tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44529069589218623772024-02-08T14:32:08.826+03:00мємoιяš oƒ α ∂ιšтuявє∂ тєєnThis is a fictional , non-realistic story. These are based on thoughts and random ideas. It has nothing to do with anybody or anything that could happen in an everyday life , there maybe those who don't approve , but everybody is en-titled to their own thoughts, and this blog is open to comments.A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-52354700308528992512013-10-06T12:47:00.002+03:002013-10-06T12:48:25.738+03:00Part 26 : One Hot Mess<span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i style="background-color: black;">After half an hour of Mohammed holding Nayla in his arms , he decided it was safe enough to let her ago . As he did , he walked to where Marwa was laying , unconscious . The huge , bloody gash across her forehead was far from reassuring as Mohamed bent down to check her pulse . So many thoughts were rushing around in his mind as he got closer .</i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i>It was a heartbeat . A strong heartbeat .</i></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i>Nayla shaked her head at him as he walked out of the room to make his phone call . She was left with Marwa alone , despite the fiasco that happened earlier . As she looked at her , she felt like suffocating her face with a pillow , but it took every amount of self-restraint she had not to . She knew it wasn't worth going to jail over , or losing J forever . She sat on the banged up brown couch . across from the bed , and stared at her .</i></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><i style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">At that moment , Nayla was counting her blessings . But was preparing herself mentally and physically , because she knew the moment Marwa woke up , She would have a lot of answering to do , and some of those answers could kill her this time around . Let's just hope Nayla can keep it together , we wouldn't want her to be the reason behind spilt blood all over the place .</i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><i style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><i style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">5 Minutes passed by .</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla : When is this doctor friend of your getting here ? Its already been half an hour </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Mohammed : You've never had any patience have you ? He said he'd be awhile since he needed to get all equipment he needed remember ?</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla : I'm kinda running out of patience and strength guarding Miss Herpes' Poster Child</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Mohammed " trying to conceal his smirk " : That makes two of us , but he should be here soon , so hang in there a bit longer .</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla slums back into the chair she was on and was praying that the doctor would show up soon .</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span></span>
<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">After some time , Mohammed's phone starting ringing . It broke finally broke the silence and both Nayla's and his thoughts .</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone to check his caller ID . Mohammed got up off his chair , and went towards the door. Before stepping out , he turned back to face Nayla .</span><br style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Mohammed : " He's here "</span><br style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla : " Took him long enough "</span><br style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Mohammed smiled , and continued outside the door . Nayla turned back to Marwa's bloody unconscious body . At the back of her mind she though " <i>If you weren't a human being , I would've left you here to suffer slowly then die " . </i>At that moment , Marwa's eyes slowly started fluttering open . Nayla slightly jumped off the chair and sat right up . Marwa slowly starting moaning in pain and tried to move her hands , only to realize that they were tied up to the chair .</span><br style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Marwa , in a groggy voice croaked " What the fuck happened ? "</span><br style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla : " You're lucky that you're still alive , I would've let you rot to death "</span><br style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Marwa attempted to smile a crooked smile " Daddy wouldn't really like that would her ? "</span><br style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla's hand formed into fists , as if she were ready to </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">pounce onto Marwa again and rip her apart </span><br style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla: " Does it look like I give two fucks about my dad and what he thinks ?! "</span><br style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Marwa turned to Nayla and looked her dead in the eye : " He would if you killed your new stepmom "</span><br style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">At the moment , a high pitched buzz rang in Nayla's ears . Her face was blank. Expressionless . The whole world felt like it was spinning 200 km/h . </span><br style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i>Marwa is my stepmom ?!</i></span><br style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i>At that moment , Nayla was dumbfounded . She learnt to expect anything from her father , anything and everything but this . He married this bitch ? How? When ? WHY ?! She thought that she was lying , that this was one of her lies or tricks . But what confirmed it , was her great grandmother's wedding band on Marwa's left hand ring finger .</i></span><br style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i>Till Next Time .....</i></span></span></span>A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-71179843798606475392013-05-02T02:44:00.002+03:002013-05-02T02:44:43.790+03:00Part 25 : The Way To Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions <i><b>To All My Followers and Anonymous Readers , I'm so sorry that it's taken me this long to write anything , but I've been going through a very difficult time in my life , and it kept me from doing what I do best , write . I forgot that my escape was my writing , and ultimately this blog. So expect a lot of posts from now on , cause I finally remembered where I can go to escape the world when I need to .</b></i><br />
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<i><b>xoxo A Bahraini Dream </b></i><br />
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<i>Previously on Memoirs of A Disturbed Teen..</i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">They walked down the badly fluorescent- light hallway , where the paint was peeling off the cheap puke green walls. The stench of cigarettes and alcohol filled it.</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">When Marwa opened the door , she didn't really pay attention to who was on the other side , since she was on the phone </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span></i>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i>Marwa : " He'll break up with her and she'll be devastated , I assure you . Anyways I need to go , I'm meeting up with a couple of friends for drinks . Oh and Maher , Thank you so much for the videos , they really did all the work for me " .</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i>Before Marwa could finish her sentence , Nayla had sucker-punched her with a nasty right hook<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"> </span>.</i></span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla : " MOHAMMED LET ME GO ! LET ME FINISH THIS BITCH OFF ONCE AND FOR ALL "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Mohammed : " Nayla calm down , there's no use in trying to kill her . You'll never get what you want and you'll be behind bars ".</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> </span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i>You see ladies and gentlemen , this is a side of Nayla that was created when she lost her best friend , a side that has only come out twice , and with every situation that brought this side out , she slowly loses herself and what good remains in her . Will she calm down and come to her senses , or will she end a human life with her bare hands , and end hers as well ? </i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">After half an hour of Mohammed holding Nayla in his arms , he decided it was safe enough to let her ago . As he did , he walked to where Marwa was laying , unconscious . The huge , bloody gash across her forehead was far from reassuring as Mohamed bent down to check her pulse . So many thoughts were rushing around in his mind as he got closer .</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i>" Is she dead ? </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i> She looks really white , she must be losing a lot of blood , should I take her to the emergency room ? How am I going to explain to the doctors how she got this way if I do ?"</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">And many , many more thoughts went on and on . He prepared himself for the worst as he pressed his two fingers against the side of Marwa's neck. At the beginning he felt nothing , his pupils began to dilate , his hands began sweating . </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">It was a heartbeat . A strong heartbeat . </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Marwa was still alive . He tried to keep a straight face , but in his mind , he was more then thankful that she was alive . For many reasons.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Mohammed turned to Nayla to reassure her that she didn't make a grave mistake . </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">He saw that she was looking down , staring at the ground , with her hands going through hair . </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Mohammed: " This is one strong bitch , she's still alive "</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla whipped her head up , and looked at Mohammed with a look of relief in her eyes . Her body immediately began to relax . She felt like it was on fire , and someone has just poured a bucket of ice cold water over her . The relief not only relaxed her physically but mentally too.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i>" So I didn't kill her ? Thank God . God knows I want to strangle her to death , but I know J will not want anything to do with a cold-blooded murder . "</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">That was the one main thought that was on her mind at the point in time . She didn't care much for the little details , but the very thought of losing J made her heart ache with a immense amount of physical pain . Her body cringed with pain . But she had to shake the feeling off . She had bigger issues to deal with at hand .</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla : " So if she's not dead , what the hell are we going to do with her ? We can't leave her like this . The minute she wakes up , she's going to go running to my dad and I think you can pretty much sum up what's going to happen after that . "</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Mohammed: " Believe me , that was the first thought that came to mind . I suggest we tie her up to the bed and wait till she gets up . "</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla : " That sounds like a good idea , except you left out the part of how were going to patch up the massively repulsive gash that happens to be on the side of her forehead . "</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Just as she finished her sentence , Mohammed fished out his phone from his pocket . He waved it at Nayla .</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Mohammed : " With this little thing right here , but before that , your going to help me get this pile of garbage off from of the ground , and onto the bed . "</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla was disgusted at the thought of touching Marwa for any other reason than to break her bones in half. She was tempted to say no , but only one thought motivated to get off the couch and walk towards Mohammed and Marwa's unconscious body . </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">J . She was holding it together and getting was must be done , done for him . For them . For the future peace of their relationship . </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Mohammed grabbed Marwa by her left arm and leg , while Nayla did the same on Marwa's right . They then lifted her difficultly off the ground . Both Nayla and Mohammed grunted and huffed as they barely walked towards the bed .</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Mohammed : " For a girl who looks like she's in shape , this sack of ugly is HEAVY "</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla : " It's from all the alcohol she drinks , it makes her feel like a barrel of beer " </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Mohammed laughed at Nayla's comment , more relieved that she's beginning to act like her self rather then being funny . </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">When they finally reached the bed , They swung Marwa , dropped her on the unkept sheets of a worn out mattress and messed up bedsheets , and tied her up to the bedpost with some rope they found in the bathroom . </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Mohammed : " I think I should make that phone call now . I know a friend who happens to be a ER doctor and owes me a big favor . "</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla looked at Mohammed with a strange look on her face : " Everyone owes you a favor , who are you , The Godfather ? "</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Mohammed smiled at her : " The Godfather ain't got nothing on me ;) " </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla shaked her head at him as he walked out of the room to make his phone call . She was left with Marwa alone , despite the fiasco that happened earlier . As she looked at her , she felt like suffocating her face with a pillow , but it took every amount of self-restraint she had not to . She knew it wasn't worth going to jail over , or losing J forever . She sat on the banged up brown couch . across from the bed , and stared at her .</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i>" Why would you want to do that to J and me ? Don't you have a heart or are you that unkind ? " </i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">All these thoughts were on her mind as she stared at her for a good five minutes until Mohammed walked back into the room .</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla : " So whats our next move ? "</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Mohammed : " I called the Doc and he said he'd be awhile , since he needed to get his equipment together . "</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Nayla : " So what do we do till then ? "</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">Mohammed : " We wait Nayla . "</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">She let out a strained sigh as she sunk bank into the couch . She wanted nothing more then to get as far away from her as possible , and yet , she was stuck baby-sitting her unconscious body .</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i>" Hey on the bright side , at least I've got Mohammed with me to keep me from doing anything stupid again "</i> She thought to herself .</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i>At that moment , Nayla was counting her blessings . But was preparing herself mentally and physically , because she knew the moment Marwa woke up , She would have a lot of answering to do , and some of those answers could kill her this time around . Let's just hope Nayla can keep it together , we wouldn't want her to be the reason behind spilt blood all over the place .</i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i>Till Next Time ...</i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><i><br /></i></span></span>A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-41918081183064812202012-09-16T22:21:00.001+03:002012-09-16T22:21:17.083+03:00Part 24 : And It All Came Crashing Down.<br />
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<i>Previously on Memoirs of A Disturbed Teen.....</i></div>
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<i>They got out of the car , entered the building and went straight to the elevator . Mohammed pressed the elevator door to floor no. 9 . As the elevator music played some weird piano tune , Nayla was completely zoned out . The only thought that she was concentrating on at the moment was</i></div>
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<i>" This ends here and now , and I'll make sure she ends here too . "</i></div>
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<i>Ladies and Gentlemen , I believe we are about to witness World War Three.</i></div>
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<i>Anger.</i></div>
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<i>Frustration.</i></div>
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<i>Vengeance.</i></div>
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<i>Blind Rage.</i></div>
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All these emotions and thoughts were running through Nayla's mind until suddenly the elevator ding interrupted them . They finally arrived on the ninth floor. As Mohamed and she stepped out of the elevator , her heart kept on beating faster and faster with each step , the blood rushing to her head , and adrenaline bolting all through her body. She could feel it from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She was ready . Ready to face the person who has been making her life hell for the past two months. Here , she'll show her a hell that the devil himself would fear . There's a high price to pay when a person's boundaries have been exceeded .</div>
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They walked down the badly fluorescent- light hallway , where the paint was peeling off the cheap puke green walls. The stench of cigarettes and alcohol filled it . Yup , this is where you'd definitely find a low-life like Marwa.</div>
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As they reached the end of the hall , Mohammed made a sudden stop, and turned left. He faced apartment No.904 . </div>
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" So this is where this trailer trash has been hiding out " Mohammed said out loud.</div>
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" You ready ? " Mohammed said as he turned to face Nayla. </div>
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" More then I'll ever be ... " : Nayla</div>
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Twice , still no answer .</div>
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Finally on the third time , you could hear someone scream " coming " from the other side of the door .<br />
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As they stood there , you could hear the footsteps of someone approaching the door from the other side.<br />
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Finally , a click and the door unlocked .<br />
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When Marwa opened the door , she didn't really pay attention to who was on the other side , since she was on the phone . She simply opened the door while facing the floor , and turned around giving them her back . While she walked away from the door she signaled them to come in .<br />
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Mohammed and Nayla stepped into the apartment closing the door quietly behind them .<br />
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Marwa was dressed in a skin tight black cocktail dress and had her hair done in big curls . With a cigarette in one hand and the phone to her ear in the other , she was practically defenseless and oblivious to who was in the apartment with her .<br />
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Mohammed signaled Nayla to take a seat in on the worn out brown couch next to the door . She did as she was told , and quietly sat down . As they sat , they observed what was the nature of Marwa's phone call and the conversation itself .<br />
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Marwa : " Don't worry sweety , I took care of everything . This way you get what you want , and I get something that was mine to begin with "<br />
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Both Mohammed and Nayla looked at each other with question mark expressions all over their face .<br />
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Was there someone helping Marwa all along ?<br />
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Then all of sudden , something she said set Nayla off . Her face went pale white.<br />
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Marwa : " He'll break up with her and she'll be devastated , I assure you . Anyways I need to go , I'm meeting up with a couple of friends for drinks . Oh and Maher , Thank you so much for the videos , they really did all the work for me " .<br />
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Maher ?<br />
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Nayla's Dad ?<br />
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He's the one who's been helping Marwa out this whole time ?<br />
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But why ?<br />
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Why would he do that to his own daughter ?<br />
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Then it hit her , " It's cause Jaber humiliated him and no one ever humiliates him and gets away with it scott free " .<br />
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She was fuming , shaking , her breathing getting faster , and the adrenaline hitting an all time high .<br />
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In one move , she got up from the coach , ran across the room , grabbed Marwa from her head , and bashed it against the glass table in front of her .<br />
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Marwa then collapsed to the ground . Nayla flipped her over with her foot , and saw that she had a huge gash across her forehead , but she was still conscious .<br />
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Before Marwa could finish her sentence , Nayla had sucker-punched her with a nasty right hook .<br />
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Marwa was unconscious . Just as Nayla was going to lay another nasty punch on her , Mohammed pulled her back and held her tightly between his arms .<br />
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Nayla : " MOHAMMED LET ME GO ! LET ME FINISH THIS BITCH OFF ONCE AND FOR ALL "<br />
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Mohammed : " Nayla calm down , there's no use in trying to kill her . You'll never get what you want and you'll be behind bars ".<br />
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Nayla was shivering as she was trying to calm down . As she opened her eyes up , she stared at Marwa's huge bloody gash and smiled .<br />
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Nayla : " That's definitely going to leave a mark "<br />
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Mohammed stared at Nayla with a confused and worried look on his face . This wasn't the Nayla he knew . She was cold and heartless . She had shown all her colors today , the good and the bad . He just hoped she would come to her senses and go back to normal .<br />
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As he held her to calm her down , he prayed to god that this wouldn't take a wrong turn and things would work out to their benefit .<br />
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<i>You see ladies and gentlemen , this is a side of Nayla that was created when she lost her best friend , a side that has only come out twice , and with every situation that brought this side out , she slowly loses herself and what good remains in her . Will she calm down and come to her senses , or will she end a human life with her bare hands , and end hers as well ? </i><br />
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A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-18281255443017328692012-08-07T05:29:00.004+03:002012-08-07T05:29:48.316+03:00Part 23 : What Goes Up , Must Come DownAs Nayla and Mohamed got in the car , Mohamed began making some calls , trying to find out where Marwa had been staying this whole time . Nayla sat there in silence , with her hands rested on her lap , clasped together tight . But her calm exterior didn't fool Mohamed once . On the inside , she was fuming and building up her anger , like a volcano ready to it erupt at any second .<br />
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Mohamed took a quick look at her and was just about to rest his reassuring hand on hers when she suddenly blurted out<br />
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Nayla : " Mohammed , don't "<br />
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The tone of her voice lacked any of compassion or any emotion at all , it was just cold and lifeless .<br />
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Mohammed thought to himself as he slowly pulled his hand away<br />
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<i>" That bitch is in for one crazy ride , cause this kid ain't ganna be playing little miss dainty anymore . "</i><br />
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Suddenly , Mohammed's phone started ringing , and recognizing the number he picked it up after a few rings. Apparently a friend of his found out where Marwa was staying and was staking out the place till they got their . He gave him an address , which he directly typed in to the GPS system he had in his car.<br />
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Mohammed : " Thanks , I owe you big time . "<br />
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After shutting the phone call , Nayla blurted out .<br />
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Nayla : " Found the bitch I presume ? "<br />
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Mohammed : " Yea , She'd been hiding out in one of those apartment hotels in Juffair "<br />
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Nayla : " How fast can you get there ? "<br />
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Mohammed : " Just close your eyes and count to 10 "<br />
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And as Nayla closed her eyes , Mohammed started speeding and zig-zagging between the cars till they got to the building . It had been one of the many guesses Mohammed thought of , and well this one turned out to be the right one . As he turned the ignition off , he turned to face Nayla .<br />
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Mohammed : " Are you ready to do this ? "<br />
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Nayla looked up and looked Mohammed straight in the eye " I was born ready ."<br />
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They got out of the car , entered the building and went straight to the elevator . Mohammed pressed the elevator door to floor no. 9 . As the elevator music played some weird piano tune , Nayla was completely zoned out . The only thought that she was concentrating on at the moment was<br />
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" This ends here and now , and I'll make sure she ends here too . "<br />
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<em>She walked away leaving Nayla dumb-founded and white - faced . She was trembling all over , her heart beating at what felt like 1,000 beats per minute . A million thoughts were rushing through her head. What was she gonna do ? She couldn't not go on stage tonight , since there would be university scouts coming out , looking for suitable candidates for their prestigious scholarships. On the other hand , she couldn't risk J losing his job , or even getting arrested . What was she gonna do ? <br /><br />She started walking to her car , but her legs would barely carry her . The first thing she did , was pick up her mobile and dialed the first person who popped up in her mind .<br /><br />" Where are you , I need you ... The bitch is back... "</em><br />
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When she heard those four words , she grabbed her car keys and sprinted out the front door . She speeding down the highway at 180 miles per hour . 5 minutes later , she came to a screeching stop in the school parking lot right next to Nayla's car . She was inside the car alone , balling her eyes out . Ashwag got out of the car and walked to the car . She dialed Mohammed's number...<br />
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Mohammed : " hey babe , what's up ? "<br />
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Ashwag : " You need to get here fast , it's Nayla "<br />
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He hung up at that moment , and boy was he burning a lot of rubber just to get there on time. 15 minutes later , he came to a screeching stop in the middle of the parking lot. <br />
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He saw Nayla on sitting on a bench with Ashwag right next to her , trying to comfort her. She looked heart-breaking. Her face looked drained , and she was rubbing her fingers across her collarbone till it was red. It's something she always does when she's nervous or very frustrated . It looked like the world came crashing down all around her. He couldn't stand to see her this way. He turned the car off , opened the door , and started slowly walking towards to where Nayla and Ashwag were sitting. He sat next to Nayla . There was an awkward moment of silence. He slowly parted his lips in an attempt to say something but Nayla cut him off.<br />
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" It's Marwa "<br />
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When he heard that name , he felt like his blood pressure went through the roof.<br />
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<i>Remember Mohammed having the bad side we never saw ? Well ladies and gentlemen , you better run for your lives , there's a storm coming your way . </i><br />
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He was fuming , his face turned Scarlet red , and his hands clenched into fists.<br />
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Ashwag : " Baby , what's wrong ? "<br />
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Mohammed : " I've got some dirty laundry to deal with "<br />
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Just as he began to get up , he felt someone tug him back down . It was Nayla .<br />
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Nayla : " If your going to see her , I'm coming with you . "<br />
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Mohammed : " No , this is something I started , it's something I'm going to finish ..on my own."<br />
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Nayla : " No this is something that started with J and me , and I'm ending it . I'm done hiding . I'm done running . "<br />
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Mohammed : " Are you sure about this ? "<br />
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Nayla : " Definitely "<br />
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<i>You see ladies and gentlemen , you have always seen Nayla as the calm and forgiving person she is , but once a person crosses her limits , she does a 180 and becomes a completely different person . She becomes bitter and cold-hearted . It's something she rarely shows anyone , but once she does , hell hath mercy on that person's soul , for the devil himself could not do what she was about to ...</i><br />
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<br />A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-37338367061750190392010-09-25T10:08:00.008+03:002010-09-25T12:22:34.737+03:00Part 21 : I'm Ready For You<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-style:italic;"></span>Last Time on Memoirs of a Disturbed Teen ; <br /><br />She turned on the ignition , and was surprised by the car's smooth purring . She put down the hand-break , switched the car into reverse and was off . <br /><br />Little did she know that there was someone watching in a black Cadillac outside . The person inside looked insane . They had a deadly look in their eyes . They were looking for blood</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nayla finally reached school after being stuck in traffic for 20 minutes , she parked her car and headed straight for the gym , where they were setting up the stage. <br /><br />She felt like someone was following her but everytime she turned around , there was no one there. Until someone called her name . She saw a figure that looked like a woman in a hoodie and a pair of jeans . The hoodie's hat hid her face , but yet there was something so familiar about her , she just couldn't put her finger on it . <br /><br />" I've got a message for you . " The woman said in a erie voice. <br /><br />" Who are you and what do you want ? " <br /><br />" Ouch ! I thought you would've already recognized me . " The woman then took the hat off to reveal her face .<br /><br />Nayla's face turned into a hard cold expression <br /><br />" What do you want ? I don't have the time to speak to white trash , I've got better things to do " <br /><br />" Now there's no need to be rude darling , espically when I've got this " She held up a tape .<br /><br />" It's a tape , so what ? Why don't you use what's inside it to go hang yourself " <br /><br />The woman let out a scary and long laugh .<br /><br />" My my , you do have a spine after all . But it's needs to be taken out , which is exactly what I'm going to do . You see kid , what I've got in my hand is a little preview of your little escapades with J in an elevator , if you know what I mean . Go on that stage tonight , and it's going to be on the Jumbo-tron for everybody to see . "<br /><br /><br />She walked away leaving Nayla dumb-founded and white - faced . She was trembling all over , her heart beating what felt like 1,000 beats per minute . A million thoughts were rushing through her head. What was she gonna go ? She couldn't not go on stage tonight , since there would be university scouts coming out , looking for suitable candidates for their prestigious scholarships. On the other hand , she couldn't risk J losing his job , or even getting arrested . What was she gonna do ? <br /><br />She started walking to her car , but her legs would barely carry her . The first thing she did , was pick up her mobile and started dialing her phone and dialed the first person who come onto her mind .<br /><br />" Where are you , I need you ... The bitch is back... "<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Who do you think she called ? Were in for a roller-coaster of drama . Will J and Nayla make it out with no scratchs or is it game over for both of them ? Till next time on Memoirs of A Disturbed Teen .... </span>A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-1616157142419247452010-06-06T13:21:00.014+03:002010-09-25T07:35:38.870+03:00Part 20 : My Dance In The Dark..<em>Last time on Memoirs of a Disturbed Teen…<br />At the bottom of the board was a video tape, She got it from the surveillance center of the building, this one was from the elevator monitor.<br /><br />She got up and off the leather chair, put out the cigarette, before grabbing the tape and walking out the door.<br /><br />“I’ll show him what I got “<br /><br />Ouch! Somebody looks hurt...Well, there’s always a price to pay.<br />Oh how high is that price to pay...</em><br /><br />Nayla was fidgeting, waiting for her name to be called next for her driver’s exam. She aced the written exam and all was left was the practical exam. This is where most people screw up . They either get a perfectionist as the examiner or crashes into something. She kept praying that she her examiner didn't fall into that category. Don't we all ?<br /><br />After waiting for what seemed like eternity , the clerk called her name . she nervously started walking towards the door with the exit sign over it. She got pushed out by the revolving door.<br /><br />She saw her examiner standing right by the car. He was your typical strict , no dilly dallying , hair that was way too greasy , pants that were way above waist , really geeky clipboard, and a pair of ancient worn out brown shoes.<br /><br />" Your 2 minutes late Miss Nayla "<br /><br />" Oh boy ! " She thought to herself.<br /><br />" This is going to be a very long day "<br /><br /><br /><em><br />2 hours later ....</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />She was cruising down the highway with her cousin Moh'd by her side. She had the biggest smile you would ever see on a human face , and he was laughing his ass off at the sight of her clown-like grin.<br /><br /><em>Yes ladies and gentleman , she passed her driver's test with flying colors and got her license on her first try . God knows people fail a couple of times before they even get to take the retarded picture everybody has of themselves on their cards.</em><br /><br />She kept flashing her card to Moh'd every 5 minutes , and didn't stop the whole drive home. They put on one of her favorite songs on the radio.<br /><br />" Ahhhhhhhh ! Moh'd , crank up the volume ! "<br /><br />He chuckled , " Yes Ma'am ! "<br /><br />They were playing Enrique Iglesias's new single " I like it " . She started singing along , while tapping on the steering wheel to the rhythm. <br /><br /><em>"Baby I like it<br />The way you move on the floor<br />Baby I like it<br />Come on and give me some more<br />Oh yes I like it<br />Screaming like never before<br />Baby I like it<br />I, I, I like it.<br />Party, Karamu, Fiesta, Forever"</em><br /><br /><br />Her mom Salma , was waiting for her at home . She did what your typical mom would do. She walked back and forth the entire living room , flipped through every magazine in sight, arranged and re-arranged the cushions on very coach , love-seat, rocking chair in sight . She finally settled down in a chair facing the door directly .<br /><br /><em>BOY ! is she a worry wort , but aren't all moms.. ?</em><br /><br />Thankfully , 5 minutes Later , Nayla came rushing through the front door.<br /><br />" MOM , I DID IT ! I GOT MY LICENCE ON THE FIRST TRY "<br /><br />Her reaction is your typical joy oh joy , over the moon , ecstatic reaction all mothers have when their proud of their child or children on their achievements. Of course they sat down , and she described every little detail . Just as they were finishing everything up , Nayla peered down and peeked at her watch.<br /><br />" Holy shit ! Excuse my French mom , but I'm late ! i have to go double check everything , and squeeze in one more practice session before tonight's show ! "<br /><br />Her mother looked at her lovingly : " And how exactly are you gonna get there ? Ride a camel ? '<br /><br />Nayla laughed out loud . She always loved her mom's sense of humor. <br /><br />" I thought I'd just borrow your car " . She gave her mom that puppy - eyed look.<br /><br />He mom tried to hide the huge grin that was about to form on her face.<br /><br />" No "<br /><br />Nayla looked confused " No ... ? " <br /><br />" Your taking your car " <br /><br />Nayla stood there dumb - founded.<br /><br />" Mom , I don't have a car "<br /><br />" You do now , look out the window "<br /><br />She walked over to the window on her right , and peeked out the colored glass window . There she saw a candy red 78 King Cobra Mustang . <br /><br />Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head. She run to her mom and sat on her lap while showering her in hugs and kisses.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I mean come on ! if your parents got you a 'stang , wouldn't that be your reaction ?</span><br /><br />She gave her mom one last kiss , and headed out the door. She ran up to the car and stopped right in front it . She slowly slid her hand across the smooth red hood , right till the car door. She slid into the seat , and patted on the steering wheel.<br /><br />" It's just you and me Bella "<br /><br />She turned on the ignition , and was surprised by the car's smooth purring . She put down the hand-break , switched the car into reverse and was off . <br /><br /><br />Little did she know that there was someone watching in a black Cadillac outside . The person inside looked insane . They had a deadly look in their eyes . They were looking for blood.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Oh boy ! Looks like were in for a blood -bath ladies and gentlemen . Till Next Time On ... Memoirs of A Disturbed Teen <br /></span>A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-47712204557090108382010-06-05T22:34:00.002+03:002010-06-05T22:41:39.587+03:00Part 19 : I’ll Show Him What I Got ..<em><br /><br /><br />Last Time on Memoirs of a Disturbed Teen…<br />“Nayla... I love you “<br />Her eyes teared up. It was the first time he ever said those 3 words to her. <br />“I love you too J “<br /><br />He pulled her in and kissed her lightly on her lips and sank his face in her neck. Just to inhale her.</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The big day had arrived. She felt it in her veins. She was up without a need for a wakeup call. Her internal alarm woke her up. She jumped out of bed, put on her robe and slippers, and put on Jamie Foxx’s new single “winner”. The words to the song blasted out her IPod speakers:<br /><br /><br /><em>“I feel like I can’t miss I know they want me to fall<br />But ain’t nothing bigger than this , So just pass me the ball<br />You know you looking at a winner I can’t miss, Can’t lose, Can’t miss<br />You know you looking at winner<br />`Cause I’m a winner Yeah I’m a winner</em>”<br /><br /><br />Yea, she felt like a winner that morning. She swept her curtains open in one quick move. The sun rays hitting her face gave her an adrenaline rush. She let out a little scream of happiness out and started busting moves to the songs, moving left to right, all the way to her bathroom door. Before she went in, she took out the mini calendar she had in her bedside table drawer. It was a gift from J with a different picture of them for every month of the year. She crossed off today. The day she finally turned 18. <br /><br />She was relieved<br />She was Excited<br />She was ecstatic<br />She was going to get her driver’s license , graduate high school a week after that , and finally … walk around with J and no sneaking around anymore .<br /><br />“Why did this day take so long to come ... But it’s here, it’s finally here “She said to herself, holding the calendar close to her chest and breathing in and out calmly. A few tears of bliss escaped her eyes, but quickly wiped them away. <br /><br />“Nothing is going to ruin this day for me, I mean nothing…”<br /><br /><br />Pure innocent Nayla, little did she know that across town, there was somebody planning something big. <br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Across the city, there was a beautiful girl in a tight black dress, in a dark room, with a light reflecting on a huge white poster. The hotel room looked like it hadn't been cleaned for in weeks. The TV was on some cheesy Spanish soap opera. The air conditioning was on full blast. But she couldn’t feel a thing. She was that cold and heartless.</em><br /><br /><br /><br />She lit her cigarette and looked at the board she had created. It was full of pictures of them together, with little bits of information here and there.<br /><br />“Boy, Am I Evil, But hey that’s what you get for not being careful “ <br /><br />At the bottom of the board was a video tape, She got it from the surveillance center of the building, this one was from the elevator monitor.<br /><br />She got up and off the leather chair, put out the cigarette, before grabbing the tape and walking out the door.<br /><br />“ I’ll show him what I got “<br /><br /><br />Ouch! Somebody looks hurt...Well, there’s always a price to pay.<br />Oh how high is this price to pay...<br /><br /><br />Till Next Time…A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-56105430292342542592010-05-29T11:58:00.002+03:002010-06-04T20:33:09.398+03:00Part 18 - 2 : Your Love Is My Drug<em>Last Time on Memoirs of a Disturbed Teen…<br />She planted a light kiss on the rim of his neck. That drove him crazy.<br />She giggled a bit to herself, knowing that she just lit the fire. <br />During the quiet yet exhilarating ride back to his apartment, they both were in different worlds yet one thing was on their mind. They were both getting something tonight” if you know what I mean”;*</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />They finally reached J’s apartment, and he practically jumped out of the car to open the door for her. She looked surprised and yet amused.<br />“Damn, He must really need a break “She Thought to herself. She then got a very devilish idea. As soon as he closed the door, she put both her hands on his shoulders so that he was facing her. She pushed him against his car, slid her hands under his shirt, and leaned in and bit down on the bottom part of his ear. <br />He melted.<br />He was going insane.<br />He wanted her now...<br /><br />He grabbed her from the waist and carried her to the elevator. There she wrapped her legs around his waist. They lip locked. She had her back against the wall. He had one hand behind her neck, the other holding her against him. Their lips touched, practically combined together. Whenever she bit on his lip, he pushed her against the wall harder. It was getting hot and heavy, so much , that the mirrors were fogging up.<br />Erotic isn’t it ; ) ?<br /><br />He didn’t even bother to put her down; he unlocked the door while she was wrapped around him. He slammed the door shut with his leg, and she got down . He looked confused <br />“What’s wrong? “<br />“Nothing baby, it’s my turn to have some fun “<br />She pushed him against the couch, and straddled him, she kissed him again. She started unbuttoning his shirt<br />He had his hands up her shirt, his fingers slowing trailing up and down her back.<br />She starting kissing his neck, especially his weak points.<br />He has his hand on the small of her back and kept moaning her name. He left her breathless. He couldn’t handle it anymore.<br />He grabbed her and carried her to the bedroom and shut the door behind them.<br /><br />And what happened, well, you can only imagine. But don’t worry; they didn’t do what our old folks call “the nasty”<br />They lay next to each other, breathless, both only in their underwear.<br />He pulled her in, and she held him. They stayed like that for what seemed like eternity. It seemed like they never wanted to let each other go… <br /><br />“Nayla... I love you “ <br />Her eyes teared up. It was the first time he ever said those 3 words to her.<br />“I love you too J “<br /><br />He pulled her in and kissed her lightly on her lips and sank his face in her neck. Just to inhale her.<br /><br /><br />Now ladies, don’t we all wish our men were like that?<br /><br />Till next time ; ) …A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-2426918558674206062010-02-26T13:53:00.001+03:002010-05-15T22:04:47.291+03:00Part 18 : Your Love Is My DrugWARNING: There might be some very detailed sexual scenes and situations, for those who are shocked by such things or are too young to read this, are advised not to. Thank you.<br /><br /><br />An extra extra long and sinful post to make up for lost time, Enjoy ;* <br /><br />A couple of days passed after the fateful incident. Things gradually got back to normal, although her father’s face stayed glued in her mind like glitter on paper. His reaction was beyond words. He still had that stone cold expression, yet a hint of sadness in his eyes. She shook it off every time since she had a performance coming up in a couple of days. She was also anticipating her birthday. She’d finally be 18 and could openly be in a relationship with J. Well, at least not have to keep it to between her, J, and Moh’d. The relief and the weight that would be lifted off her shoulders was inexpressible. She shifted that thought aside and was practicing the piece she had in front of her. She was doing her own acoustic version of Lady Gaga’s “Telephone”. Yea it was ganna be kick-ass. She was continuously practicing during her free periods, between lessons, at home, any time that she could use. She barely had time for J. <br />She was tired. <br />She was frustrated.<br />She needed a break.<br />She needed J. <br />She grabbed her phone and started dialing his number.<br /><br />Meanwhile, J had just stepped out of the shower after a long and tiring day at the gym. He treasured any gym time he had since teaching took up most of his time. He was changing when he saw a picture of Nayla and him on his nightstand. It was at taken at a spring of love festival. They had an amazing time that day, and the memories were those of the spontaneous kind. Especially one of Nayla pulling him into passionate and lust filled kiss. He remembered how it gave him goose bumps and vast feelings of pleasure. It was the first time he had seen that side of her and thought to himself <br /><br /><br />“This girl is ganna drive me crazy”<br /><br /><br /><br />With that thought in mind, his phone was ringing and her name was flashing across his screen. <br /><br />Call Started<br /><br />J: “You were just on my mind”<br /><br />Nayla: “So were you... “<br /><br /><br />He noticed her tone of voice and knew instantly what it meant. He was about to have the adventure of a lifetime. Well , that’s how it is with her..<br /><br />Nayla: “Hello, you there baby?”<br /><br />J: “Yea sorry, just drifted off a bit...”<br /><br />Nayla: “Well I was saying I think I should come over, I miss you...”<br /><br />J: “I miss you more cutie, when do you want me to pick you up?”<br /><br />Nayla: “Hmmm, Give me an hour...”<br /><br />J: “alright baby, take your time. When you’re ready, just call “ <br /><br />Nayla: “alright baby, see you later “<br /><br />J: “You too”<br /><br />Call Ended.<br /><br />That gave her enough time to glam up. She had to look good after all. She stepped into her bathroom and started taking a long yet quick lather session. She washed her hair and body with the cherry blossom and vanilla scented set that J was insane about. He’d always keep her close to breath in her scent. She lathered up twice, scrubbed thrice until she felt like the scent had been absorbed by her skin. She dried off and started air drying her hair, and ran her hair through it a couple of times until she got the right amount of volume and curls she wanted to achieve. Hair, check. She moved onto make up. She went through the basics and added a few more things to give her the extra oomph! She added her MAC studio fix, then a bit of bronzer along her cheek bones, loads of mascara, and Russian red lipstick. She looked divine. Make- up, check. Before moving on to wardrobe, she messaged her mom letting her know she was going out. Her mom was at work and instantly replied giving her the green light. She decided to go for her black lace underwear and bra set, along with her ruby red body hugging just above the knee dress, along with her black Mary janes , and black clutch purse. DAMN! J was sure in for a surprise. She added a few sprits of Bali dream here and there before taking one last look in the mirror before leaving. She gave herself a twirl before J messaged her.<br /><br />J: I’m outside baby<br /><br />Nayla: I’m coming ;*.<br /><br />She headed down the stairs, and saw J waiting there. He was really a sight for sore eyes. His eyes were practically popping out of his eye sockets. He was hypnotized by how astonishing and sexy she looked now. He wanted her. He wanted her right there and then. The sight of him made her laugh a long and sensual laugh. He felt like his heart literally skipped a beat. She got into his into his fully tinted black on black 1970 ‘stang.<br /><br />Nayla with an amused look on her face: What’s wrong baby?<br /><br />He was lost for words. She was breath-talking<br /><br />J: You...Look…Incredible...<br /><br />Nayla: Thanks Honey.<br /><br />She planted a light kiss on the rim of his neck. That drove him crazy.<br /><br />She giggled a bit to herself, knowing that she just lit the fire. <br /><br />During the quiet yet exhilarating ride back to his apartment, they both were in different worlds yet one thing was on their mind. They were both getting something tonight” if you know what I mean”;<br /><br /><br />To Be Continued…..A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-37525178319053249712009-12-13T19:24:00.007+03:002010-02-08T23:30:03.552+03:00Part 17 : Please Tell Me What's Going On In Your Head ....Her heart was beating probably a thousand miles per hour. Well, it felt like it. As her heart was racing , her head was pounding harder and harder by the minute. Her hands were shaking worse than a sidewalk when a jackhammer hits it. Yea , that bad. The sweat was pouring by the bucket fulls down her back. She couldn't believe her eyes. The man she hadn't seen in years , who sent a frilly birthday card every once , was right in front of her at this very moment. Let's introduce you all to Nayla's father , Let's recap shall we ?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />10 years ago....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Little Nayla was sitting as she always was. Right in front of the T.V. Watching Tom & Jerry Re-runs, with her curly hair in a two pigtails , and a huge bag of ready made cotton candy. She then heard somebody shouting , and heard things breaking. As being the curious child she's always been , she dropped whatever she had , and started walking towards her parent's room.<br /><br />Mahir: Are You Serious ?! Do you think I'm an idiot and have no idea of what's going on ?! Your a whore and a liar !<br /><br />Salma was lying on the floor , with a huge gash along her forehead , with blood trickling down the side of her face. She was defenseless . Nayla watched while her mother was being tortured repeatedly by the man she called dad. Her father had major anger management issues , and had an even bigger jealousy problem. Salma's beauty resembled a Greek goddess. She was stunning, and much like Nayla but older. She also had piercing sapphire blue eyes , while her father had a mix of jade green and honey-sickle hazel eyes. Therefore , Salma would always get much un-wanted attention from men . That enraged Mahir even more. He'd always accuse of her of cheating and that she threw herself onto any men that came her way.<br /><br />Nayla couldn't handle watching her mom being battered . She burst into the room and stood in between her father and mother. He didn't even flinch . He grabbed Nayla by her hair and threw her against their bedside lamp. Her mother had dialed her brother's number and left the phone open and on a side, which saved them from the grips of death. Her brother and Nayla's uncle Jaad , burst into their household with the rest of their male family members , and took took out Mahir in one punch . Since that awful day , Nayla had never faced her father again. She has a small scar below her eye which reminded her daily on what kind of monster her father was. That monster was right in front of her , and the scar burning like a bomb fire gone bad.<br /><br />Nayla: What are you doing here ?...<br /><br />Mahir : I should be asking you that question , and what the hell are you doing in this guy's apartment alone?<br /><br />Nayla: You have no right to ask me anything or tell me what to do.<br /><br />Mahir : Yes I do , I'm your father.<br /><br />Nayla: No , Your a monster. My father's dead.<br /><br />Ouch , I know..<br /><br />Mahir began clinching his fists as he always did before he was about to hit anyone. Nayla noticed that and stood behind J immediately. He sensed her fear and dis-comfort.<br /><br />J: Look , we don't want any problems , so if you will , step aside.<br /><br />Mahir: I will , and I'm taking this white-trash whore with me.<br /><br />J at the moment , swiftly grabbed Mahir by the neck and pinned him against the wall .<br /><br />J: If you ever come near her, try to talk to her , even make eye contact with her, I'll make sure that your buried 6 feet under where no one would ever think of finding you , got it asshole?<br /><br />Mahir cowardly nodded . J let him drop to the ground and he scurried away. Nayla was amazed . She never thought that anybody could plant that kind of fear in anybody , specifically her father, who seemed to be the human re-incarnation of the devil himself. She embraced J tightly as he turned around and faced her.<br /><br />J: He never is going to bother you again , not while I'm alive.<br /><br />Nayla: I know...<br /><br />J " Cupping her face in between his hands": No , I want you to believe it. Baby , I love you, and you have my heart. Whenever your in pain , angry , happy , or sad , I feel it deep down inside. Don't you ever forget that alright ?<br /><br />He kissed her on the crown of her head , and pulled her close . She breathed in his scent and said a silent prayer<br /><br />Nayla : " God , Thank you for sending me this angel..."A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-28844615501696605592009-10-12T20:39:00.006+03:002012-05-23T23:08:09.702+03:00Part 16 : As The Saying Goes: " The Heart Wants What It Wants"<i><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Moh'd</span> starting dialing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nayla's</span> number....</i><br />
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As they were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mesmerised</span> by each other , <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Nayla</span> saw her phone vibrate and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Moh'd's</span> name flashing on the screen.<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Nayla</span> " her face suddenly showing a curious look" : " Oh ? "<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Nayla</span>: " <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Moh'd</span> , what did you do ? "<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Nayla</span>: " Alright <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">couz</span>, Thanks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">alot</span> , See ya soon . Take care and I love you. "<br />
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The wrinkle lines on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">Nayla's</span> forehead always showed when she was either really ticked off or really worried. Seeing that , J got his cue , and wrapped his arms around <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">Nayla's</span> tiny delicate waist and instantly , <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">Nayla</span> begin to relax. He whispered into her ear ..<br />
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J: " You just did it again. "<br />
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J: " Alright babe , grab your stuff and I'll drop you off. "<br />
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They started cleaning up , putting the dishes away , <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">Nayla</span> grabbed her coat , and they started heading <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">fo</span> the door hand in hand. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">Nayla</span> put her hand on the doorknob and slowly starting turning it while facing J with the hugest smile she had on her face . She started opening the smooth dark amber wood door .When she started heading out the door, she never expected to find the last person on earth standing right at J's doorstep..<br />
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<i>To be continued....</i>A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-19438941801031469922009-08-25T15:26:00.004+03:002012-05-23T23:00:37.643+03:00Part 15 : Sweet Satisfaction<br />
After the whole show down with Marwa , Moh'd had some what achieved some self-peace. He knew something like that would stop Marwa from pulling another circus stunt like that. He took out it cell-phone and started dialing Nayla's number..<br />
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Meanwhile, J and Nayla just finished a delicious dinner J whipped up for them. After a long , and draining day, it's something they both needed. Wouldn't you?<br />
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J: " May I have this dance? "<br />
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Nayla: "letting out a small laugh" " No.. "<br />
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Nayla: " You'll always be my dance partner.. "<br />
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They looked at each other lovingly as he took her hand and twirled her around. She let out a shriek of joy as he pulled her close. They were more in love then ever and it showed. As they danced the day away to the rhythms of a sweet melody they called love.....<br />
<br />A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-19441806771045663302009-08-16T19:11:00.003+03:002012-05-23T22:56:56.602+03:00Part 14 : Whipped !<br />
Marwa felt scared. Sweat started forming at the brow of her eye , her hands started shaking as the person she was facing was looking her died in the eye.<br />
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Moh'd : " Hey home-wrecker ? Up to no good again I see... "<br />
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Marwa: " Hey Hamood..How.. "<br />
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Moh'd: " Don't you ever call me that , You make my name sound disgusting.. "<br />
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Marwa: "What do you mean ? I didn't do anything to you this time.. "<br />
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Moh'd: " That's true , but you just recently messed with the wrong girl... "<br />
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It hit her . Who he was talking about was none other then Nayla..<br />
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Marwa : " What does that kid have anything to do with you ?.... "<br />
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Moh'd: " First of all , she's more mature then you'll ever be and second , that person is my close and loving cousin. "<br />
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<i>A year ago , Marwa had met Moh'd, rather seen him , at a friend's party . She kept checking him out the whole time with a mischievous look in her eye . She being the bitchy person that she it , went up to him and tried to start up a conversation. Moh'd knowing her reputation from friends, ignored he every attempt , walked away until she tugged him and laid one on him just to get his attention. He immediately pulled back and spat at the ground. Unfortunately, Ashwag was standing right there watching it all happen. She came up to Moh'd slapped him in front of all his friends and told him it was over. She ran towards the door , and left him there looking dumb-founded. He never knew what hit him , it was all happening too fast . Then , his blankness was filled with fury as he looked towards Marwa , with her hands on her lips , and a huge grin on her face. Moh'd was the kind of guy who rarely got angry , but when he did in those rare times, all hell rages over. He grabbed Marwa by the sides of her arms and pushed her against the wall. She had never been more scared in her life. He started shouting at her and cussing, saying the she just ruined the most amazing relationship he ever had , and that an amazing girl walked away from him because of her disgusting stunt. As that was happening , Ashwag had forgotten her car keys and went back to get them . When she did she saw the whole scene and jumped in to pray Moh'd off of Marwa. When she did , she calmed him down , saying she believed it wasn't his fault and that Marwa was to blame. They kissed and made up , with everybody cheering them on. Then she turned to Marwa, slapped her right across the face , smiled , then she and Moh'd left the party hand in hand.</i><br />
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Remembering all that still gave her chills and made her space out at times., but this moment wasn't one of them.<br />
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He grabbed her by the arm and threw her against the wall. She let out a small scream but still kept quiet. Tears were streaming down her face at that point.<br />
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Moh'd: " Don't try those crocodile tears on me , they won't work. But let me remind you what I warned you about a year ago. If you ever mess with me , or my girl , or anybody I know for that fact, I'll treat you like the animal your trying to be. "<br />
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Ouch ! That was a huge verbal slap against her face.<br />
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She then attempted to find out how he found her.<br />
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Moh'd: " Remember , I have connections ... "<br />
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That sent another frightening chill down her back. Her eyes couldn't have gotten any wider.<br />
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Moh'd: " Let be this the last time I ever speak to you again. Cause their won't be a next time, if you know what I mean. "<br />
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He said that while walking towards the door . He let himself out , and left Marwa there . She had never been more terrified in her life . She wrapped her arms around herself and started silently sobbing.<br />
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<i><br /></i>A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-76991920980880777132009-07-09T01:53:00.002+03:002009-07-09T01:59:09.291+03:00Beginning a new blogHey everybody !<br /><br />As you all know , I've been working on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">memoirs</span> of a disturbed teen for a while , and I've been loving the amazing and positive feedback I've been getting. So much , to the point where I've started a second blog called " The Bond". If you want to start reading it , just go to my profile and you'll see it there . It's also a fictional story line , and I hope you all enjoy it!<br /><br />Yours <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Truly</span>,<br /><br />A <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bahraini</span> Dream.A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-63561393631490145352009-07-09T00:55:00.004+03:002012-05-23T22:47:51.857+03:00Part 13 : What Goes Around Comes Around..<i><br /></i><br />
<i>It all starts with the saying, what goes around comes around. You screw some one over , Karma comes right back and bites you in the ass. This obviously didn't apply to the most hated person at this moment. Well , at least not right away .</i><br />
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While Marwa was basking in the joy of her latest conquest , she hadn't realized that all she had done , backfired. She was too busy bragging about it with her equally conniving friend , Layal.<br />
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Marwa: " Hahaha ! I know , I know , I'am a genius right ?! "<br />
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Layal: " More then a genius ! I salute you ! How the hell did you come up with the idea anyways ?! "<br />
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Marwa: " It didn't need much thought anyways. I mean , why let all my hard work go down the drain ? I traveled half way around the world to study something I could actually use. Heck , even a monkey could pull it off . But before you know it , J will be back in my arms , and that kid can forget all about him. "<br />
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Layal: " You really think so ? I mean , J's pretty honest and all , so she might figure out that something fishy's going on. "<br />
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Marwa: " Naaaah , I don't think so . "<br />
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Marwa: " Hold on , the hotel room phone is ringing.. "<br />
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Marwa picked up the receiver to find it was the concierge ..<br />
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Concierge : " Madam , This is the concierge calling , there's a man inquiring on where you room is , should I give him that information and let him up ? "<br />
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Marwa's face light up and a huge grin came along: " Yes yes , it's alright , I was expecting somebody anyways, thank you for informing me. "<br />
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Concierge : " Your welcome madam , and enjoy your stay. "<br />
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Click. The phone call ended. She put the receiver back on the phone and got back to Layal.<br />
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Marwa: " See ? I told it would work. "<br />
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Layal : " Ha ? What's going on ? "<br />
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Marwa: " He came inquiring about my room number and wants to come up. See ? He's already back in my arms. "<br />
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Layal : " Damn ! I guess I lost the bet after all , I owe you a pair of Gucci Heels. "<br />
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Marwa "laughing": " Damn right you do , and you know my shoe size and what style I picked out ;). "<br />
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Layal "groaning"": " Yea yea yea.. "<br />
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Somebody knocked on her door.<br />
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Marwa: " He's here. I'll talk to you later with all the juicy details . "<br />
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Layal: " You better ! See ya. "<br />
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Marwa: " Hahaha , Alright , Bye. "<br />
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Click. Phone call ends.<br />
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She walks over to the door and before that observes herself in the mirror, whispering "Dead Sexy" and flashed herself a seductive smile. She put her hand on the door handle , opened the door . A whole new feeling splashed over her....A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-26951201568935367812009-06-30T18:12:00.006+03:002012-05-23T17:44:05.951+03:00Part 12 : Your The Reason I Keep Smiling..<br />
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When they finally got to J's condo after the 20 minute drive, Nayla was the first one out. She practically sprinted to see if J's car was in the building's parking space.<br />
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Since it wasn't, she took out his condo keys. She asked Moh'd is he could come up with her to make sure everything was safe and sound. He parked his car , and when he got out, they both walked towards the lift that would take them start up to J's condo. Moh'd out of nowhere remembered something.<br />
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Moh'd: " This condo looks so familiar to me, its like I've been here before.. "<br />
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Nayla: " Really? "<br />
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Moh'd : " Yea I know I've been here , But I just need to remember when and with who.. "<br />
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A few moments of silence hang over...<br />
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Moh'd: " Now I remember !! I knew J sounded so familiar to me, we used to hang out together with a group of friends at Hong Kong, since they used to have lunch together once a week. He was laid-back and really friendly. But when he headed of to the U.S. , we felt like somebody was missing. He always used to make us laugh and even the restaurant staff liked him . He even got us a couple of free lunches. "<br />
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Nayla"grinning with a huge smile": That sounds like the J I know..<br />
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Then the lift stopped at J's floor. Nayla inserted the key into the brass key hole that opened up the lift doors directly into J's condo. He lived in one of the most spacious buildings in his area and Nayla loved how his condo gave off a Bohemian feel that would send you off imagining yourself relaxing on the beaches of Maldives.<br />
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<i>Captivating right ?</i><br />
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When she got in , she saw that it needed a bit of cleaning up. Since she knew where he kept the cleaning rags and dettol, she started scrubbing any surface that had anything spilt on it. She stacked all his papers, and before she knew it , the place was spotless. She then called J , and asked where he was, he said he had just parked his car in his condo building. She told him she was waiting upstairs and that there's something she had to show him.<br />
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J suddenly felt nervous. Not the good kind that you get when your around the person you love , no the bad kind, the kind you get when you know something bad was about to happen.<br />
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<i>You know what I mean. </i><br />
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He took a deep breath , stepped out of his car , and slowly started heading towards the elevator doors , counting his paces as he went along. It was one of his many habits , one that usually showed up when he was nervous. When he finally got to his condo, his nervous face turned into a huge boy like grin. He saw Moh'd there standing next to Nayla , who without any hesitation , came over and hugged J in a tight embrace and gave him a light peck on the cheek. He then was sure that nothing was about to happen. He then headed over to Moh'd , and gave him a good old bear hug. he had remembered him from time to time and missed the times they used to hang out. They started catching up until Nayla interrupted them.<br />
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Nayla: " Sorry to cut your catching up short ,but J , there's something you need to see."<br />
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J: " What is it ? "<br />
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She then pointed to the brown package on his mahogany table , and at the T.V.<br />
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Nayla " with a remote control in her hand": This .<br />
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She clicked the play button , and as we watched the video , it was apparent that anger began flaring up within him. His started clinching his fists , and a tightness started developing around the edges of his lips. When the video finally was over , he took out the DVD and broke it against the wall with his very own hands. Nayla jumped when she heard the DVD crash . She had never seen J so angry in her life. He then sat down on the couch with his hands to his face. She walked over only to discover that tears were slowly trickling down his cheeks. That made her heart ache in such way, something she hadn't felt in a long time. She put her arms around him , and slowly stroked his hair. It was something that always calmed him down.<br />
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Nayla: " Baby , I know it isn't true , remember , you told me about her and how she was a visual arts major. "<br />
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J: " I know, but she's never gonna give up until she gets what she wants. She's trying to break us apart... "<br />
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Nayla: " That never is gonna happen , cause I love you , and trust you more then I trust myself. No matter what she does , she's never gonna tear us apart. The only thing that will is death ."<br />
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She gave him her famous reassuring smile , and he felt his heart skip a beat. He never really understood how Nayla thought and reacted to everything . But she now proved how mature she really was, and thought about everything with reason.<br />
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Nayla: " So no more tears , K ? They don't suit you anyways . Water works is my department. "<br />
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Moh'd: " Trust me , I know , you should've seen the lungs on this kid when she was a baby . Damn ! was she annoying , I dunno how I bared her. "<br />
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Nayla gave him a dangerous-in-a-teasing-way look. " Remember your driving me home ; ) "<br />
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He acted like he was scared, begging for mercy . They all ended up laughing<br />
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Moh'd: " And J , you don't have to worry about you know who , she has what's coming to her.."<br />
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He then felt so much love in that one single moment. He knew that they had his back and would be there for him no matter what. But Nayla was the real reason he kept on smiling...<br />
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<br />A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-67815501778122908582009-06-21T22:44:00.003+03:002012-05-23T02:36:34.538+03:00Part 11 : Baby , Just Sway Me Now....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It hit her harder then a baseball batter hitting a home run . She remembered J mentioning that Marwa was a visual arts major when she was studying with J. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">With that in mind, she felt a flush of relief flow over her so hard that it knocked her over. She slowly got up, wiping away the tears of relief that escaped, and quickly took out a black tank top , with a emerald green cotton sweater , with a pair of her favorite navy blue skinny jeans. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She laid them out on the bed and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower before Moh'd would pick her up. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She quickly took out the DVD , put it in it's original packaging and put it aside. She also put aside her set of keys of J's condo that he had made especially for her, just in case he wasn't home. She then stepped into her Porcelain colored bathroom. She always loved everything to be neat and in place. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She turned the tap on and let the warmness <span style="background-color: yellow;">of the hot water relax her muscles. She stood like that for awhile before reaching for her soft <span style="background-color: yellow;">white sp</span>onge</span> and squeezing onto it some of her favorite St.Ives Vanilla body liquid wash. She always loved the smell of vanilla and the calming effect it had on her. After washing it off, she got out and put on her fuzzy rabbit slippers with her equally comforting over sized bath robe. She quickly dried herself off , applied her body lotions and what nots , and quickly got dressed. She was combing her hair when Mohd called.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nayla: Hey hey "saying it in an up beat tone"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mohd: I am waiting outside.... Somebody sounds like their in a good mood .</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nayla : I am , and I'll tell you all about it , just give me 5 and I'll be right down.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mohd: k , see you in a bit.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nayla: Bye.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Click. Phone call ends.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She then quickly applied some of her NC42 mac foundation, that always leaned towards he natural looking appeal, which she always favored. W</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ith a bit of Labelo , she was done and heading out down the stairs, went to say goodbye to her mom and headed out the door. She then quickly recognized her cousin's flaming red mustang. The <span style="background-color: yellow;">thought</span> of that always made her laugh, knowing her cousin oh too well , being a car junkie herself. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She went ahead, and opened the passenger's seat door...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nayla: Haaaaa Hamoodiii ! How've u been couz ?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Moh'd: I am great , and how r u kiddo?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nayla: I am only a year younger then you, you do remember that , right ?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Moh'd " with a evil grin" : But it's fun tormenting you ! You've always been my favorite person to tease.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nayla: What goes around comes around. First chance I get , you'll be sorry ......</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They both ended up laughing a lot. It felt to good to see her cousin after so long, he always knew how to cheer her up. He was easy on the eyes too. Both their mothers would always tease them about how good they looked together, and that one day they would end up together. They always would laugh in their mother's faces, thinking if their mothers only knew the truth , it would leave them both of thinking that their children had gone mad....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Moh'd was deeply and madly in love with a friend of Nayla's , Ashwag .</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Nayla and Ashwad have known each other since pre-school. When ever those two had a problem or a fight, Nayla would come to the rescue and patch things up. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They've been together for almost 6 years now , and they were more in love then ever now. He always a had a picture of them together on his key chain and so did she. He was fit and had muscles in all the right places , with tanned skin and grey eyes, just like Nayla. People would sometimes mistake them to be siblings, but then were later corrected. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As they were heading on to the highway , they started catching up and laughing about some of their early childhood memories, while Nayla explained what had happened earlier. Moh'd knew that J would never do that and swore once he found who this Marwa was, she'd kiss her sorry ass goodbye. She laughed at the thought of Moh'd doing that, but in her heart some relief washed over, knowing Moh'd always did what he swears he would do. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As the sun set, Nayla always loved the sight of it and each one reminded her of J and their very first date. A bunch of memories rushed into her , and she smiled thinking of each one of them. She was like that the whole way to J's condo......</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-88328667716552168192009-06-03T23:36:00.001+03:002009-06-03T23:38:25.496+03:00<span style="color:#cccccc;">Hey Everybody ! Hope your all doing well.</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">Unfortunately, Due to the fact that my finals have already started , I am gonna be on a "leave of absence" . I hopefully will be back before you know, and please wish me good luck = D ! Ly all x x.</span>A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-3325074282418731552009-06-02T18:40:00.005+03:002012-05-23T02:30:06.348+03:00Part 10 continued....<i>Hey Everybody ! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pheww</span> ! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'am</span> finally done with my finals and the summer is here ! There will be more posts coming your way during this vacation,and here's part 10 continued . Waiting for your feedback ! Ly <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">xoxo</span></i><br />
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A video started playing with a woman introducing herself..<br />
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" Hey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="color: black;">Nayla</span> , You probably know who I am , And if not , let me enlighten you. I am <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="color: black;">Marwa</span>."<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Nayla</span> felt a hot flush surge within her. Anger replaced her usual calm exterior.She usually wasn't the type of person who's anger levels would rise so easily, but something just ticked her off this time.<br />
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Marwa : "J must have already told u about me , and being the honest guy he usually is , he probably told you about what happened earlier....He probably told you of how I was the one who approached him and blah blah blah.. well , that was his version, this might show you something else...Hope you enjoy, I know I did ; ) "<br />
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She blew a kiss to the camera and the clip started.<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Nayla's</span> eyes started tearing up for the first time in what seemed like years and she felt like a butcher knife went through her heart.<br />
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J seemed to have kissed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Marwa</span> and proclaimed that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Marwa</span> was the one for him.<br />
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Oh the pain she felt. Her world had crashed and burned in the matter of 1:20 seconds. She fell to the ground with her arms wrapped around herself, and let the tears trickle down. She cried and cried, and did that till she couldn't breath , her head pounding , her heart beating at what felt like 120 beats per second, and her eyes swollen as if a bee had stung them. Her mascara and eyeliner smeared underneath her usual welcoming looked eyes. She got up , went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water against her face. <br />
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As she looked into the mirror ,and thought to herself " What am I doing to myself ? why put up with all this pain and humiliation, There's one thing J taught me is to never back down when some one's done you wrong. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">I'am</span> not going to be the victim."<br />
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She grabbed her Blackberry , and starting dialing a number...<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Mohd</span>: Hello..<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><br /></span><br />
<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Nayla</span>: Hey , It's <span style="background-color: yellow;">Nayla</span>..<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Mohd</span>: Oh hey hey ! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">How've</span> you been kiddo ? Long time no speak !<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Nayla</span>: Yeah sorry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">couz</span> , I've been busy with school and all.<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Mohd</span>: Oh Yea , your graduating this year right ?<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><br /></span><br />
<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Nayla</span>: Yea finally ! No more uniforms , no more getting up at 6 a.m. , College life here I come !<br />
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There was then an awkward silence between them<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><br /></span><br />
<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Mohd</span>: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Ok</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Nayla</span> , drop the act , What's going on ? Are you okay?<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Nayla</span> felt like the tears were choking up, but calmed herself before responding..<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Nayla</span>: Remember the guy I was telling you about ? J ?<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Mohd</span>: Oh yea ! How is he ?<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Nayla</span> : He's gonna be dead.<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Mohd</span>:....Ha ?<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Nayla</span>: I need a ride , can you give me one ?<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Moh'd</span>: On one condition , you tell me what's going on..<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Nayla</span>: I will on the way, how long do you need before you get here ?<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Moh'd</span>: About 1/2 hour.<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Nayla</span>: Alright I'll be waiting...And Thanks H<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">amood</span> ..<br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Moh'd</span> : Anytime <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Nayool</span><br />
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<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Nayla</span>: Bye<br />
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And the call ended. She put her blackberry down and went straight to her closet, She took out a medium sized black box that had a lock on it. The key was around a chain on her neck, and opened up the box.<br />
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Inside were all gifts,pictures,and whatever J had given her. She looked at it and felt a huge pang of guilt. Then she thought to herself "Something isn't adding up, J saw <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Marwa</span> at school earlier that day, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">practically</span> chastised her "<br />
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Then it hit her..<br />
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She just had a revelation...<br />
<span style="color: #ff6666;"></span>A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-46539803385161815932009-05-29T20:10:00.005+03:002012-05-23T02:26:27.847+03:00Part 10 : And Here Come The Water Works.....<br />
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Nayla lay her head on her pillow with pure bliss shining in her eyes. She knew J was the one she'd spend the rest of his life with, espically after he told her about Marwa and the stunt she tried to pull off earlier, She knew he was faithful and all hers. She eventually dozed off and went into a deep peaceful slumber.<br />
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She got up the next day and had the her regular routine, breakfeast school, lunch with J , and then home. When she walked into her room , putting her back pack aside, not paying attention to the box that lay on her bed. She walked towards it , and picked it up. She kept thinking to herself what's in the box ? She noticed that there was small letter tapped to it. She tore it off , and read what was on the inside.<br />
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" This is something you really need to see. It will open up your eyes.."<br />
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Then, curiosty sank in. Nayla, having the curiosty of a cat, opened up the box to find a CD. She popped it into her Sony laptop, and a video started playing. What she saw changed her whole world upside down ...<br />
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To be Continued...</div>A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-61705707468993904342009-05-26T14:17:00.001+03:002012-05-23T02:25:47.237+03:00Part 9 : Give It Up Suga , The Gig Is Up...<br />
After a long and exhausting day at work, J finally turned the keys to open his condo's front door. He dropped his keys on the kitchen counter top, headed over to the fridge, and took out a nice cold can of red bull. He looked at it with a smile on his face. Nayla knew it was his favorite, but this wasn't just an ordinary can of red bull, she got it flavored with peach syrup, which seemed to be his favorite.<br />
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He popped it open and starting sipping it. He felt the rush of pure bliss go down his parched throat. He let out a sigh of relief. As he did, he took off his black polo shirt, and as he did he revealed his hard core pecks, with amazing biceps and triceps. That image right there would make any woman fall to her knees. He hadn't noticed that somebody else was in the apartment.<br />
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Stranger: Woaah! Now that's a sight for sore eyes …<br />
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When he turned to face his intruder, ready to defend himself; his face turned grim.<br />
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J: You again? And how the hell did u get in here?<br />
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Answering him: I told you that I still love you<br />
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J: It's more like you wanna stalk me...<br />
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Stranger: Aww, your being mean, that's no way to treat a guest…<br />
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J: Trust me, your no guest; now get out before I make you...<br />
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Stranger: Ohh, That sounds good to me<br />
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J: Marwa, Get the fuck out and I mean it!<br />
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Marwa: Oh come on J, stop playing hard to get. You know you still want me …<br />
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J: You make my skin crawl, and that's not a good thing.<br />
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She got up off his couch, and slowly started walking towards him. She had a super tight cocktail dress on, with her auburn hair in sexy curls, and a crimson red lipstick that was a great contrast with her cream white skin. She looked divine, but to J, it was something he had already seen before, and was of no interest to him.<br />
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Marwa: Come on, I still know there's some chemistry left between us, you can't deny it.<br />
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She said that as she put her finger on his lips, forcing to him to stop speaking. He smacked her finger off.<br />
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J: Don't you ever touch me again!<br />
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And without any clue of what was about to happen next, She forced a kiss on him. Their lips met and whenever he tried to pull away, she'd pull in harder. He finally got her off and pushed her away.<br />
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J: She is everything your not, and is the person I chose to be with. Stop trying to be that person and get the hell out ….<br />
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She grabbed her handbag, stuffed some stuff in it and left.<br />
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He sat down in utter shock, thinking to himself "She's stooped so low, to try and force herself on me. She is a completely different person now. Thank you god, for opening my eyes …"<br />
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He immediately took out his cell phone and start dialing...<br />
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Nayla: Heyy baby! I've missed your voice...<br />
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J: Darling , I've missed yours even more, you no idea….<br />
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<i>As they were talking and catching up on each other's days, Marwa took out her video camera, started playing a video, and edited a few things here and there. With a smile on her face, J was in for one hell of a joy ride…..</i>A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-47628917637398342012009-05-21T20:03:00.003+03:002012-05-23T02:30:45.572+03:00Part 8 : Simply Jump Over The Bubbles...<i>Hey Everybody! I'm back and better then ever. Sorry I took so long to post the 8th part, but I had some loose end to tie up and some deep soul searching. I'd like to thank everybody for being so patient and hopefully you'll keep enjoying what I deliver x x.</i><br />
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With the concert and planning Nayla's birthday surprise, He had his hands full. He stayed after school with his students, making sure that everybody got their parts right, helping them where they had some trouble hitting the right notes , and making sure they took good care of their instruments. While they weren't around, he'd be making phone calls to flower shops, calling numerous jewelers, and etc… He wanted everything to be perfect and so much more. She deserved it. After a while, He put his iPod headphones into his ears and started searching some things online. He heard somebody walk in but probably thought it was one of the cleaners, coming to clean up after the students. He continued to work, till he felt somebody tap him on shoulder. He turned around and when he did, his face turned ghost white..<br />
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J: Marwa?! What are u doing here?!....<br />
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Marwa: I'm here to see my baby? Don't I have the right to?<br />
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J: I'm not your baby anymore, you made that clear last time you saw me, remember?<br />
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Marwa: You know I was just mad sweetie; we were having a huge fight over nothing.<br />
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J: If it was really over nothing, you would have tried to make things better the very next day, not 2 years later ….<br />
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She stood there speechless, not knowing what to say.<br />
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<i>You see, Marwa was J's First Love. They met while they were both studying in New York, and had right away fallen in love. Well at least J did. They were Both 18 and stayed together for over a year. They did everything together until one day; they were going over study notes till one of her guy friends bumped into them. Let's rewind time to 3 years ago to a cold winter's day….</i><br />
Khalid: Marwa...<br />
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Marwa turned he head to face him.<br />
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Marwa: Khalid, what are u doing in New York?<br />
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Khalid: I study here, How've u been?<br />
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Marwa: I've been great…<br />
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J coughed, making sure she didn't forget he was there..<br />
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Marwa: Oh sorry where are my manners? J this is Khalid, Khalid this is J.<br />
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They both exchanged their hellos and chit chatted a bit.<br />
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Khalid: Anyways I've got to go , it was nice meeting you J and see you around Memo…<br />
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Marwa "feeling nervous": Yeah, you too…<br />
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After he left there was an awkward silence between J and Marwa for a while until J finally spoke up...<br />
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J: what did he mean by "see you around Memo ..."?!<br />
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Marwa: Baby it's nothing, Khalid's an old friend of mine and its a pet name.<br />
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J: I didn't think I was going to have to bring this up, but I know who he really is Marwa...<br />
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Sweat starting forming at her brow, while she started playing with her hand nervously…<br />
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Marwa: What do you mean?<br />
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J : Jason told me he saw you with that guy on campus last week and that you two were getting a little too friendly..<br />
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Marwa: Oh come on! You believe that bastered? He's high half the time and never pays attention to anything…<br />
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J: Stop right there. First things first, you have no right to call him that. Second, he was dead serious, and I know when he's bullshitting and when he isn't.<br />
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Marwa: Come on baby, you know I'd never do that to you.<br />
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J: You admitted to me that you used to be a player, how can I believe you aren't playing me right now?<br />
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Marwa: I wouldn’t do that to you….<br />
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J: Marwa, we've been together for over a year now, I know when your lying and when your not… You're lying now.<br />
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Marwa: How would you know if I was lying? You never even pay attention to me.<br />
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J: I pay more attention to you then I do to myself!<br />
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Marwa: Don't shout at me, I'm not a little kid.<br />
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J: I wish you were, at least a kid would tell me the truth!!<br />
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Marwa: That's it, you've crossed the boundaries.. IT'S OVERR!<br />
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<i>She picked up her stuff and walked out, leaving him to stare dumbfoundly at her while she walked away. He never heard from her again. He'd hear about how she and Khalid hooked up and that she was on top of the world, while J hit rock bottom. He couldn't sleep or eat, He was miserable. He eventually finished college in 3 years , thanks to the fact that he took I.B. in high school, he graduated and headed back to his home country , Bahrain. Now back to where our story was…</i><br />
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Marwa: Sweetie, the past is past and I was a kid then, I didn't get anything, and I was confused… I still love you...<br />
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J: ENOUGH!<br />
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Marwa was startled; he'd never seen him burst like that ever…<br />
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J: IN WHAT PARLLEL WORLD DO YOU LIVE IN WHERE YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALK RIGHT BACK INTO MY LIFE AFTER WHAT YOU DID? YOU DESTROYED ME! YOU WENT OFF WITH THAT SON OF ……you know what? It's not even worth it anymore. I'm done saying what I have to say, now get out of my face, and I never want to see you again...<br />
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Marwa: You must really love her ha?<br />
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J: Yes I do , and I know she loves me back. I'm about to give her everything I was willing to give you and so much world.<br />
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Marwa: Can I know what her name is?<br />
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J: It's Nayla, and she's my angel.<br />
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Marwa: Alright then, See you around J and Take good care of her.<br />
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She then walked towards the door, not looking back not once, just as she did last time. Except this time J was the one who took control. He had never been more relieved in his life. It was something he had kept bottled up for what seemed like eternity. He then got back to his laptop and continued going through the web pages.<br />
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He kept telling himself "Just jump over the bubbles..."<br />
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<br />A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-7725993772290615482009-04-08T22:38:00.002+03:002009-04-08T22:41:46.268+03:00<span style="color:#ffcc99;">I'm sorry everybody that i haven't been posting anything recently, I know I've been cutting back, bas due to the fact ina 3ami tawafa "Allah Yer7ama" I'm going through a rough time, so please bear with me through this hard time, and I will hopefully start posting again and completing "memoirs of a disturbed teen" . Thanx everybody and Love you all x x.</span>A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452906958921862377.post-66868009952224276712009-03-31T20:23:00.004+03:002012-05-23T02:16:08.268+03:00A Poem : It Is Her<i>I'd like to dedicate this post with a poem I wrote for my grandmother , who passed away on the 28th of January 2008 . I miss you both . Allah yer7mich oo Ya'3mid rou7ich il janna ya yuma ...I love you.</i><br />
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Time flies by in the blink of an eye<br />
Words go un-said and sounds go un-heard<br />
As autumn leafs gently flutter to the ground<br />
The winter silence screams the truth<br />
The old widower visits his beloved's grave<br />
With regret and sorrow across his withered face<br />
He lay apple blossoms on the engraved tombstone<br />
Engraved it said " Here lay the savior of all, her presence is sensed within the hearts of all .."<br />
She finally lay to rest, after her on-going battle with life<br />
He walks away, the bitter-sweet tears trickle down his cheeks<br />
The thud of his footsteps fill the silence...A Bahraini Dreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523538270612421838noreply@blogger.com5