Saturday, November 7, 2009
(9) A Sudden Breeze
I sighed as I looked at the message I recieved on my brand new Nokia. What do I do now? I dialed Haya's number. Wow, it's so much easier with a mobile! I don't have to worry about anyone overhearing my conversations or getting in trouble.
"Hey babe," Haya finally picked up.
"Hey...what do I do? He just messaged me. Oh my God, I can't get over how he was acting about getting on the roller coaster today," I said smirking. "Do realize that this is his favorite ride in the whole place and he didn't get on just to stay with me so I wouldn't be alone while all of you rode? Maskeen 7asait inna he was bored. I thought that was kind of sweet. But I still don't approve of...."
"Lujain," Haya interupted me. "Did you see the way he took your hand and kissed it before we left? I mean, seriously, come on! He has never done anything like this before with any other girl. The guy really likes you and he's doing everything he possibly can to show it to you and to make you at least consider him. You tell me what more he can do to prove how much he likes you?"
"Well, madri Haya. I don't know what more he can do. All I know is that I have been telling you from day 1 inna he's not my type," I said.
"Well then you know what? Stop replying to his messages 24/7. You guys have been messaging eachother for 48 hours non-stop. When you go to school, you guys message. When you have a lunch break, you guys message. When you get back home, you guys message. When you...."
"I get the point! She's right. I can't argue. Listen, I have to go. I'll talk to you later. I hung up before I even heard Haya say bye.
I stared at my mobile for about 5 whole minutes before I could type 1 simple phrase:
"You have one week. We'll see how it goes."
You have no idea what it took for me to finally bring myself to press the send button. I was so not sure about what I was doing or getting myself into. Bass at the same time, thiba7ni! Ya3ni maskeen he was going to practically get down on his knees and beg for me to give us a shot. What are all my friends going to think of this? What are they going to say? Are they going to support me, or are they just going to.....
"BEEP BEEP!" I was startled by a message. I quickly pressed the "read" button.
"Oh my God Luji! Thank you so0o0o00o00o0o0oo0 muchhhhhhHH!! You don't know how happy I ammmmm and you are NOT going to regret this, I promise!!!! I can't believe thissss! I'm the luckiest personnnn everrrrr!!"
As I read the message, I dug deep down into myself for a reaction--I failed to find one. I didn't know what to say or how to respond. Therfore, I simply locked my keypad and slipped under my covers. In a matter of seconds, my soul was taken to places only God knew existed.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
(8) Falling For Him...
"On my first date with a gorgeous guy?! I don't think so!" She could barely say through her laughter and tears.
I should have never told her! How the hell did that happen? Did God have to work my clumsiness that day? I should seriously just never show my face to to the poor guy again. He injured his hand trying to pull me up before I fell deep into the balou3a and broke my torso or something. You know what the problem is though? He gave me a necklace; a gorgeous silver necklace--AFTER i fell. Wain awaddi wayhi?!
"OK, seriously, just shut up! You're making me regret telling you anything! I have to go to class, yalla bye." I stormed off embarassed.
It was a long day at school, like most days. I just wanted to get home and sleep. I was so tired. I couldn't get any sleep over the weekend because I had to be Ms. Clumsy on my first real date. I chose not to be seen in public for the rest of the weekend in case I ran into anyone that might have seen me fall since it was the most public road in the country and anyone I know could have been casually passing by! I decided I was never going to take a walk with any guy I got with for the rest of my life. That was that!
After a full school day of day dreaming and rewinding the same event in my head for the millionth time, it was time to go home. I lazily dragged myself into the car and said hi to my mom as usual. She seemed to be asking too many questions that day, and quite frankly, I wasn't in the mood at all. My head was gonna explode.
I plunged onto my bed after I finished having lunch with the family; I wrapped myself underneath the covers and hugged my pillow. Heaven! Quietness!
I woke up to the annoying sound of an MSN msg. I thought I put the damn computer on mute! I could see something flashing in the toolbar from my bed, but I couldn't see who it was. I forced myself to get out of bed to see.
Cool 3la6ool says:
Hi Lujain, I hope you had a good time on your date last weekend. Bass I wanna ask you, why him and not me?? Is there anything wrong with me??
Oh my God! I'm seriously not in the mood for him. Why doesn't he just leave me the hell alone?! I'm just not going to reply. He's such a drama queen, ya3ni 5ala9 ifham! GET OVER IT!
The rest of the week lagged on and I didn't really make any plans with anyone. I spoke to 3moor a couple of times from my mom's mobile when she was sleeping. I almost had a heartattack one of the times because I forgot to delete his number from the outgoing calls list, but luckily, I took care of it before my mom got to see it. We had some cute and flirty conversations. He kept on trying to make me feel better about our date by repeating over and over again how "hot" I looked. I have to admit, I blushed everytime he said it; he gave me butterflies. I was beginning to slowly but surely fall for him.
"Ring, ring!" My house phone nagged as I was talking to Haya on MSN.
"Hello?" I answered quickly.
"Hello?" he said with a shakey voice.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
(7) Euphoria
since u like food so much, how bout we go try that new Italian restaurant bil weekend? ;)
*LuJi* says:
ummm...yeah sure I don't mind...but alone?
Bu 3mra says:
hehe yes alone...it's a date...
*LuJi* says:
lol
A DATE?! I don't know what the hell I'm getting myself into but this feels good! I feel like I'm on an exciting ride, you know, that feeling in the stomach that we all get whenever we're excited or nervous! Now 3moor I can introduce to my friends because he's cute! I can't wait to tell them! I can so see him hanging out with the guys in my school, which is a good thing! Guaranteed approval!
The next day at school...
"So, I have a date on Wednesday," I beamed.
"A DATE?! Who, what, when, where, and how?! I want full details NOW!" Sama was excited.
"OK. His name is 3mar. I met him in one of the English school gatherings, he's so adorable, and he asked me out on MSN last night," I said.
"Go on! Is he short, tall, fat, or skinny?! I WANT DETAILS!" Sama said.
"He's much taller than I am, he has broad shoulders, and dark features," I blushed. "I think he's going to get along perfectly with everyone. He seems like such a nice guy. There's something hot about him. He's a flirt, in a good way" I giggled.
"What are you going to wear? You need to look HOT!" Sama said.
"I haven't decided yet, but I'll probably wear my tight dark flared jeans with my black lace top. He hasn't seen me in jeans yet and I don't want to look too dressed up or like I'm trying too hard," I said.
"Perfect. But put some lipstick on. Maybe a soft glossy beige or something," Sama suggested.
"I will. I'm going to keep my hair straight," I said.
"Nice. I think you're going to look absolutely gorgeous! Sama said.
"Inshallah babe," I said as I started walking towards class. Yalla I'll talk to you later. I don't want to be late for class. Love you!"
"Love you too babe. I'll see you in lunch time," she answered back.
Ugh, it's only Monday. I can't wait for the weekend. How am I going to eat in front of him? I won't. I'll just eat before I leave the house, and that way, I'll be too full to even think about food...
That week, and the rest of it, would just not pass quickly. I tried to keep myself as busy as possible for time to pass. I was so excite I could barely concentrate on my school work. I hung out with my mom as much as I could so that she wouldn't say anything when the weekend came. You know how parents are. You got to stay on their good side to get what you want.
Wednesday finally came.
Bu 3mra says:
When will you be ready?
*LuJi* says:
an hour tops
Bu 3mra says:
la iti2a5arain 3lay...i'll be waiting :)
Thursday, August 6, 2009
(6) When God Plans...
"No way! What a freak!" I laughed. "So, like, what does he say?" I asked curiously.
He just doesn't get it. I have said it in a nice way. I have said it in a mean way. There's not one way I didn't try! I'm not going to date a guy that wears the tightest Armani jeans man ever created in history, Moschino shirts that are buttoned down, and Fendi monogram shoes. Even I don't wear stuff like that, and I'm a girl! Not to mention his stupid "Ja Rule" bandanna that looks like.....
"What class are you supposed to be in?" I heard a teacher behind me say and I automatically turned around.
I figited around in my pocket until I finally found it. "Right here, sir," I handed it to him.
Today feels like such a long day. I just want it to end. It's finally Wednesday! Just 1 more class to go. I wonder what the girls feel like doing. I feel like walking around. I don't want to end up sitting in some random place as usual.
Arabic was the last class of the day. I got my books from my locker and slowly walked to class. I had no more energy left.
"Hello sexy!" Munira said. Munira is one of my closest friends. We grew up together and we always prefer doing the same things.
"Hey you," I replied. I don't even have the energy to have a decent conversation, but i'll try. "What's up?"
"Are you coming to the gathering that Na9oor is having tonight?" She asked.
Oh crap! I completely forgot about that! "I don't know. I forgot about it to tell you the truth. Who's going?" I asked.
"Everyone! You have to come. There are even people from the English school coming. Supposedly, they're really nice. I don't know," Munira said.
"English school?" I was taken by surprise.
"Yes, the English school. What's wrong?" She asked.
"Nothing," I replied quickily. I'm fine."
The teacher finally arrived to class and I was saved from the interigation when she asked us to take out our books and be quiet. If she had not came, Munira would have kept asking me questions until I told her what was going on, and in all honesty, I wasn't in the mood.
I rushed to the car when class was finished.
"Hi mama!" I said as I gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hi 7abeebty. How was your day?" She asked as always.
"I had such a long day; I just wanted it to end. Its the weekend!" I said enthusiasticlly.
"Ee wa a5eeran. Tara ana 5athait nafnoofich il ma9bagha il 9ib7 and it's ready now. 3allagta 3la il kabat oo 7a6ait il shoes wil clutch 3la il table. Abi iykoon shaklich wayid 7ilw ilyome la2anna it's a big wedding," she said as she was driving.
WHAT? A WEDDING? TONIGHT? That means I can't go to the gathering! This isn't happening! "3irs? 3irs mino?" My tone immediately changed.
"Shino 3irs mino? 9arli shahar oo ana agoolich plan how your lookfor the wedding and now you're asking me 3irs mino?" My mom began to get irritated.
"Ee bass yumma I completely forgot oo ilyome fi gathering oo...." She wouldn't even let me finish my sentence.
"Lujain ana gaylatlich min ziman fa mo moskilty oo a9lan mino gallich inna ubooch ibyirtha itroo7een gathering ilyome. 7itta mou gayla min gabil inna fi gathering. Raja2an Lujain mako niqash. Maw3idich bil 9alon is at 4," and with that said, the conversation ended.
There's nothing I can do. I'm dying to go. I just want to see who's there. This isn't fair! Y3ni out of all days? Ma ligaw iysawoon 3irshom illa 3la hatha il yome?!
I decided to call Haya when I got home.
"Hello," she answered.
"Yeah, hey, What's up?" I was in such a bad mood.
"Nothing much, what's wrong?" She asked.
"I can't go anywhere tonight because I have a stupid wedding to go to with my mom. She's forcing me to go. She says she's been telling me for the past month. Y3ni did the wedding ave to be on this day? What if..."
"Hey, hey, hey, slow down woman!" Haya stopped me.
I took a deep breathe. I wanted to cry. Are you going to a gathering tonight? I asked.
"Yeah, I am. Na9er, this guy in your school invited the whole shilla," She said.
"This is not fair! I want to go! Ugh, whatever. I'm just going to take a bath. Call me later when something interesting happens and I'm not there to see it." I hung up the phone.
As I took a bath I visualized how much fun the gathering was going to be, I felt my tears mingle with the hot water. I want to see him.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
(5) Dancing with Shadows...
7am0od~Cool 3la6ool says:
halla walla :)
*LuJi* says:
halla feek...
7am0od~Cool 3la6ool says:
slo0nich?
*LuJi* says:
I'm good...u??
7am0od~Cool 3la6ool says:
do0ome
7am0od~Cool 3la6ool says:
I'm fine
*LuJi* says:
:)
7am0od~Cool 3la6ool says:
did you enjoy the party the other day?
*LuJi* says:
7am0od~Cool 3la6ool says:
co0ol...
OK, this is awkward. I closed the conversation box and called Haya.
"Alo?" Haya answered.
"I seriously hate you for giving him my email. We have absolutely nothing to say to eachother! And why the hell is his nickname so damn 3gaidi?!" I bombarded her with comments and questions. "7amood cool 3la6ool," I teased. I'm so pissed! Now he's not going to leave me alone. I can tell. I feel it.
"I'm sorry I just thought it would be OK with you," she laughed. "Calm down, it's not like you're dating him if you talk to him on MSN! Y3ni mita ma tabeen tigdireen itsaween sign out, o0 mita tabeen ta7gireen, and that's that! As if you don't have guy friends from school that you talk to on MSN. This is the same thing. "
7am0od~Cool 3la6ool says:
Are you free this weekend?
7am0od~Cool 3la6ool says:
7am0od~Cool 3la6ool says:
itha tabeen...
I'm not going to reply!
I need to sit with my parents for a bit. I don't want mom to get all upset and give me the same lecture I get all the time. "You have to be a more active member in the family. You have to stop being so wrapped up with your friends and become more concerned with your family." And it just goes on and on and on.
"Lujain," I heard my mom calling my name from the living room.
"What a cute morning dress! Mama look," I said. The dress was cotton material, pink, and very simple. I love simple yet trendy outfits. Besides, it goes perfectly with my silver flats with the different colored stones on them.
Ouch, my feet are killing me. I changed into my pajamas, got my history book, and sat down to start working. Let me just put some music on and sign into MSN. I can't focus if there's no music on. As soon as I signed on to MSN....
Bu 3mra says:
hiiiiiii, remember me?
*Luji* says:
helloo :)
*Luji* says:
yup, ur the guy that asked me to dance, right?
Bu 3mra says:
fidait illy tathkir ;)
*Luji* says:
lol (a)
There's something about him.
Damn it! Perfect timing mother!
Monday, August 3, 2009
(4) A Rush of Oxygen to the Soul...
I was so nervous! I was also excited because Haya's mom and mine had finally agreed to let us go to a mixed "gathering" at our girlfriend's house. Yes! I get to meet new people and stay out later than usual! Plus, I'm in the mood to get all dolled up. Butterflies! The only reason they agreed to this was because our girlfriend's mother was going to be there to "supervise." Supposedly. That's the plan! I feel horrible being sneaky like this, but I need a break once in a while. What to do?
"Where the hell is my tight black skirt?! Haya, please check in that pile on that white chair. I'm not going if I don't find it," I said panicking. Huge issue. If I don't execute the image I have created in my head of myself the night before for the event, I would rather stay home. Trust me, I have done it before. I was standing in the middle of my room half-dressed and freaking out. I was trying to make up an emergency plan B in case I couldn't find my skirt. You can tell I really want to go to this event.
"Thanks mom, I love you for letting me go! 9ij istanasna. I met so many new people!" I said.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
(3) Barely a Dab of Dark
"Excuse me? You have got to be kidding me! Haya, he's not serious is he? Tell him NEVER! EWW! Don't tell him the eww part though, 7aram," I sent her back an SMS.
As I was picking at my Fettuccine Alfredo, I felt my face burn up. How embarrassing! It was like we were all mute; none of us could bring ourselves to say a single word to each other. Instead, we were communicating through text messages! Mind you, we were sitting at the same table only less than a meter away from each other!
The awkwardness began as soon as I met him. "Hi," I said politely and extended my hand.
"Halla walla," Hamad finally managed to say after shaking my hand and locking his eyes in mine for about 30 seconds or so. He wouldn't let go of my hand until I shyly pulled away. Weirdo!
We then followed the waitress to our table. I waited until Haya sat so that I would know where to sit. I didn't want to sit next to him or even in front of him! Diagonal to him was the furthest I could possibly be.
"Beep beep", Haya's phone went off as soon as we settled. She looked at the message and I could see that she was holding herself back from laughing. 10 seconds later, my phone beeped. I open up the message only to find that Haya had forwarded the message she received from Hamad saying: "I WANT HER." Oh my God, what a freak. I don't even know him. And he knows nothing about me! Is he that desperate?! I tried to remain as cool as I could. I didn't want to show him that I was at all concerned with his immature attempt to "hook up" with me. After I got my thoughts together, I calmly messaged her back.
The back and forth messaging went on for almost half an hour. I looked at my watch. 08:24 pm, it read. We need to be home soon if we don't plan on pissing our mothers off. I began to get uncomfortable with the whole situation, so I decided to break the ice by randomly blurting out, "are you always this quiet? Talk!
"By the way, what ever happened between you and Jenna?" Haya finally spoke.
“Can we get the bill please?" I was in a rush. A few minutes later, the waitress came with the check and I reached out for it. Naturally.
"Umm..what do you think you're doing? Lamman iykoon fi rayyal ga3id makoo shay isma bnayya tidfa3!" Hamad said, snatching the bill from my hand. We tend to say very adult phrases when we are just in our early teens. It's weird how in the moment itself we actually believe that we are of mature age while other people view us as kids. I now experiece that with the younger generation and laugh at myself; I now understand where my mother came from when she used to tell my friends and I, "you're still too young, la7geen 3la hal kalam il kbeer."
"Yalla 3ad la it9eer maleeq, give it to me! Ugh, this isn't happening. I just want to go! Haya is the one that called you in the first place, so illy ya3zim yidfa3." Logic.
"Agool, istiree7ay. Willa agoolich, goomay rig9ay 3al 6awla yimkin a36eech il bill," he said laughing. The objectification of women: a concept I got to understand too early in life through a "wrong word choice error" from a complete stranger.
EXCUSE ME? Oh no, he did not just say that! Who does he think I am? I froze for about 5 seconds. I didn't want to make a problem; so instead, I decided to take it as a joke. In fact, maybe he didn't mean it the way it came out. I was assured that was the case when his expression changed and became apologetic.
Before Haya and I got to the car she said, "Yalla Hamad, thanks for dinner and I'll see you in school on Saturday." Clearly, she doesn't want the driver to see that we are with a boy in case he decides to for some reason randomly go tell her mother one day.
"OK, nice to meet you, he looked at me. Take care. Bye."
"Yeah, uha, you too, bye!" I said, as I got into the car.
Haya and I spent the rest of the way home in utter silence. I knew what she was thinking, and I knew the exact answer I would tell her if she happened to think of asking.
As I lay in bed that night I felt a tingle of power caress my soul, gently taking over as it slowly drifted away into my pale pink dreams...