfort. His eyes were glowing. For some reason, even though she felt very awkward and didn’t know what to do, the look in his eyes, the way he was looking at her, made her feel special. It made her remember what it was like to dance. Yousef made her feel special....

Bold

Sorry again for the long delay and not posting

I just finished writing this today in the car

Took a roadtrip from florida to louisiana with an overnight stop

It was LOONGG and boring

I know its not a long post 

And not what you all deserve for waiting this long

But i've already started working on the next post 

I will try not to take too long but i can't promise

This vacation is more of a job than a vacation with all the things that are going on :(

ENJOOOOYYY :***

xoxoxo LOVE YA'LL

Previously:

As they both walked side to side towards the doors he could smell her scent. She had her dior hypnotic poison perfume on indeed it was slowly hypnotizing him, he couldn’t keep his eyes of her. "You shouldn't be working on a weekend, its unhealthy, you need time off to rest..." Yousef couldn't believe his ears "May9er ketha 24 sa3a bs 7a6 kl 6agtek bl shu'3l..." Is Zaina just trying to make conversation or does she really mean it? Yousef couldn't help but wonder if she really is concerned about him or is it just one of this things people say during conversations. "Eee walla adre bs shswe, 3laiy wayd shu'3l w mu mla7g, mako a7ad '3airy ga3d ysht'3l 3ala hal 8athaya..." Zaina was not really looking at him, she was looking through her bag for the papers she has to give him and was talking to him at the same time. Yousef stood there with his arms crossed across his chest. He was watching her.

   He couldn't help but notice those subtle movements that other people would over look. Small 
movements like when she runs her fingers into her hair to pull it back or when she places the tip of her fingers on her lips as she is thinking and wondering where the papers are. All Yousef wanted was more time with her. Weekends would be even better if she was there. Breakfast would be tastier and more satisfying if he had her sitting right there across the table from him as he had his coffee.
   When Zaina found the papers she walked up to with a smirk on her face and a glow to her eyes and put out the papers in front of him for him to take. As Yousef reached out to grab them she suddenly pulled them away and looked him the eye "One more thing..." Yousef looked at her and raised one eyebrow in question "Check your phone...."

   Zaina gave him the papers as she suddenly began to blush as Yousef was staring at her with the widest grin plastered on his face. She turned around and began walking while Yousef just stood there looking at her. Right before she reached the door she turned around to face him but still continued to walk backwards "You better not make me regret my decision estath Yousef...." and with the she turned around again and stepped out of the door back into the garden. 
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A week passed and Yousef still couldn’t believe that he was actually chatting with Zaina. It felt surreal. They would spend all day chatting, about anything and everything, work, outings, friends, family, likes dislikes, they just got to know each other more without having any strings attached. Yousef loved what he was learning. He tried his best to conceal what he was feeling worried about scaring her or pushing her away. Especially when he has no idea what she thinks of this. Sometimes he gets so close to just asking her point blank but then again he knows its wrong and he knows she’s not that type of girl.

Yousef came back from work late that day and was extremely tired. His naps were usually about 2 hours but on that day particularly it was no less than 4 hours.

Zaina: Stop being lazy and GET UP! You had your nap and I think it was the longest ‘nap’ on earth. Some people consider this a whole nights sleep!!!

Yousef: ma7ad fekm 7as feeni! Walla ta3ban! Ma yamdeni arta7 la during the week wla weekend! Omi just walked in 6 times in the past 20 mins just to wake me up!

Zaina: Ya bcz u said u have work to do & stuff to finish that’s y everyone is waking u up!

Zaina: Yalla ma3laih, get up & finish ur work & take a break this weekend.

Zaina: I know ur going to say “I can’t! Mno bswe ilshu’3l 3ane!” But this times its going to be an order & not a suggestion.

Yousef: An order haa?? Laish 5ayfa 3laiy?? *thinking face*

Zaina: Yousef…

Yousef: Halllaaaa…

Zaina: if you don’t get up now I’ll make Reem come to your room and shower you with a jug of ice cold water :)

Yousef: Mn wain yebtay this evil idea! Magdar agool shay ‘3air ina bngoom ‘3a9bn 3laiy la2na adre fech etswenha

   Zaina never fails to make him smile even when it’s not the answer he wants. The unfamiliar feeling kept growing inside of him. He felt like with every hour that passed he wanted them to grow closer and closer. Yousef pushed the thought of Zaina aside and quickly got out of bed before his mind took him to places as the thought Zaina and how wonderful she is continues to expand in his head.

  

   As Yousef walked down the stairs, he couldn’t help but feel jump and energetic as he skipped a few steps and was humming some song along the way. “Waaaay Yousef! Mab’3ait etgoom! Walla 3lait galbe w 3awart rase ma3ak! Allah y3en murtk ma3ak itha chthe btswe feha 3shan etgom!” His mother had a very concerned look on her face. “Yummaa allah ysam7ech! Mno galch ra7 aswe chthe eb murte!!” Yousef couldn’t help but start laughing at her. “Eeee mu bs ana ili tbon et3awron galbe! Bs omkum!” Yousef walked over to where she was sitting and kissed the crown of her head “Ma3ash mn 3awar galbch yal ‘3alya! Ga3da at’3ashmar m3ach walla! Mag9rtay ma3anna…” Yousef’s mom couldn’t stay mad at her children for long. After all, they are who she lives for. “3ayrtek bs!!! Wain btro7 al7en? 3ndk shu’3l 7g hal 8athaya ili mat5al9!”

   “Eee walla 3nde cham shay, broo7 age6 awrag bait 5alte 7g Zaina w ba3dain bro7 ag3ad ma3a wa7d m7taj shway cham ma3loma mna 3an 8atheya tawne mstlemha w 3ugbha ymkn aro7 ildewaneya shway mn zman mu raye7… t2amreeni 3ala shay?” His mother gave him a reassuring smile as she nodded no “Bs salem 3ala bait 5altek w deer balk 3ala nafsek..”

   “Inshala yumma yo9al..” He kissed the crown of her head one more time before heading out. As he walked out and towards his car he couldn’t help but imagine the look on Zaina’s face when she sees him at her place. Will she be happy or surprised or upset that he didn’t tell her?

   He didn’t tell her that he was going to drop some papers by because he knew she would come up with any excuse just so he doesn’t drop by and honestly speaking, Yousef wanted to do this. He wanted to go see her out of working hours. Their only encounters were either at work or at family gatherings. He wanted to see the casual at home Zaina and he wasn’t going to deny how much he has missed her and wanted to see her. He hadn’t seen her in a while and was ecstatic when he finally found a reason that he could do so.

   The whole ride to Zaina’s house he was singing along with every song that was played by his ipod that he had plugged in. He was smiling and his eyes were sparkling. About 20 minutes later he was right outside his aunts house and parked the car. He switched off his car engine, grabbed the papers from the passenger seat, got out of the car and locked it.

   He made his way up to the main door and rang the bell. As he waited for the door to be opened, he checked his telephone to see if there is anything important but before he could check anything the door was opened and the nanny let him in.

   “Salam, shlonech lisa? Where is Zaina? Is she at home?” The nanny knew Yousef from family gatherings. “Good sir, how are you? Yes she is at home, in the basement. Everyday at this time she go to the basement for 2 or 3 hours.” Lisa was very nice, she was old but not extremely old. She was with their family for a very long time and practically watched Zaina grow. “Oh ok, is it ok if I go down?” He wasn’t sure if it was ok or not since he never knew Zaina spent hours in the basement everyday. He didn’t know what she would be doing. “Yes yes ofcourse you can go!”

  

   Yousef made his way down to the basement as quietly as possible. He wanted to see what she was doing. Wanted to see what how she engages in her hobbies when no one is around. As he walked down the stairs his smile began to grow wider and wider until it turned into a huge grin. He noticed a bit of background music. He couldn’t tell what the song was but it was very familiar. The closer he got the clearer the song was...

If I should be so bold

I’d ask you to hold my heart in your hand

Tell you from the start how I’ve longed to be your man

But I never said I would

I guess I’m going to miss my chance again

All I ready wanna do is love you

A kind much closer than friends use

But I still can’t say it after all we’ve been through

And all I really want from you is to feel me

As the feeling inside keeps building

And I will find a way to you if it kills me

If it kills me

If it kills me

It might kill me

[If it kills me (Casa Nova Sessions) Jason Mraz]

And he was beyond fascinated by what he saw, mesmerize. He didn’t recognize her, she was a different person. Her face was glowing….

Apology

Hi all!!!

I really hope i havent lost all my readers!!
i've just had a couple of busy months! i haven't forgot about my blog and i actually have a post that is almost ready just don't have the time to finish it!
I'm sooo sooo SOOOOOO sorrryyy about this!
i promise i will try to start posting again ASAP
and to make sure you guys get more than one post wra ba3ath
im going to work on a few post have them ready and that wait you won't have to wait for too long
once again im really sorry about all this
i hope you understand!
I promise i won't stop posting this story,
im going to finish it for all of you out there ready
for those that are still being extremely patient with me
i appreciate it soo soo much! and i love you alll

xoxoxoxoxo LOVE YOU SOOO MUUCCCH
please please don't loose interest!!!

te'9l ilroo7

i miss writing and i miss u guyz even more!

this year is almost over and i just cant wait!

bs eb nafs ilwakt 5ayfa wayd mn my finals 

5ayfa ma aswe zain and i dont get what im aiming for

w 5ayfa from the worst thing that can happen 

ina kil ta3be yroo7 and i fail one of my modules 

7mdila ina so far all my grades are good overall 

bs ham 5ayfa waaayd!

annnddd because im oh so lucky!

i hurt myself the day after my last post!

i had a trampoline competition in leeds

and i landed wrong on my right foot during warm up :(

i didnt even get to compete :(

i've been in a cast for more than 2 weeks

and my orthopedic bl q8 shaf my MRI scan and said i need the cast for 3 weeks :(

im dying from the cast and from not being able to do anything

so apart from sitting on bee-hiiind and revising in my room that has no proper wireless connection and no phone service im going slightly crazy from boredom

i miss writing so much! i want to write!

i want motivation and inspiration!!!

i promise ra7 ykon fe post soon! inshala gabl ma abe exams 

help me be motivated to write and study!

bs for now this is  random post inshala ya3jbkum w baktb post for Pearl soon inshala

ENJOOYY!

   Papers were spread all over the bed. The file cabinet was wide open. The clock on the wall read 3:00 am. M7md was beyond exhausted. He hasn't slept in 3 days or had a descent meal. You see, his mother passed away 3 days ago. They've been in london for 4 months now and 5 days before they were due to go back home and be between their friends and family she died. She died of cancer. She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer 4 years ago but she was treated. Doctors claimed they got it all in surgery after her treatment. They said she was cancer free. She was as good as new. Surprisingly, a three and half years later it was back and she had the option of treatment again but his mother refused. She said the first time round was hard enough, she doesn't have any more strength in her to fight. She can't fight fate anymore. Whenever it was her time to go she would be ready.

   M7md was so frustrated with everything that was going on and all the paper work and the procedures that have to be followed to take his mother back to home to bury her. It was ridiculous and he was under a lot of pressure. He was an only child and couldn't handle this on his own right now. He lost his father once and now his mother.

   As he was signing a few papers and dating them he looked at his phone to check what the date was cause everything was a big blur to him lately and for the first time in so long he had a genuine smile on his face. Today would have been their 8th anniversary. He couldn't believe its been this long. He needed her with him right now more than ever. His heart ached at how things turned out. His loved for her never stopped. In fact, it grew. Every day they were apart he loved and missed her more and more.

Te'9l ilroo7 mshtaga
Taby shofat'hy oo shraga
ta3ala oo jal 5alaga
fdaita 7esnaha ilbarag
abe gurbaha daym 

oo fekry bl '3ala hayem 

oo galby eb jawaha 7ayem
la2nha janat ilmshtag

   He remembered the first time she asked for a divorce. M7md felt like she splashed him with ice cold water. He couldn't believe his ears. "6aleegniii!!! bs magdar! hathe mu 3esha!! 6alegnniiii!!" M7med had just got home from work to find his wife sitting on their bed crying her eyes out and fuming with rage. He quickly ran to her side with a shocked look on his face and was speechless "......La..laiish??" Something inside him knew what the reason was but he still couldn't believe she was asking for this. He didn't want this to be true. "YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WHY!!!" 3abeer's voice was pretty loud and since their living with his mother he didn't want his mother to hear any of this. "7bebti, keep it down please, mabe mashakal ma3a omi al7en, kilish mali 5ilg, tkfain." M7med gently got onto the bed and cupped the face of his beautiful wife as he wiped her tears with the tip of his thumb.

   "I'm not going to keep it down!! 5al tsm3any i don't care anymore! hathe mu 3eesha!! ma7ad yrtha ynthal chthe! lo wa7da '3airi chan mn zman hadat ilbait!!" 3abeer has put a lot with his mother. The dictating, the controlling, the urge to be a part of every single thing in their lives. She even put up with his mother controlling their sex life. This just is not normal. Yes, she loved her husband very much. Yes, she couldn't imagine being away from him for one day and doesn't know how she is going to do it for the rest of her life. She couldn't bare the thought of not having the love of her life right by her side everyday, but then again she couldn't bare to live the way she is right now. M7med refuses to move out because he thinks it is unacceptable to leave his mother living alone in a house. 3abeer finally decided that sometimes you just have to make sacrifices.

   3abeer saw the look in his eyes. He was torn between his soul mate and the person who raised him and spent years watching over him. She wants to make this easier on him. She doesn't want to make him choose because at the end of it, she was pretty certain that he wouldn't abandon his mother. She got up from the bed and pulled a suitcase from the large cupboards and began to throw in whatever she saw in front of her "Ana baroo7 bait ahaly, mabe ilsalfa et6awl wla tkbar, bs abe wrgat 6alagy, mabe wla shay..." within seconds she zoned out and blocked out everything M7md was saying. She knew he would convince her to say. She knew she loved him so much that eventually she would give in and stay but would later regret it. No one said it was easy to make this decision and leave the person she loves so much but it was for the best. His mother never really approved of her even though she was the one who suggested 3abeer for her son.

   10 minutes later she was out of their room and went downstairs heading to  the door only to see her mother in law standing there, hands on hips, evil look in her eyes "Wain 6al3a hal 7azza w ma5tha a'3rathech??" 3abeer wanted to scream and swear at her but out of respect and because of the age difference she contained her anger simply just said "Ana ray7a bait ahaly w ban6r wrgat 6alagy to9aly..." She continued to take steps to the door only to hear that unpleasant voice "...ili y6la3 mn hal bait mn '3air shory w rthya... ma yrja3 lo sh9er bl denya..." Her mother in law was trying to threaten and scare her but all she did was ignore her words and walked out the door.

troo7 w tz3al w ta2ty
w tr'6a w tb3ed 2ahaty
w agool ina hathe mnaty
la2nha a9dag il3shag
agdm w a9br w an6r
lajl 3ainaha ana an6r
w eb 3ainy ilsma tam6r
lakn raby ktab ilfrag

   A week later 3abeer couldn't take it anymore, she has missed her husband terribly and texted him asking him to meet up and in their usual coffee place. When she finally saw him she threw herself into his arms and cried her eyes out. She cried for how fate is pulling them apart. She didn't want to loose him but she was going to have to if she ever wanted to live a normal life. They sat there for 3 hours, M7med trying to come up with a solution, 3abeer refusing because every suggestion still involved his mother and she was certain that if his mother knew he was with her right now after she left "The House" she would be furious and she doesn't blame M7med for wanting to still live with his mother because he can't just leave her. It's wrong. Eventually, they left and drove away, taking separate routes, different lives. They were going to have to live with this sudden change even though they both felt like their heart was shattering into a million pieces by the second.

  He was finally back home, where he belongs and the last day of the funeral was over. He was driving home after yet another long exhausting day. M7med had bags under his eyes. He looked pale and sick. He hasn't been sleeping or eating. Everyone noticed but of course no one spoke a single word about how he looked knowing what he went through. Earlier that morning M7med noticed his face in the mirror and how he looked like he aged ten years in a week but shook the thought out of his head immediately and didn't give it another thought.

   M7med parked his car in their garage and turned off the engine. He sat there for a few seconds thinking about how the house is going to be so quiet and empty. The funeral was over. He wasn't rushing around to get papers done and wasn't going to be on the phone all day arranging for stuff be done. He didn't want to walk into the house and realize how lonely and quiet it is. He was an only child and his father passed away when he was a little boy. Now his mother is gone as well and he has this humongous house all to himself. What was he going to do?

He finally opened the car door and walked towards the entrance. Pulled his keys out of his pockets and unlocked the door. Shuffled his way in as he pulled his 8etra and 3gal of his head and undid his top button of his dishdasha. He locked the door, took the keys out of the keyhole and through them across the table by the entrance.

M7med was making his way towards the stairs at the far end of the house when he noticed the living room lights on. He couldn't think of any reason for why the lights are on since the nannies wouldn't be there at this hour and since his mother was gone. She was the only one in this house that would spend a few hours in the living room at night before going to bed watching her favorite shows.

So he changed directions and walked towards the living room instead to close the lights. He stood a few steps away and took a deep breath before walking in. Even though he knew she wasn't there he still had hope of catching a glimpse of her face in that room. He walked in and was beyond shocked.

Ya 7oby w sebat ejnoony
Ya a'3la ilnas fe koony
A9oonek wnta fe 3yoony
Mdam ilgalb bek 5afag
Nefa'6 9abre w tafkery
Muta ya 7oby btjely
Muta ta'6we 3laiy laily
Tara bo3dek le ma yen6ag

"Jessie let me in and said i could wait here until you get back... hope it isn't a problem..." 3abeer was standing there. She had no make up on her face. Her hair was pulled up in a loose bun and it looked like she was exhausted as well but despite of the exhaustion, she looked breathtakingly beautiful. "La 6ab3an its not a problem, ilbait baitch..."

3abeer could see the pain in his eyes. She knew all he needed was a shoulder to lean on. All he wanted was someone he could depend on to be by his side. She walked up to him and stood right in front of him. They both just stood there looking into each others eyes. Both still in pain from the separation. They were looking at each others features and how time as changed them. They didn't look older, but somehow they both looked equally extremely tired.

Her hand slowly moved and 3abeer placed her palm on the side of his face and stroked his clean and shaven face. M7med couldn't believe that he was feeling her skin on his face. Her hands were cold and shaky. He closed his eyes as he let everything sink in. She was scared and hesitant. M7med knew she was only there to make sure he was alright and didn't need anything. "Knt bl 3azza all three days, knt abe ashofek aw as2l 3anek bs 7sait it wasn't appropriate especially with everything that happened..."

"I know ina kntay ra7ya, mag9artay walla, galoly inech kntay mawjoda mn il9ub7 lai blail w ma5laitay a7ad..." M7med placed his hand over hers and pulled it down to his lips and kissed the inside of the palm. They both kept looking at each other until M7med let go of her hand and suddenly grabbed her from her waisted and pulled her up to him carrying her as he hugged as tightly as he can.

3abeer wrapped her arms around his neck with all the power she had in her. She could feel how much M7med was in need of someone to be there for him. M7med held her so tight and hard and didn't want to let go. His heart was racing and 3abeer could feel it racing through his dishdasha "3abeer i need you now more than ever, i've missed you sooo much! so much! don't leave me again please!!"

3abeer could hear his voice slowly breaking as if he was about to burst into tears. She stroked his hair and the back of his neck trying to calm him down "I'm not going anywhere this time i promise, i made a mistake once and i will never do it again, i regret it so much, for leaving you...... and your mother..."

M7med felt like he could breath again, after what felt like forever. He felt like he was whole again. Like things are going to slowly all make sense again. True he just lost his mother, but he knew he was going to the get the proper support to get him through this, he was going to get the only support he needs...3abeer