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-Previously-
I couldn't believe my eyes. "Noorah! What are you
doing?!" I said, louder than I should've, walking towards the group of
girls.
Saif didn’t tell me much about
his family. He just told me his father re-married after his mom passed away and
that his father didn’t care for him much. He told me his stepmother didn't
treat him with any respect, thanks to his father, so he had no parental figures
in his life what so ever. Noorah was the last person he told me about. All he
said was the Noorah was different; she didn’t treat him like his father and
stepmother did. She seemed innocent, but Saif didn't have any kind of
relationship with her.
Noorah look my way, startled. She
threw the cigarette that was in her hand on the floor and quickly approached
me. "Shlon t3rfen ismy?" She said, in a whisper. "I… I'm one of
Saif's close friends." I said, hesitantly. She looked at me suspiciously,
like the thought of Saif having girls as friends was odd. I think the thought
of Saif having friends in general was odd to her. Saif was pretty much an
outsider between the family. But in school, it was the complete opposite; he
was one of the most social guys I have ever seen. I pulled her aside even more,
so the girls she was with wouldn’t hear me. "Look Noorah, ana m3rfch fa I
can't judge you. Bs from what Saif told me; you seem like a pretty nice girl.
Not a girl that would be-friend girls like that. If you need anything, this is
my number ********. And Saif is a really good listener too, try talking to him.
Please don't ruin your future 3la a bunch of girls that would probably leave
you if they found someone else to get them cigarettes." I gave Noorah a genuine
smile and she gave me one back. The girls Noorah was with were those girls that
wore tight clothes, really heavy make-up and would do anything for a guy's
attention. Noorah wasn't dressed like them; she was wearing skinny jeans and a
cute top. She had some lip gloss and light eyeliner on. It was sad that a 13
year old girl like her had no guidance in her life.
I walked back to Layal who gave
me a "what just happened look?" I explained to her that she was
Saif's half sister. I didn't go into details because I felt like it was Saif's
personal life and I shouldn't be telling people his family's secrets so I stopped
at "she's Saif's half sister." Layal dragged me into the few clothing
stores that were in Oasis, got some dinner, and we were done. The whole time I was
thinking about how Saif was going to react when I told him. Poor Saif. He
didn't deserve anything that was happening to him. I wish I could talk to Reem
about this, but we were still having our stupid fight. I wasn't going to talk
to her until she made up her mind.
I got home and changed into my
pajamas. I started eating at my desk in my room, thinking of how I could tell
Saif.
*BBM conversation with Saif*
Yasmeen: Hello xx
Saif: Mafy 7bebi aw shay? :c
Yasmeen: aw shay \o/
Saif: sa5eefah
Yasmeen: chub
"7abebi" :$
Saif: feech shay
"7abeebti"?
Yasmeen: Yeah, actually I saw
Noorah today :D
Saif: Noorah e5ty? Where?
Yasmeen: Yeah e5tk, Oasis
Saif: oh ;D
Yasmeen: ummm.. Saif ma3rf how
to tell you this..
Saif: Yasi 7yatii tell me
shfeech
Yasmeen: I caught her smoking…
Saif read my message and didn’t
reply. What have I done?
-SAIF'S POV-
My face turned red. My nostrils
were flaring. I couldn’t believe little miss innocent was smoking. I ran to her
room and slammed on the door loudly. I was about to break the door down until
Noorah opened it. "Shfeek Saif b'3ayt tksr el bab!" Noorah said, surprised.
"GA3DA ETDA5NEEN?! MATST7EEN 3LA WAYHCH MB MTRABYA ENTY?! YOU WANT TO
THROW AWAY YOUR HEALTH AND YOUR LIFE?! LAA W IN A PUBLIC PLACE B3D!!!" I couldn’t
help myself; I was screaming. Suddenly, my father barged into the room, his
wife behind him. "SAIF INT MAYNOON CHTHY T9ARE5 3LA NOORAH? MNN 3ABALK
INT?" my father started screaming now too. My anger was building up inside
of me. "CHOOF BNTK THY EL WA95A GA3DA EDA5N BARA MUJAMA3!!" I started
shouting even louder. "ANA BNTY MADA5EN W MATSAWY HAL 7ARAKAT! TABY T6AL3
ESHA3AT ROO7 6AL3HUM 3LA NAS THANYEEN ANA BNTY MTRABYA MB MTHLK YA
7AYWAN." I stormed out of the room before I said anything I would
regret. My father wasn’t the kind of guy to believe anything I said, specially when it came to his little proncess. I ran out
of the house and just started walking.
Our house was really close to
Starbucks so I decided I'd walk there. I called Jassim to see if he was free
and if he could pick me up. He heard the anger in my voice so he said he'd be
there in a bit. I decided to get a bottle of water with the change I had in my
shorts and sat down and waited for Jassim.
In about 5 minutes, Jassim came
in through the door. He said he was gonna get some coffee and we could leave. I
couldn’t stop thinking about how Noorah turned out to be not-so-innocent
anymore. I always thought of her as a shy, goofy, 13 year old. I have to admit I
wasn’t close to her but she seemed so naive! Jassim got his coffee and we were
off to his place.
*Conversation with Jassim in
the car*
Jassim: so, btgooly shfeek?
Saif: bs drama weya ubooy
Jassim: wayed tit'hawshon?
Saif: mankalem b3'9 3shan
nit'hawash…
Jassim: oh…
Jassim kept quite the rest of
the way. He noticed how annoyed I get when someone brought up my father, and we
still weren't that close 3shan he asks for details.
We arrived at Jassim's house in
a mere 3 minutes. His aunts and uncles all lived in this huge compound owned by
the family. My parents had a house here too… a long, long time ago. Jassim's
house was the third house in the compound. Each house had two parking spaces
and a small garden. There was a bigger garden at the end of the compound with a
playground set and a football court. There
was an indoor swimming pool and Jacuzzi near the garden too.
Jassim pulled up in front of the house and
welcomed me in. His mother, 3amety Sameera, greeted us at the door. "Halla
7abayby, sha5barkum?" it felt odd being welcomed at the door, and being asked
how I am by a friendly face. At my house, everyone had a key so no one had to
greet anyone. You either had your key or the maid would buzz you in. Nothing
more, nothing less. Jassim excused
himself, and went to change. I went and sat in the living room where 3mty
Sameera led me and she sat next to me. I don't know why, bs 3mty Sameera has always
felt like a mother to me; even if I've just known her for a short period of
time. She tries calling me from time to time, but it's hard with my father
around. But she always makes sure Jassim asks about me every day.
*Conversation with 3amty
Sameera:
3ama S: 7beebi Saif, shfeek
mt9l fe Jassoom ya5thk? Feek shay?
Saif: Sorry 3mty etha '9ayagt
3laykum, bs 9ayra mashakl fel bait w magdrt ag3d.
3ama S: Laa 7bebi hay baitk!
Int el dash w Jasoom el 6al3! (She said that when Jassim walked in)
Jassim: afa, afa Yuma! 3ad ana
wldch el wa7eed!
Saif: *chuckling* mashkoora
3amty
3ama S: 7abebi Saif etha taby
tit7acha 3n el maw'9oo3 ana hny! W 3ndk 3amk w Jassim w 7ta el banat etha taby
kalmhum! *chuckling*
3ama S: Yalla ana asta2thn. Kbart
w 9rt magdar as'har mthlkum yal shabab! T9b7oon 3la 5air 7abaybi!
Jassim: Yuma shfech inty lal7en
fe 3z shababch! W inty mnn ahla yal '3alya!
Saif: w inty mnn ahla 3mty.
The living room was a bit far
from the living room. The main 9ala for the 3zaym and guests was right next to
the door, which was facing the stair case. Just when 3mty was about to go
upstairs, the door bell rang.
She answered the door, thinking
we were too caught up in our own conversation that we wouldn't hear her.
"Halla boo Saif! Uhh…
8a9dy Yasser…" 3amty said.
My jaw dropped.
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