Short Story - Last Moments.

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The pain in her stomach woke her up; it felt like someone was trapped inside her and was trying to slice her open with a knife to escape. It would have caused any other person to scream at the top of their lungs, but not her. She was so used to the pain now and she knew screaming wouldn't help, it would only waste whatever energy she had left.

The night was silent, the only sound that could be heard was the low humming and occasional beeping of the machines that were attached to almost every part of her tired body.

Her weary eyes inspected the room. She was surrounded by white tiled floors and a white chipped wall. Her mind ominously drifted away; she wondered who occupied this room before her and what their fate was. Did most of them leave their body in this room, their souls drifting away on a silent night like this one? Or did all the medication that was pumped into their fragile bodies help them heal and go back home to their families?

Family! How did she forget that her daughter was spending the night with her? She slowly looked over to the couch on her left and there she was, sleeping soundly.

She remembered the day she had her like it was yesterday, but at the moment it felt like a very distant memory. She was heading to work in the morning and her husband was trying to convince her not to because the doctor said she was due any day now. But she was stubborn. Halfway through the day, while she was standing in front of the class, she felt the pain and she knew it was time. She compared the pain she felt then with the pain she felt now, it was amazing how the same thing could mean two opposites. Life and death. After being rushed to the hospital in an ambulance, she felt a wave of relief go through her when she saw her husband waiting for her at the entrance. He looked so bewildered and scared, she knew he was very afraid that something wrong would happen to her or the baby. Even though his hair was a mess, the top button on his shirt was undone and he looked like he just saw a ghost, she still thought he was the handsomest man she had ever seen. She couldn't help but smile at him even though the pain was now unbearable. As soon as he saw her he rushed to her side and never left, he stayed there and supported her through the agonizingly long labour. But it was all worth it in the end, the moment the nurse places that beautiful baby girl in her arms she forgot about everything. She was filled with so much joy and love. That night her husband crept into her hospital bed against that nurses' orders and they just lay there silently, admiring their baby girl who was sound asleep in her bassinet. She remembered how his firm chest felt under her head that night and the comfort it brought. How their heartbeats slowed down in harmony until they felt like one. That was the happiest night of her life.

Oh how things changed. Her baby girl was grown up now. She looked at her daughter in the dark hospital room. Her face was only illuminated by the soft light coming from the moon. She was so beautiful and peaceful . Her eyes were closed, but even then she could see the sadness they held. She was once vibrant and energetic, you could almost see the room light up as soon as she walked in, but now she seemed distant thoughts about her mother's illness festering in her mind. She turned away from her daughter, she couldn't bear thinking about the future they won't be able to have together. How she won't have her mother there to help her prepare for her wedding, take care of her kids, listen to her complain about life and just love her unconditionally.

She stared at the ceiling above her. Her hands fell to her sides and she heard the plastic covers crumple under her thin bed sheet, a cruel reminder that she was in this bed alone. She wished he was here, and at the beginning he was. Finding out about her disease brought them back together, maybe because he knew he might lose her. He used to bring her flowers everyday and ask her how she is, hold her when she's sick, try to make her laugh when she felt down, it was like they went back to the relationship they had when they first got married. Like all the yelling and fighting and sleepless nights in between never happened. It gave her hope. He gave her hope. But as the disease spread in her body, he started putting up walls between them again. He never spent the night with her and only visited her for a few hours everyday, like he was a stranger. She never fully understood why he did that. Was it because her full face was replaced with a skeleton-like one and short, white strands replaced her once thick, long auburn hair? Was it because he was afraid that being too close to her would have made loosing her that much harder? But he was her husband! That was his job. For better or for worse, in sickness and in health. She felt betrayed. And just like that, the less she saw him, the less hope she had.

She had a sudden urge to write her thoughts down, and luckily for her there was a notepad and a pen on her bedside table. She hadn't noticed them before, but she guessed they were her daughter's. She slowly picked them up, used the remote to lift the first half of the bed, alongside with her body up into a seated position and pulled her 'dining' table towards her from the edge of her bed.

She didn't know what to write exactly. Why was she writing in the middle of the night anyway? She let out a deep breath, picked up the pen with trembling hands and put her thoughts on paper.

Her daughter woke up the next morning and went to the toilet straight away, like she does everyday. Once she came back to the room, she noticed something strange; her mom was sitting up, but it was too early for her to be awake. As she got closer, she noticed that her lips looked bluer than usual and she hoped it wasn't what she thought it was. At that moment she wanted to run out of that room and get as far away from it as she could, go back to when she was a kid, laying on her mother's warm lap dozing off to her laughs while she was talking to one of her many friends on the phone. She wanted to go back to when her biggest care in the world was how much cookies she could sneak out of the cookie jar without getting caught. Her walk towards her mom's bed seemed to take forever. When she finally got there, she put her hand on her mom's and as their skins touched, a silent tear escaped her eye. At that moment she knew what she feared the most was true, her mom was gone.

She stumbled out of the room and told the nurses what happened. Then she called her dad and did the same. She sat on one of the chairs in the hospital's hallway, and then it hit her. She was never going to hear her mom's voice, see her beautiful face, talk to her, their family was always going to be missing a huge part. If they can even be called a family now that she's gone. She burst into tears.

One of the nurses came up to her and patted her on the back. She handed her a paper and said with a sad smile, "I think she would've wanted you to read this" as she handed her a piece of paper. She recognized her mom's handwriting, even though you could tell she had a hard time writing legibly while her hand was shaking. The letter said:

I don't know who will find this or if anyone will find it, but I had a feeling that I needed to do this. I feel so fragile and weak now, like I'm trapped in someone else's body and I can't get out. I miss how laughing felt, I haven't laughed in what seems like ages because if I did my whole body would ache, it was like a reminder that I had no space for happiness in this life. I love my family to bits. I don't want to leave any of them, even my husband. He's been distant now but I think it's just because he hates saying goodbye. Whoever you are, would you tell him that it's not goodbye? That I will always be with him, if he carries me in his heart. I forgive him. Just tell him to take good care of our beautiful kids, at least I can leave this world knowing that I left 3 amazing people behind. Tell them that their mom will always love them, no matter what. She'll be looking out for them and be right there beside them as they go through the ups and downs of life. Ask them to stick together and take care of each other, like they always do. I am so proud of them and the people they have become. I wish I could stay longer, but it's not my choice. I'm not scared of death, I'm scared about what's going to happen to the life I leave behind. I hope something good comes from this. As for everyone who was there for me and loved me, my mom, my sister, my nieces and nephews and my friends, stay strong. Love always.

The end.

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I'm facing a similar situation with one of my relatives at the moment, her illness is what inspired the story. She's getting better now and hopefully that'll continue, but I would still like to ask you to pray for her and every other sick person in the world.

The moral of the story is that you never know which day is going to be your or your loved ones' last, so make every moment count, live life to the fullest and make sure the last thing you say to anyone is what you actually mean.

IMPORTANT.

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The ending isn’t going to be what any of you guys expected. Saif and Yasmeen do eventually break up by senior year. Yes, it sucks but it was really for the best. Yasmeen never really trusted him again after what happened; even after the big apology at Jumanah’s house. They never stopped loving each other, but them staying together wasn’t meant to be. Yasmeen graduated from a University in New York and found true love while she was in her University. He was a really nice Bahraini who loved her more than she could love herself. More importantly, she fell in love again. They married once they got back to Bahrain and have two children, Sarah and Ahmed. Saif also found love while studying in the UK, they also are happily married with three children, Yasser, Fahad and Noor and live in Bahrain.

After senior year, Reem decided to wear the Hijab and she broke up with Faisal. He surprised her by waiting for her till after they both graduated from University and they are now happily married. 

Layal and Yousif also separated for a while because of University but Yousif did get engaged to Layal before they went to University because he wanted to make sure Layal would stay his forever.

Jumanah, Layal, Reem, Layan and Yasmeen still do hangout occasionally. Reem, Yasmeen and Layal are still bestfriends and they have to see each other weekly. Faisal and Saif are still bestfriends too. Saif still asks about Yasmeen from time to time and Yasmeen is also friends with Saif’s wife. 

Jassim went w 56ab Jawaher right after Saif told him she chose him. They are now happily married, with 4 children. One of the boys is named Saif. 

Saif and Noorah are really close. She now lives with them in a compound while studying in University. Saif does occasionally visit his father and every friday he has lunch at his Grandmother’s house. 

Chapter Twenty Five

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-Saif’s POV-

Why did she have to see me? I love her so much but she doesn’t understand that I REALLY can’t trust anyone fast. Yeah, I have trust issues, but I do have my reasons.

-BBM Conversation with Yasmeen-

Saif: Yasmeen! Please fhmy laish magltlch!

Saif: Wallah asif

Saif: Yasmeen a7bch!

Saif: Yasmeen rdy 3lay!

Saif: PING!!! x5

Saif: Answer my phone calls please!!

Okay, so BBM wasn’t the answer. This week was a holiday so I had time to plan what I had in my head.

-BBM conversation with Jumanah-

Saif: Jumanah, I have a plan. But I need your help.

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-Yasmeen’s POV-

Its been three days since I last spoke to Saif. He BBMs me daily, calls me daily, mentions AND DMs me daily, but I just ignore. I wasn’t going to forgive him so easily. It wasn’t even because he met up with her; it was because he didn’t trust me enough to tell me AND he lied to my face about who he was meeting. It was too easy for him to lie to me. 

Reem and Layal stayed over the past two days, but today I was here alone. They begged me to go out with them today, but I was just too emotionally drained to go out and see people. The fact that I didn’t know if Saif and I were broken up was what bothered me the most. I honestly do love him and I know he loves me too, but the way he didn’t trust me was too much. The amount of times we fought was too much. I never compared our relationship to Yousif and Layal or Faisal and Reem, but now I’ve noticed we fight so much more than they do.

I wasn’t eating properly these past three days. They actually felt like three years. I got so used to the fact of talking to Saif everyday and seeing him in school everyday. I knew I seemed a bit over dramatic to Reem and Layal, but honestly, the way I fell for Saif was truly unreal. I’ve never felt this way about a person in my whole entire life. 

Jumanah kept bbming me to come to her house in Durra. She says fe shay 7da muhim. I wasn’t really in the mood to see anyone, but I needed to go out w a‘3yr jaw shway. I asked my mother if I could go and she said it was fine. It was about 4 PM so I told Jumanah I’d be there by 4:30-4:45. I decided to wear my black leggings and an oversized ‘I ❤ Bahrain’ hoodie. Yes, it was hot, but I wasn’t bothered to wear anything else. I wore my gold flats and got red Maschino shoulder bag, threw my phone and lipgloss in it and was out the door. I had winged eyeliner on, mascara and a bit of red lip stain on. 

Once I got to Jumanah’s house, I noticed that there was a path made from red rose petals that lead to the back of the house. I was confused but I decided to follow it. I walked slowly towards the end of the path; which had a few candles next to them. I was seriously curious to find what was at the end of the path. Once I got to the end of the path I found...

‘I’M SORRY’written neatly with red rose petals on the ground, with Saif standing behind it. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, and he mouthed the words ‘I love you’. I was completely and utterly shocked.

I ran into his arms, with tears falling from my eyes. 

Chapter Twenty Four

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-Saif's POV-

This was the first time my father has ever sent me a message, telling me to come home. I would always just wait till things cooled down and went back on my own. I didn't know why I couldn't erase the smile on my face. Maybe its odd to others that I felt loved by my father from this message; but I did. I felt loved. 

I blew out the candle on my slice of cake without making I wish. I had everything I wanted, el7mdellah. I got up and walked up the stairs, towards Faisal's room. Reem left with Yasmeen, so I had heard him run up the stairs once their car had left. Yasmeen BBM-ed me that she was dropping off Reem and then I forwarded the SMS to her on BBM. She was literally ecstatic about it. With Yasmeen, I felt like I could tell her everything and she would never judge me. She was one of those people you wanted to change for; you wanted to become a better person just for them. 

Once I got to Faisal's room, I knocked lightly on the door. "Tfa'9al" Faisal said from inside. I opened the door slowly and walked towards the small couch he had near his bed. "Faisal, int 7sbat u5ooi, y3ny ana ma7b etha nt'hawash la2na a7s eny mt'hawsh weya wa7d mnn a3az elnas 3ndy. You were right. Yasmeen does deserve better. Bs wallah I'm trying to become a better person for HER." I said, looking down at the floor. "Saif, wallah int b3d 7sbat u5ooi! Ana zafaytk la2ny ma7b 6ree8tk shlon 9arat!" Faisal said, his serious expression slowly fading away. I nodded and told him why I reacted that way and about the message from my father. "Saifo 5th eldriver w rd baitkum! Akeed ent eshtagt 7g sreerk w e5tk!" Faisal said, chuckling. I laughed as he called his driver to pick me up. 

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I opened the door to be welcomed by Sally, Noorah and a cupcake. The cupcake had 'HBD S' (happy birthday Saif) written on it. "Happy birthday Saif" Noorah and Sally said, smiling in my direction. I smiled and hugged them. It felt good being back in my house. Noorah pointed towards a card on the table. It was a plain, white card in a plain white envelope signed 'baba'. That was odd. I walked towards the table and grabbed the card. Slowly, i took out the card that contained a photograph and three words. "happy nirthday Saif." was written in the card and a picture of my mother while she was pregnant with me stuck next to it. This was the first real gift my father gave me.

-Yasmeen's POV-

The whole ride home, I had a smile plastered on my face. Reem kept asking me why I was smiling, but I was too wrapped up in my memories of today. I was so touched that Saif told me first about how he spent his birthdays. Yeah, I was pissed that he didn't trust me from the beginning to tell me, but I still appreciated the thought that I was the first person to find out. 

"5al n6la3 tomorrow madam el family gathering is cancelled." Reem said, starting to nag like a child. "don't remind me! 7dy I miss my grandmother! It sucks that she's in Saudi this weekend!" I said, pouting slightly while my eyes drifted away from Reem's gaze. "Inzain ma3alay! Me, you and Layal nroo7 Seef tomorrow for lunch 3sham n'3ayr jaw!" Reem said, trying to change my mind. "inzain, inzain! Basich 7ana I'll BBM Layal a7een and tell her to meet us at Seef tomorrow by 2 PM.”I said, shutting Reem up. Once Layal agreed, our plans for tomorrow were set.

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-Saif’s POV-

I woke up to my phone ringing. It was Jassim.

-Phone call with Jassim-

Jassim: T3rf cham mara t9alt feek?! i5ook 3ady trid 3al telephone mara thanya?!

Saif: Wa 3laykum el salam. Shtaby mt9l mnn 9ba7 Allah 5air t9ari5. 

Jassim: Abeek, etha ma3layk amr, T7ACHY JAWAHER W ITGOOLHA MTA YOU GUYS WILL MEET UP. 

Saif: had a39abk. Mb mshkly thak elyoum she had to cancel! A7een ba7acheeha w bagoolha troo7 Seef Mall at 4 PM, okay Jassoom?

Jassim: Ee okay! Call me awal ma tkamel ha Saifo?

Saif: Inshallah, bye

Jassim: Bye

Once I closed the phone, I whatsapped Jawaher the plan. She agreed too, because she also wanted to get this over with. Yasmeen had ‘Seef with the girls<3’ in her BBM personal message, so I decided I was going to surprise her. Once I got to Seef, I asked Reem where they were so I could surprise Jazi.

-Yasmeen’s POV-

We managed to get to Seef by 2:30 because Reem decided not to criticize what I was wearing today. Shocking, I know.  I wore blue jeans, a coral top and a black blazer, with a simple necklace and a few bracelets. I matched it with my usual, black Chanel shoulder bag and my coral flats. Reem approved of my outfit today; she said I didn’t look so “bohemian”. Reem wore navy blue jeans, a tuck in white shirt and a few chunky necklaces and bracelets. She had a red Maschino purse with her and gold flats. Layal wore a light beige, maxi skirt with a plain white shirt and a black blazer. She paired it with a few necklaces and blue flats with a black clutch. 

Once we got to Seef, we decided we’d have lunch at Cafe Italia. The waiter seated us in one of the booths at the end of the restaurant. I had my back to the door and Reem and Layal were facing me. “BOO!”someone said from behind me. “SHIT SAIF 5ARA3TNY! I WAS GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK!”I said, a bit too loud, my hand on my chest. Saif, Reem and Layal bursted out laughing. “Lo chfty wayhich! Chnch chayfa wa7sh!”Saif said, trying to contain his laughter. “7mar. Wallah 7mar.” I said, trying to stay annoyed. Saif just kept on laughing then he mouthed the word “a7bch”so I would smile. And, of course, I did. “So. int yeet all the way to Seef just to freak me out?”I said to Saif. “Laa yal wath8a, yeet 7g Jassim.”Saif said, trying to imitate my voice. I scrunched up my nose so he would laugh and I bursted into laughter too. “Tnarfzoon!” Reem said, trying to annoy us. I gave her the ‘talk to the hand’ face. Saif stayed and had lunch with us.

“Yalla, Jassim egool ina ehwa w9al!”Saif said, about to walk away. I gave him my best puppy dog eyes and said ‘bye’. He smiled and waved goodbye. We decided we’d walk around Seef to pass the time. It was about 4 PM.

-Saif’s POV-

I decided I wasn’t going to tell Yasmeen that I was going to see Jawaher about the decision thing. I knew it was wrong but I didn’t want to open up old problems. Jawaher decided we’d meet at Carribou. 

“Halla Saif”Jawaher said, once I walked up to her. She was seated at one of the tables at the back of the coffee shop. I ordered myself a cup of coffee and sat down. “So... shlounch?”I said, awkwardly. “Hahaha, Saif mb lazm you ask me how I am, bs 5lna seeda indsh elsalfa.”Jawaher said with a smile. I chuckled and said “Inzain, umm, fakarty fel maw‘9oo3?” “Mawgft afakr fel maw‘9oo3..”Jawaher said, looking at the ground. There was silence for a while... “Ana aby Jassim. A9lan dayman knt aby Jassim! Bs Khalid kan e7bny gabel Jassim w 9arat swalif bs my heart chooses Jassim!” Jawaher said. She let out a sigh. 

-Yasmeen’s POV-

Layal wanted to get something from Jashnmal, so she dragged us with her. Once we were done, we passed by Carribou to find Saif sitting with that girl from Amwaj. Yes, I knew he was there because Jassim asked him too, but why couldn’t he just trust me enough to tell me? I’m sick of this.

-BBM conversation with Saif-

Yasmeen: Thanks for trusting me enough to tell me that you were meeting this GIRL. WOW Jassim looks amazing! Thanks for lying and saying you were meeting Jassim. Wallah Saif, don’t bother explaining yourself.  

Chapter Twenty Three

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-Previously-

I just stood there. Tears falling from my eyes. I literally just froze in my place. Why did he just do that? 

Faisal ran past me and out the door. Reem came and put her hand around me. She pulled me towards her and lead me to the bathroom so everyone wouldn’t see me crying. 

-Saif’s POV-

I was so mad at Yasmeen! I didn’t mean to lash out on her like that but I couldn’t help myself! My birthday was such a dark time for me and it was a day I shared with my mother. I couldn’t stand seeing a party going on and just stand there. I had to leave. Once I walked out of Faisal’s house, I realized I had no where to go. I could go to Jassim’s house, but they would just ask me a bunch of questions that I didn’t want to answer. I wanted to go back to my own house. As much as the house reminded me of the bad times I had with my father and his wife; it also reminds me of Noorah and Sally, the two people who I know now, will always be there for me no matter what. It reminds me of the days Noorah and I would have adventures in the backyard and the days where Sally would teach me how to ride a bike. And I oddly missed my father; the constant disappointed looks were part of my daily routine. I had just noticed that I was passing back and forth in front of Faisal’s house, when Faisal came up to me with an angry expression on his face. He looked more frustrated than angry. 

“Int.. Int shagoolk?! Maynga3 fe 3ainik shay Saif?! Wallah you don’t even know how much work Yasmeen, Reem and Noorah have done just to make this birthday a special one for you! Wallah they would come over everyday after school JUST to decorate and plan this party for you! They went out of their way bs 3shan they tell everyone to act like they didn’t know it was your birthday!”Faisal was outraged. His hands were in fists and you could see that his eyes were gonna pop out of his eye lids any second now. I just looked at him and smirked. He didn’t even know half of what I went through on my birthday. “INT MAYNOON? GA3D TBTSMLY CHTHY SAIF?! Honestly, I feel so sorry for  Yasmeen. She deserves so much better than the crap she gets from you.”He said, walking away with a disgusted look on his face. I noticed a shadow behind him. Once he walked away, I found Yasmeen standing right in front of me with tears in her eyes. She didn’t necessarily seem sad about what I had done. No, she seemed like she felt sorry for me. She had a pitiful look on her face. I actually felt sorry for her. Maybe Faisal was right. Maybe she does deserve better. My heart twisted once I had the thought of her with another guy came to mind. I tried pulling her in for a hug; she pushed me away.

-Yasmeen’s POV-

A hug? Seriously? He didn’t really believe a hug would fix everything. I was longing for his hugs but I wasn’t going to forgive him so easily. “Yasmeen... Let me explain. You’ll know why I reacted that way once I explain!”Saif said, his face showing mixed emotions. I sighed and nodded, signaling him to start talking. "Look, mnn youm ma ana 9'3eer ma7b aswy birthday parties. Its a day I celebrate with my mother." He continued on explaining, till my eyes started to water and he pulled me in for a hug. It felt like we were in each other's arms forever. The comfort I felt from hugging him was unreal. He made me feel so safe and I could never stay mad at him. Once I pulled away from the hug, he wiped my tears away and I smiled. Saif took my hand and pulled me into the house. 

We were shocked that Reem had sent everyone home so we could have some privacy. There was a note on the table that said "I sent everyone home, Faisal and I got our dinner and cake and went to the front yard. Have fun kids." It was from Reem. We both laughed and got ourselves some food. I got up and cut Saif a piece of cake with a candle in it. I handed it to him and said "make a wish" while walking out. "Wayn ray7a?" Saif said, with a confused look on his face. "You should spend this time with your mother." I said, pointing to his phone that contained a picture of his mother. Yes it sounded weird, but this was the way he loved spending his birthday; surrounded with pictures of his mother. Saif smiled at me as I walked out of the room.

-Saif's POV-

Words could not describe my feelings towards Yasmeen. She was so understanding and caring. I honestly don't know what I did to deserve a girl like her. 'I love her' is an understatement to what I feel towards her. 'Dling!' I received an SMS. "Saif, you can come home." It was from my father. 

Chapter Twenty Two

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-Previously-

Once Layal told her parent’s, BAM. Salman went straight to Jail.

I called Layal to check up on her once I got home. 7emdlah she’s relieved that this creep was in jail. I decided I’d call Saif.

-Phone call with Saif-

Saif: Halla 7bebty

Yasi: Ahlein, Saif waink al7een?

Saif: umm, bait Faisal...

Yasi: Saif, why didn’t you tell me your father kicked you out?

Saif: Yasmeen, I needed time to think. I needed to be alone.

Yasi: Oh. Sorry for trying to be a supportive girlfriend and wanting to help.

Saif: Please latz3leen mny... Yasi you know ena I love you! You’re my Jazi! Mar’9a tz3leen mny! Maknt aby a‘9ygch eb mashakly...

Yasi: *giggles* Saif you know I love you so much! Wallah I doubt tgdar et‘9ygny! 

Saif: Inshallah doum asm3ch t‘97keen

Yasi: Chub Saif *giggles again*

Saif: Tgoly chub w t‘97ak! Agool 7bebty aka Faisal enadeny! Bakalmch fe BBM! And come to school tomorrow ha! Elmadrsa malal bdoon breaks with you

Yasi: Hahaha Inshallah! Okay 7ebeby, bye

I felt relieved once I knew Saif was okay. I do really love Saif. Yes, we don’t talk 24 hours a day like Reem and Faisal, but when we do talk, it means the world to me and it actually made my day. Saif also made sure he asked about me at least once everyday, just to check up on me. And we had to spend breaks together, everyday. The best part is that I know he loves me. ‘Dling! Dling!’ my phone was ringing, it was Noorah.

-Phone call with Noorah-

Noorah: Aloo Yasi habebi

Yasi: Aloo Noorah hayati *chuckling*

Noorah: Okay 9j, 9j, shlonch 7abebti?

Yasi: Chnch tawch chayfatny?

Noorah: Zain mny as2al 3anch! La bs 9j bagoolch! Thursday bekoon Saif’s birthday! I just thought a surprise birthday party from his gorgeous girlfriend would be the perfect birthday present?

Yasi: And his gorgeous sister! Who might I add is a genius! I’ll tell Reem 3shan we all go out on tuesday and we get things for the party! We can have it at Faisal’s house 3shan ehwa already hnak!

Noorah: Hahaha ee! Allay can’t wait!

-Saif’s POV-

My birthday is in a few days. Yes, I was turning 17 on Thursday. Exactly 16 years ago, my mother died giving birth to me. Yes, I’ve never celebrated my birthday and yes, I wasn’t planning on ever having a birthday party. When we were kids, parents would bring cake and food to our class for their child’s birthday and we’d have a party in class. My father never brought me a cake. Sally would make me a batch of cupcakes and she’d put a candle in one so I could make a wish. Every year I wished for my mother. Until I turned 11, when I realized I shouldn’t be wishing her back when I knew she was better off in heaven. I even told Sally to stop making me cupcakes, and eventually she did. She knew I it would just hurt me even more. I was so grateful that no one in school knew when my birthday was. I was super grateful that Yasmeen didn’t know especially, because I knew she’d want to throw me a party or do something really fun with the group. My birthday was a day I spent alone. A day I spent remembering my mother and looking at the few pictures my father kept of her.

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-Yasmeen’s POV-

Awal mara fe 7ayaty I wake up before my alarm. I was so excited to go to school! I was going to act like I didn’t know it was Saif’s birthday on Thursday. I planned on hanging out in break with Saif then I’d go and plan with Reem. I just loved planning.

Once I got to school, I walked over to Reem and told her that I was planning the surprise and she should ask Faisal if we can have it at his house. Us girls would get ready at Reem’s house, since her house was the closest to Faisal’s and we wouldn’t have to make any excuses for Saif to show up, since he was already living there. “Allay! 7dy I can’t wait! So, Tuesday me, you and Noorah nroo7 Seef? We can go get party things from 5ayal wa azhar!”Reem said; her smile wide and her hands clapping together ecstatically. “Eeee! Allay! 5al we go after school in our uniforms and Noorah can meet us there, then your driver can pick us up w nroo7 baitkum enwady the stuff!” I said, just as excited as Reem was. 

Reem signaled Faisal to come towards us so she could tell him the plan. Once Faisal was next to us, leaving Saif standing all alone which was my signal to go talk to him. “Good morning beautiful”Saif said, once I was in front of him. He flashed me a smile, making his dimples visible. His curls looked extra messy today; which was really hot. He must’ve taken a bath and come to school. “Hello Mr. Dimples”I said with a giggle. “Ana agoolch beautiful w inty tgoolenly ‘Mr. Dimples’? Afa wallah”Saif said, fake pouting. I laughed and hit his shoulder lightly. “Yalla awa9lch homeroom?”Saif said, pulling my wrist gently. I nodded and walked with him, adjusting my Juicy Couture shoulder bag, which was so heavy thanks to the shit load of homework we had for the weekend. Saif chuckled “asheelha 3anch? Shaklch btmooteen”he said, holding out his hand for me. I hesitated then said yes. He looked so funny carrying a glittery bag in his hands. We were walking really slowly until I noticed no one was standing around in the hallways. “Shit Saif! 7ady late!” I said, running towards my class. “Well, well Yasmeen. I see hanging around with your boyfriend is more important than coming to homeroom. I don’t even know why you showed up.”My teacher said, while she was staring at Saif carrying my bag. I quickly snatched my bag from Saif’s hand and said “He’s not my boyfriend; he’s just a friend. And I’m sorry, my bag was heavy and Saif was helping me.”Saif looked annoyed but I gave him an apologetic look and he shrugged it off. I knew he understood my situation. “Aha. Come inside and don’t be late again.”She said, giving me a disapproved look. I nodded and waved goodbye to Saif. “And you, young man, get to homeroom... NOW!”She said sternly to Saif. Saif put his hands up giving her a ‘I surrender’look and ran away. I laughed and walked to my seat.

The rest of the day went by pretty normally. Saif and I hung out at break, eating our chips and talking about the most random things ever. I loved our breaks. He kept making fun of my reaction when my teacher caught us. And I kept smacking his shoulder while he acted like it actually hurt him. 

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It was finally Tuesday and me, Reem and Noorah were finally gonna buy the party supplies! “Yalla Reem! You can talk to Faisal on BBM!”I shouted out of the window, embarrassing Reem and making her run to the car.  “Yaly shagoolch! Hal gad jealous ina Faisal e7b esolif ma3ay? Uf inta7ry please.”Reem said, closing the car door behind her. I burst out laughing and replied “Why would I be jealous? 3ndy Saif!”Reem hit me and I whatsapped Noorah that we were on our way to Seef.

Once we met up with Noorah in ‘Bloom-N-Fantasy’, we started taking pictures with the funny costumes but actually started getting supplies once the Indian guy that worked there started giving us death stares. We ordered balloons and a banner, we also got some decorations and plates. Once we were done, we went over to Reem’s house to plan the rest of the party.

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FINALLY THURSDAY! I acted normal at school because I didn’t want Saif to suspect anything. It was odd that no one else wished him a happy birthday... he also looked pretty sad today... I shrugged the feeling off. 

Once I got to Reem’s house, I layed my outfit on her bed. “Allaay!!! Wayed 7lw!!!”Reem said, smiling from ear to ear. It was a pair of aztec print skinny jeans with neon colors and a short sleeved, sheer white top, that had a round collar made of small pearls. I wore neon, floresent green heels with it and a glittery clutch for my phone and lipstick. I have nude lipstick on and winged eyeliner on. I left my hair down. Reem wore a baby pink dress that hugged the little curves she had with a belt that had a big bow in the back. She wore hot pink heels with it and a black Chanel shoulder purse. 

Once we got to Faisal’s house, he told us all to hide. I was so proud of the decorations and all of the work me, Reem and Noorah did. I stood next to the door, so I could be the first person to see Saif’s reaction and so I could switch on the lights, obviously. 

Once Saif walked through the door everyone scream “SURPRISE!”at the top of their lungs! People popped confetti poppers and people started whistling. I whispered to Saif “Surprise 7abebi, I hope you liked it”I gave him a soft smile. “Uf Yasmeen! This is why I don’t tell people about my birthday! If I wanted to have a party I would’ve made one myself!”He said, while he stormed out of the room.

I just stood there. Tears falling from my eyes. I literally just froze in my place. Why did he just do that?