Sunday, November 7, 2010

Its Fate That Got Us Here - Part 2

Its Fate That Got Us Here - Part 2

Here you go girls (L)


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Mona

It was the day. The unwanted day. We all had our bags and belongings ready. Since we've been living here, we had a lot of things so most of them were to be sent later but other stuff will remain as this house will still be our vacation house.
I've spent the last couple of days with my friends. I didnt even miss a minute. Today is like the millionth time tears escape my eyes. My brother Omar and my family are really excited but why am I not!?
Mom : Mona 7beebti .. we'll be living in a few minutes.
Our Neighbourhood friends were gathered to say goodbye and some were even crying.

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Khalid

I woke up today feeling quite tired. I headed to my lecture at 12 and now im heading to work. I have got a two hour show to present and I wasnt in the mood at all.
Okay let me introduce myself.
My name is Khalid im 20 years old studying Media and at the same time a tv presenter ( Muthee3). Yes im the one they call hot and famous. Im a good looking guy, tanned colored, normal thick black hair, dark brown na3sa eyes , l7ya 3al 5feef , a long syoofi nose, and yeah im one of those who have a million dollar smile with a deep dimple on my left cheek in addition ;p.
I've got broad shoulders, im tall and with a fit body.
They call me player although im totally not, or atleast not anymore. I thought being a tv producer would actually be 3adi and I didnt know that rumors would come out from people I dont know and whom live in a completely different country. Once I started being so I began to take caution in a very step I take.

Jamal : yalla ya khalid danta mt2a5ar .. el3ard 7aybda2 b3d shway ( he is saying ur late )
Khalid : Ok yalla.

I began the show with Meera my tv show companion ( the girl that presents the show with him.)
-Break -
Meera : Khalid are you okay?
Khalid : yeah
Meera : you dont seem okay.. your not presenting as you usually do
Jamal ( the director ) : Malak ya khalid?
Khalid : ymkn shway t3ban
Meera : lo mayait elyom chan a7snlk
Khalid : la 3adi ... ill manage.

I didnt know what was wrong with me. My mind was at a place and I was at another.

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Mona

Dubai airport

As soon as I left the airplane the butterflies gathered in my stomache. Two local guys passed by us wearing tight polo shirts and had their hair in a spiky way. I was surprised to see that there are emaratiees like that. Another local family that were with us in the airplane seemed way different then I expected them to be. Some of the girls didnt have all their hair covered.
I started seeing more of the 'unexpected' locals at the airport. Why did mom tell me that they are very religious?
A woman with full makeup that I have never seen before passed by. Somehow I was disappointed.

Dad: Sit down here ill get the bags.
Me and mom sat at those corner chairs. A guy standing infront of us talking on the phone was staring at me in a weird way. Whats wrong why is he looking at me like that? Is it because of that cover on my cheeks?

We stood up to go to dad and he was still there looking at me. We passed by him and were about to leave that area. I turned my face back and saw that this guy was still looking at me and still at his same position.
Mona : 3mar...
Omar : yes mona?
Mona : is there something weird about me?
Omar : what? no..

Ahhh Weird!

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Khalid

Thankgod the show ended.
Khalid : ill leave now I cant stay some more.
Meera : yes ok .. matshoof shar
Khalid : elshar ma eyeech ... bye.

Trrn Trrn..
Khalid : aloo
Yousef : Khalood!
Khalid : bsm allah blak?
Yousef : the girl!
Khaled : what girl?
Yousef: the Whales girl!
Khaled : whats wrong with her?
Yousef: I saw her!
Khaled : listen yasouf abdan mb mtfayej lk la tels titsa5af.
Yousef : im serious khalood I was at the airport waiting for 5ali Jasim and I saw her.
Khalid: elbnt in Whales shu baybha hne?
Yousef : Madri maybe shes a local
Khalid : yousef shu local enta b3d .. she was in Whales, she doesnt look like a local, and she was riding a bicycle plus we didnt even see her face well to recognize her.
Yousef : am sure its her she even had a large plaster on her cheek.
Khalid : 9adgni its not her.. shu baybha hay hnee. allah y3lm a9lan if shes alive or not. She was is a bad situation she should still be at the hospital.
Yousef: ahh madri wallah.. elmhm ana b5aleek al7een .. btseer elmelas elyom?
Khalid : la wayd t3ban
Yousef : ok .. yalla 3yl fman allah.

Could it really be her? Well, even if it was her how am i supposed to see her!
After what happened in Whales I feel so guilty. I was supposed to stay with the girl, so what if I miss the airplane!
and before that London! Seeing Shaikha there wasnt easy as for once she was the love of my life and then Reem uff this stalker!
Then comes work and university rumors! By everyday my fame is increasing and being surrounded by such people its not helping me at all. Sheikha left me because of those rumors. Well I be able to actually get in a relationship with no restrictions? With a girl that has a different way in thinking?

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Mona

We headed straight to my grandpas house. As we didnt have a house yet so we will be staying at his place for a while. I was gazing at the window looking at all the places we passed by. Afterall Dubai is pretty. We reached Sharjah where my grandpa's house was. Then dad told the driver ( grandpas driver) to stop at any restaurant because Omar was hungry!
We stopped by McDonalds. Then we continued or way to Grandpas house.

We reached a huge villa that was beige coloured going inside the place I found that the villa is really nice with a huge garden. The car stopped and we stepped out of it.
I followed my mom by the door which was already open as the maids gathered to carry the belongings.

An old man with a white softly wrinkled face on a wheelchair appeared infront of us. Obviously it was grandpa. Mom lowered herself to greet him and as I stood there waiting for my turn I managed to see someone appearing behind him. It was the only one I seemed to recognize quite well ... Maitha.

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Love,
Sly