Hanging By a Moment - P1

Her head leaned against the window as she listened carefully to the rain drops outside. She loved the sound of rain. So calming. So relaxing. She closed her eyes tight remembering the days she was with him. She would smile at every memory until she remembers he’s out of the picture. She remembered their fight when she saw him talking to a girl. She was the jealous type. She remembered him putting flowers in her car to apologize that same day. She remembered the anger she felt that day and the heavenly feeling that came with flowers. She sat as she was looking outside the window reminiscing. A paper in her hand and a shirt in the other. She would smell his scent in his shirt. Doesn’t go a day without it. This time she closed her eyes even harder. Maybe just maybe she might feel his presence. A tear dropped from her eye. She could almost feel him ....

Knock Knock ...

Her brother interrupted her thoughts.

AbdulRahman:  Nayla .. Omi tabeech mn msa3a t9awet 3alaich

Nayla: yayeh 7aman .. goleha degayeg

She folded the shirt neatly and placed it in a box and as she was about to do the same with the paper she read its contents and couldn’t help herself but cry.

5 minutes later she pulls herself together and places the box at the back of her closet. Washes her face and walks out of her room.

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Nayla had two brothers and two sisters. AbdulRahman was the eldest. He was 26, over-protective, short tempered but caring and sweet.  Sumaya was 24, married and pregnant with her first. She was too busy with her own husband and her new life. But she was never too busy for Nayla and her brothers. Dalal was 23, loud and energetic. Salman was the youngest. He was 17. Funny but gets into a lot of trouble in school. He isn’t as protective as AbdulRahman ‘cause AdulRahman does all the work for him. But when it comes to family, he would bring out his claws. Nayla was 21. Very Calm and sweet. She was lovable and a mother to everyone.

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Nayla: Halla Yuma .. (Kissing her forehead)

Um 7aman: Nayool ! Wainach mn mesa3a anadeech .. malait bro7i .. e5tech fi bait-ha o 5wanech wa7ed yabi ero7 elmaylas o ana kasra 5a6rah wel thani yel3ab koora o Dalool  mn mesa3a et'3ayer thyabha o enty 9aka 3ala ro7ech .. shfeech Yuma?

Nayla: La Yuma mafi shay bs kent menba67a o 5athatni nouma .. Amry yal ‘3alia shbe’3aitay?

Um 7aman: Nabi nro7 bait yadech .. Ma marait Omi elyoum o 5alatech kelehum hnak

Nayla: Enshalla bs a’3ayer malabsi o e7na 6al3een.

Um 7aman: Goli 7g Dalal tyey weyana.

Nayla: Enshalla Yuma

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She walked back to her room, shut the door and headed to her closet. As she was deciding on what to wear she heard a voice from the back calling her.

....   : Nayla ... 7abeebti ...

She gasped and quickly turned to see who it was. There was no one. She shook her head slightly and sighed.

Nayla: Asta’3fer Allah .. Asta’3fer Allah .. A3ooth bellah mn el shai6an

She got out a plain blue top with a pair o jeans. Applied nothing on her face. Wore her 3abaya and shaila and called out for her mom.

Her mom was in her 3abaya too but she looked at Nayla as if she was not liking what she was seeing.

Um 7aman: Nayla Yuma shee3awrech?

Nayla (Confused): Mafehamt .. su2alech mo fi ma7aleh .. Laish be3awerni shay?

Dalal : Nayla shaklech maree’9a .. banat fi senech sh7elwehum .. wenty 6al3a kana hmoom el3bad 3ala rasech !

Nayla (Laughing): y3ni tabeeni a9abe’3 fi wayhi? Kelha tara bait yadi o raj3een ..

Um 7aman: Mo 3aib elbent tkon met3adla .. ma ga3da agolach ma95eeha .. bs 7e6eelach ke7el o blusher o shwayat gloss .. ana omech el3ayoz a3arf a7san menech

Nayla: enty 3ayoooz !! enty aksha5 mn el banat !!

They giggled and drove off.

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At baba 3od’s house, they were all having different conversations at the same time, cousins, aunts, and even the grandmother. Girls would know what I’m talking about. They were really loud. They didn’t notice Hamad standing by the door for 5 minutes trying to shout out the word “DARB” to walk in and greet his aunts and grandmother. He rang the bell, shouted and even tried to open the door and close it to get their attention, but no one noticed. So he called his mom on her cell and after the second missed call she noticed her phone. She asked the girls who cover to cover so he could walk in.

Um Hamad: Banat te’3a6aw. Hamad yabi edesh esalem.

Hamad walked in and greeted everyone.

Hamad: Shda3wa 9otkum wa9el ly bara3 !! 9ar ly sa3a a9awet .. Eljeeran esme3ooni wentaw masema3tooni. Shhal suwalef !!

Mama 3oda(Laughing): Lazem ete3awad ya Yuma tara el7areem kelehum chethi .. 7eta mertek betsolef methelna o en masolefat ben3alemha (Wink)

Um Hamad: Allah yesma3 menech ya rab enchofah me3res

He smiled and turned to look at Nayla with a sad look in his eyes.

..... Nayla just looked away ignoring him.