Chapter five

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Three summers ago...



We were still living in our house in Qortuba at that time, and in about a month or so we were about to move to a different house in Surra. The house we had here was rented, and it was only temporary since we had been building in Surra for a long time. I was pretty excited to go, but I was going to miss this house.



“Wai3 inshalla mu ashkara ina her tweets are about me.”Mariam said.
I wasn’t going to ask who she was talking about, when I already knew it was Shaikha.



Today was Friday, and I was grounded for the week, because of my so called ‘attitude’. The word bored wasn’t strong enough to express how I was feeling.

I logged onto my twitter account, and started scrolling through my timeline.

That girl is fake.
Love quote.
Attention hoe.
Ahaha, that’s so true.
That guy who steals tweets.

I tweeted: MALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL L



Sigh.



The little @ sign on my account twinkled. I clicked on it.

Saleh Al-X Retweeted you!






Saleh was some high schooler, who never talked to me; I wasn’t going to be in the high school wing until this summer ended, so I didn’t even know that he knew I existed. Weird.



I heard the intercom ring. And soon after, I heard Kamila knock on my door.
“Haya, family come to see the house. Baba tell me to tell you that they will see your room.”
“Okay, thank you Kamila.”
I tidied my surroundings, and made sure the room looked presentable. Since we were moving out soon, we had people coming in and out all the time to check out the house, potential buyers.

My dad knocked my door, and then walked in. Behind him followed a very mtdayen-looking family. The woman was covered, and all that showed was her eyes. The man had a short dishdasha, and his beard was pretty long. They also had one son that looked to be about eight or nine years old. Ugh, the annoying stage.



“Oo hathee ‘3rft binty el thanya” My dad announced.

The family investigated the room, and they looked pretty satisfied.



They walked out, and my dad threw a quick smile at me before shutting the door. I did not smile back; it was his idea to ground me. K

Incoming call
Heba<3

“HAYOOOOOOOOOON.” Heba screamed through the phone.
“Shtabeen?”
“Heyy intaaay, laish nafsiya?” Heba asked.
“Madri, I’m bored.”
“5an ni6la3??” She asked.
“Haha, I wish. Nesaitay I'm grounded?” I snapped.
“Ifff, I forgot. Inzain wait I’ll call you back.”

Before I could reply, she ended the call.

I got up and looked through all my nail polish bottles.
A bright pink bottle caught my eye, I had bought this a couple of days ago. I had totally forgotten about it.

I turned on Maroon 5, and sat on my bed painting my nails.

“Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt. Bzzzzt.”

I unlocked my phone, and checked my bbm.

Hamad Al-X: El sayeg biyeelch el bait il7een.

Huh?

Incoming call
Heba<3

“Ha your dad sent the driver?” She asked.
“Ahhh! What did you do?”
“No one knows how to convince your dad like I do!” She said proudly.
“A7ibichhhh” I said
“Adri.”
“Wathga.”
“Hehe, yalla 3ayal I’ll be at you’re house in 10, my driver has vacation fa my brother is dropping me, and you’re driver is gonna take us.”
“Wain binroo7?” I asked
“Avenues, mishtehya Pinkberry.”



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“Wai3 za7maaa.” I whined.

We were in Pinkberry, and the line seemed to last forever.

It was almost our turn, but the two guys in front of us decided to take seven million hours to decide on what to order.

Waiting.
Waiting.
Still waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.

Guy #1:” I’ll just take a pomegranate and original swirl."



Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Oh my god.
Still waiting.

Guy #2: “Yeah, I think I’ll just have the same as him.”



“OO A5EERAN!” Heba yelled out.

I shot her an ‘oh my god’ look, and she realized that she had said that out loud.
Her face quickly turned red, and she gave the guys an apologetic smile.

The guys didn’t really mind what Heba said, I think they were kinda embarrassed about taking so long to order.

Guy #2 looked really familiar, I just couldn’t figure out who he was. I looked closer, his name was on the tip of my tongue, what was it? I suddenly realized I was staring at him really hard, I quickly turned around and placed my order.

Me and Heba took our seats and ate our yoghurt.

As I was finishing up; I got a bbm from my dad.

Hamad Al-X: Wainich yuba?
Hayoon Al-X: Avenues, me and Heba just finished eating, and we’ll be home soon.
Hamad Al-X: Inzain, take care. El sayeg ya5thich el bait wala bitrja3een ma3a sayeg Heba?

Just as I was about to explain to him how Heba’s driver wasn’t working today, I felt an arm brush up against the back of my head.

I turned around to see Guy#2 walking out of Pinkberry.

“Ohh sorry Haya.” He said, smirking.

Wait, how’d he know my name?

Suddenly I remembered his name, Saleh!