HEY EVERYONE SHLONKUM SH5BARKUM ? 3ASAKUM ZAINEEN MA3A IL EXAMS ! IM SERIOUSLY DYING FROM ALL THE STUDYING BSS SHASAWEE TODAY WAS SO BORING AND I FINISHED STUDYING EARLY FA GILT LETS WRITE A POST FOR FUN ! ILL TRY MY BEST TO MAKE IT LONG ENOUGH FOR U GUYS ! :D ! AND AS I SAY ENJOOOY !
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Grandma : inzain sim3ay ...
Me : shinu
Grandma : Fatima bint 3amitich in5a6bat
Me : shinu
My face was like this :O
Grandma : Eee shfech min9adma
Me : la2 mo 3an shay bss minu 5i6abha
Grandma : nasser
na3aaam ? la2 la2 im sure its not my nasser !
me : nasser
a said it with a sudden shock
grandma : eee shfeeech
me : shino 3aylita ?
grandma : wallah madree masa2alt .
me : mita il 3irs
grandma : ba3ad shahar o ni9 inshallah
me : inzain yadtee ana al7een baroo7
grandma : ok 7abeebty , derbalich 3ala nafsich wa salmay 3ala nasser
me : inshallah yo9al
i quickly left the place and drove back home . as soon as i entered , i found most of nasser's things not there . i quickly ran up to our room and i opened his closet to find nothing , i only found a gold rolex watch that i bought for nasser on his birthday . a limp was formed on my throat , could it be true ? could nasser really be gone ? i thought . i sat on the bed and i stared deeply on the right side of the bed , it was the side where nasser usually sleeps at . i stood up then i sat on the right side of the bed i held the pillow and the smell of fierce perfume filled my nostril . it was nasser's smell. tears were forming on the edge of my eyes . then all of the tears started flowing down . i covered my face with the plow .
i felt lonely and unwanted . what have i done to u nasser ? i gave u all my love and u just gave it away. after about 10 min i stopped crying , then i decided to open twitter and entertain myself with the tweets , while i was scrolling down throught the tweets , 1 tweet caught my eye and it filled my heart with pain and sadness.
''I don't like this feeling at all
My mind, it wanders too far
Missing you hurts my heart
I try not to listen to love songs
They just make me cry
I listen to something upbeat,
They make me miss you more
Remembering our time together
Brings a pang of loneliness
I wish that I could hold you in my arms once more
I love you too much to let you go
But missing you kills me on the inside
Trying to move forward without you
Laughing on the outside, crying within
I wish we had more time together
I don't like feeling so alone
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep at night
And wake up lost, and torn
Moving like a robot nowadays
Just until you come home
My heart misses you when you're gone
But I miss YOU the most
One day we will be together again
In the meantime, I weep alone
I"m missing you like crazy
I'm missing you a lot
I'll wait for you forever
Because you have my heart
My heart misses you when you're gone ''
reading this poem was the hardest thing to do , i had to stop in every sentence and avoid crying . this poem really describes the situation iam in now . i then quickly dialed in nasser's number and waited impatiently for him to answer .
nasser : aloooo shtabeen
he said it in coldness .
me : are we over ?
nasser : eee
me : that easily ?
nasser : intay 7imday rabich ina ma sawaytlich shay 3ogb il sawaitee fene
me : ana ishsawait ?
nasser : nazaltay il baby ily ib ba6nich wa ana ma kint adre 3ana a9lan
me : ana ma nazalta wa rabee nasser ma nazalta fe a7ad daznee chan iy6ee7 il baby
nasser : chithb ib chithb ! shi9ar feech lujain , intay mo lujain ily ana a3arifha , mo lujain ily kanat tabe ityeeb i3yal
me : shinu
i replied with shock .
nasser : eee ily sima3tee
me : where is the old u
i said and i regretted saying that because i wanted to burst out crying
nasser : iam the same nasser u saw the first time
me : oh really , well it dosent seem that way ! u arent the same nasser i fell inlove with
and the tears started falling down one after the other .
nasser : * sigh * lujain intay ga3da tabcheen
me : malik sh'3il
i screamed back at him .
nasser : lujain ana 3a6aitich wayid fira9 bss shaklina mara7 in5ali9 min il ihwash ily baina fa ana 8arart a6algich , hatha ra7 iykoon a7sanle wa a7sanlich
i was speechless , i couldnt believe that nasser gave up on us that easily ,
nasser : alooo lujaaaaaain
me : * sobbing * haaaaa
nasser : lujain ana bachir ra7 adiz awrag il 6alag 7agich abeech itwa8heenhum
i felt frail and weak to cry infront of nasser .
me : eee inzain ...... o nasser
nasser : na3am ?
me : inta ra7 titzawaj fatima
nasser : haaa .... uhhh shdarach
me : ambaaaaaaaih nasser , dont marry her , shes a psycho o rab il mo97af
nasser : shinu ? bedal matgooleeen mabrook aw shay 7ilw itgooleen chitheee
me : nasser wallah fatima is unknown , stay away from her neyatha mo zaina !
nasser : sim3ay lujainnnn min al7eeen ga3da a7a'9rich ,,,, itha bss 7awaltay itsaween shay ib fatima o feneee matloomeen ila nafsich yallah ma3a il salama
and he hung up . i spent the rest of the hours crying , and finally after calming down , i had the urge to start writing out the pain that was in my heart , so i took a piece of paper and then i grabbed a pen and this is what i wrote .
Is this all we have together?
Is this what love really is,
Yelling through a quarrel
And making up with a kiss?
Why can't we get along?
Why do we have to fight?
We starve true love by day
And feed lust all through the night.
I wish we'd settle down;
I wonder where peace went.
Why do we pick at each other;
Why can't we be content?
If this is what love is,
If tenderness has flown,
I'm thinking more and more,
It's better to be alone.
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Grandma : inzain sim3ay ...
Me : shinu
Grandma : Fatima bint 3amitich in5a6bat
Me : shinu
My face was like this :O
Grandma : Eee shfech min9adma
Me : la2 mo 3an shay bss minu 5i6abha
Grandma : nasser
na3aaam ? la2 la2 im sure its not my nasser !
me : nasser
a said it with a sudden shock
grandma : eee shfeeech
me : shino 3aylita ?
grandma : wallah madree masa2alt .
me : mita il 3irs
grandma : ba3ad shahar o ni9 inshallah
me : inzain yadtee ana al7een baroo7
grandma : ok 7abeebty , derbalich 3ala nafsich wa salmay 3ala nasser
me : inshallah yo9al
i quickly left the place and drove back home . as soon as i entered , i found most of nasser's things not there . i quickly ran up to our room and i opened his closet to find nothing , i only found a gold rolex watch that i bought for nasser on his birthday . a limp was formed on my throat , could it be true ? could nasser really be gone ? i thought . i sat on the bed and i stared deeply on the right side of the bed , it was the side where nasser usually sleeps at . i stood up then i sat on the right side of the bed i held the pillow and the smell of fierce perfume filled my nostril . it was nasser's smell. tears were forming on the edge of my eyes . then all of the tears started flowing down . i covered my face with the plow .
i felt lonely and unwanted . what have i done to u nasser ? i gave u all my love and u just gave it away. after about 10 min i stopped crying , then i decided to open twitter and entertain myself with the tweets , while i was scrolling down throught the tweets , 1 tweet caught my eye and it filled my heart with pain and sadness.
''I don't like this feeling at all
My mind, it wanders too far
Missing you hurts my heart
I try not to listen to love songs
They just make me cry
I listen to something upbeat,
They make me miss you more
Remembering our time together
Brings a pang of loneliness
I wish that I could hold you in my arms once more
I love you too much to let you go
But missing you kills me on the inside
Trying to move forward without you
Laughing on the outside, crying within
I wish we had more time together
I don't like feeling so alone
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep at night
And wake up lost, and torn
Moving like a robot nowadays
Just until you come home
My heart misses you when you're gone
But I miss YOU the most
One day we will be together again
In the meantime, I weep alone
I"m missing you like crazy
I'm missing you a lot
I'll wait for you forever
Because you have my heart
My heart misses you when you're gone ''
reading this poem was the hardest thing to do , i had to stop in every sentence and avoid crying . this poem really describes the situation iam in now . i then quickly dialed in nasser's number and waited impatiently for him to answer .
nasser : aloooo shtabeen
he said it in coldness .
me : are we over ?
nasser : eee
me : that easily ?
nasser : intay 7imday rabich ina ma sawaytlich shay 3ogb il sawaitee fene
me : ana ishsawait ?
nasser : nazaltay il baby ily ib ba6nich wa ana ma kint adre 3ana a9lan
me : ana ma nazalta wa rabee nasser ma nazalta fe a7ad daznee chan iy6ee7 il baby
nasser : chithb ib chithb ! shi9ar feech lujain , intay mo lujain ily ana a3arifha , mo lujain ily kanat tabe ityeeb i3yal
me : shinu
i replied with shock .
nasser : eee ily sima3tee
me : where is the old u
i said and i regretted saying that because i wanted to burst out crying
nasser : iam the same nasser u saw the first time
me : oh really , well it dosent seem that way ! u arent the same nasser i fell inlove with
and the tears started falling down one after the other .
nasser : * sigh * lujain intay ga3da tabcheen
me : malik sh'3il
i screamed back at him .
nasser : lujain ana 3a6aitich wayid fira9 bss shaklina mara7 in5ali9 min il ihwash ily baina fa ana 8arart a6algich , hatha ra7 iykoon a7sanle wa a7sanlich
i was speechless , i couldnt believe that nasser gave up on us that easily ,
nasser : alooo lujaaaaaain
me : * sobbing * haaaaa
nasser : lujain ana bachir ra7 adiz awrag il 6alag 7agich abeech itwa8heenhum
i felt frail and weak to cry infront of nasser .
me : eee inzain ...... o nasser
nasser : na3am ?
me : inta ra7 titzawaj fatima
nasser : haaa .... uhhh shdarach
me : ambaaaaaaaih nasser , dont marry her , shes a psycho o rab il mo97af
nasser : shinu ? bedal matgooleeen mabrook aw shay 7ilw itgooleen chitheee
me : nasser wallah fatima is unknown , stay away from her neyatha mo zaina !
nasser : sim3ay lujainnnn min al7eeen ga3da a7a'9rich ,,,, itha bss 7awaltay itsaween shay ib fatima o feneee matloomeen ila nafsich yallah ma3a il salama
and he hung up . i spent the rest of the hours crying , and finally after calming down , i had the urge to start writing out the pain that was in my heart , so i took a piece of paper and then i grabbed a pen and this is what i wrote .
Is this what love really is,
Yelling through a quarrel
And making up with a kiss?
Why do we have to fight?
We starve true love by day
And feed lust all through the night.
I wonder where peace went.
Why do we pick at each other;
Why can't we be content?
If tenderness has flown,
I'm thinking more and more,
It's better to be alone.
and a tear from my eye fell on the piece of paper . i felt a bit relieved after writing this poem . its like i pour out all my pain in here .
all of a sudden my phone started vibrating and i found a strange number calling , i decided to answer it and find out who
me : alooo
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who called lujain ? find out on the next post , i hope u enjoy this short post that i wrote for fun !
LOVING THE STORY !!! bs shlon yadat lujain 7adha 3ady about nasser w fatimas marriage?? Ya3ny lujain le7een mtzawja nasser w yadat lujain mat3arf enhm they fought ?? 9a7 ??
ReplyDeleteAwwww jad thank u , it really means alot ;*** eeee she dosent know !
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