Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Chapter Twelve

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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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