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"Sarah," the doctor called me. I turned to her, "قل لن يصيبنا إلا ما كتب الله لنا" she said, we both smiled and I left the place. Five seconds later I found Othman calling my name.
when we were in the car..
"gltlk gltlkkk ma mn ro7tna fayda bs ent ma t9dgni," I yelled out, and tears streamed down my cheeks.
"la elah ela allah, 5la9 6ayb shswi lk? mbsoo6a en ely glteeh kan 97?" Othman said.
"3thman 5la9 ma abeek momkn tfhm? Ma abe a3esh m3ak w a'6lmk lw sm7t 3thman," I said.
He ignored me until we arrived back home.
We went back home, I went to the room and othman sat in the living room. I took my suitcase and started to pack my stuff very quickly, tears were falling non stop. I wish I could do something about it 3ethman. But I'm weak, I'm not good enough for you.
I pulled my heavy suitcase and walked to the door, I've called my parents driver already.
"Saraaah? Wain ray7a??" Othman rushed to me.
"Gltlk 5la9 ma abeek, brj3 3nd ahli." I said.
"Please sarah lw sm7ti la, 3l a8l mo al7een" Othman said.
"I'm sorry 3thman I'm fed up with trying, I can't do it anymore." I said.
I let my hand, and I opened the door. I went to the car.
How selfish Sarah. He loves you but you are living him as simple as this? I was crying the whole way to my parents house.
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Othman point of view:
Weda3k mor abd mabe twad3ni gbl bu3dk..
Bgoul amseet ana bsrii
Jawbni tlagi 5eer ab7f'6 6aifk b3aini w askr 3aini mn b3dk
W e4a allah katb el lgia akeed en elga by9eer..
B5le fkri w bali ykoon wda3tn 3ndk
L2ni la tfargna abgtlhom mn etfkeer
Ana lw la elamal 3ndi w lwla '6rfk y7dk
Akeed en 7alti b3dk btt'3yer kther ktheer..
Ygoolon e9br 7lk e4a kan elgdr ndk
E4a ma fe edeek 7eela aw 8udra 3la et'3yer
Ana ab9br w btfa2l 3sa ely 7dk yrdk
W lakn la twad3ni w e3feeni mn etbreer
Weda3k morr..
I laid on my bed, I didn't know what to do, this can't happen. I love Sarah so much. I'd do anything to get her back. She's part of me. She's the only person who can make me smile even if I was mad at her. She's the only person I can trust with my life. She's close to my heart, to my soul. Rbi kareem.
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Sarah's point of view:
I don't know how I did this but I know it was the right thing. It will hurt me so much, but I can't live with him. E'6ulm '6ulmat ya Sarah..
"Yumma Sarah shfeek?" My mom asked as soon as she saw me.
I fell between her arms and cried my lungs out.
"Yumma ma agdr 5la9 mama m7d ga3d yfhmni bhdniya yumma allah y5leek efhmeeni" I said.
She held my hand and we sat on the couch.
"Yumma tklmi ma fhmt shay? 3ethman mz3lk? gayelk shay?" she asked in worry.
I shook my head no. And I told her everything.
"Ma 3laih yumma al7een anti goumi w '3sli wjhk w 9li rk3teen 3sa allah yshr7 lk 9drk w yft7 3la b9eertk w tfkreen 3del," she said.
"Yumma wallah t3bt ma adri wsh aswi, a7s nfsi ga3da amout mn da5l," I said.
"Bsmellah 3leek mama, la tgoulen 3n nfsk k4a enshallah ma feeh ela kl 5eer enti gwi emank." she said. She called the maid to take my bag upstairs.
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3 days passed and I didn't hear a word from Othman, it was unexpected reaction from him. Yet his mom called me couple of times but I didn't pick it up, she called my mom but I refused to talk to her or listen. I thought he would at least call me for once. Oh Othman you've always been weird. I wish I could understand you, I wish I could go back to you and hug you all day. Life is tough, life is hard, life is unfair.
Wallah latmnak 7ata a9dg ent wa83 jnb mni
Wallah lastnak w at5ylk mgbl 3lia b3eed 3ni..
Roo7 y7rm noum 3aini roo7 lw yjeeni ma yjeebk le 7lm
Roo7 lw '9a3t sneeni bent'9ark mo 5sara mo '6lm..
8rrt marah ansak 8rrt alheeni ba7d yl'3eek ysh'3lni
Ma y5lfk elak ya wa7dn 3n kl 7d ya jz2 mni..
Roo7 y7rm noum 3aini roo7 lw yjeeni ma yjeebk le 7lm
Roo7 lw '9a3t sneeni bent'9ark mo 5sara mo '6lm..
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Othman point of view:
I can't force her to come back, I've forced her to stay for 7 years. She chose that and I should respect her decision no matter how much is shatters my heart, or kills me.
Fzt elashwag w e7tar elkalam
W ebtda youm mn el3umr m7soob
Dgt esa3a wlh w shoug w '3aram
Sa3t ethna 3shr b3d el'3roob
Ebtdt trk'9 thwaniha 7raam
Kl shm3a mn b3d shm3a t4oob
Elgmr nourh f'97 str e'6lam
Ma trklh mn bgaya el,lail thoub
Hz '39n eshoug w y6eer el7mam
6airk ely y3jbk foug elhboob
Kthr asbab el3tb w ensa el59aam
Elhawa ma feeh '3alb w m'3loob
Wla a7d a9ln y7b elenhzam
La wla wa7d 3la el7ub m'39oob
Lw yra3i farg elwgt elmgam
Ma tra3i farg elwgt edroob
Fzt elashwag w e7tar elklaam..
5li 3eeni lw rub3 sa3a tnam
W shdni mthl eshfg ym el'3roob
Lw nsaitk gil 3ala edniya eslam
W ent la tnsa mwa3eed elgloub
Allah mn eshoug fe wadi elheyam
W allah mn e9dg yal fajr elk4oub
3eed ela'97a lw 9df 3eed e9eyam
M7dn ygdr 3ala ethani ytoob..
Fzt elashwag w e7tar elklam..
It's been 6 days now, I thought she might even send a text, apologizing but I heard nothing from her. I went to the court that day, to finish the divorcing papers. Allah ysam7k ya Sarah Allah ysam7kk
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Sarah's point of view:
I swear happiness took over me that second, I was over cloud 9. I miss him so much.
I wore my slippers and rushed to the majlis. I took a deep breath and went inside the majlis. Oh my Shining ètoile, allah y3lm b7ali mn b3dk..
"Slam 3laikom" I said, and I was hiding my smile.
"w 3laikom eslam" he said as he stood.
"Asf jeet bdoon ma at9l w bhl wgt," he added.
"shd3wa 7yak ay wgt elmkan mkank," I said.
"Ana mo 3arf aish agoulk, bs abeek tsam7eeni, 3ala kl shay, ana asf l2ni ma gdrt asa3dk, asf lw byoum '9raitk, asf eni ga3d asweelk h,shay bs ha4a br'3btk," he said as he handed me a paper.
I looked through the paper. This can't be happening. I know, I wanted this but i didn't want to be that soon, I still want you Othman, I still need you in my life. Tears gathered in my eyes, to blur my vision, I took a very deep breath and said, "Ana ely asfa, ana ely mfroo'9 a3t4r."
"Msmo7a ya n'6r 3aini msmo7a," he said, "ashoofk 3la 5air."
and he left the place, he left me lost, and broken. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for being selfish, I'm sorry, for hurting you before myself.
Esm3ni..
Esm3 a5r shay 3ndi
W b3dha sw ely wdk, ely wdk
L7'6a l7'6a la twd3 w gbl la yjr7ni 7kyk
Ab'3a agoul eni a7bk w ent lsa ely 3shgt'h
Gbl la dm3i y'3yr wjhk ely bk 3rft'h..
Mabi as2al wsh 79l w ma fe da3i llamal
Mst3jl 7beebi ym'9i 3umri mo m3ak?
5l hl,7'6a w ent lsa f3youni malak
Mdri bakr wsh byouj3 mn klamk mn jroo7k
W ana lhl7een yshf3 glbi w ygdr '6roofk
Mgdr awgflk fe drbk dam bu3dk be5tyark
W eli 5la f,glbi 7ubk ma y6wl ent'6ark
Lesa fe glbi klam
Gbl jr7k ibstam
Gbl el3ain tdm3 w tn6fi l7'6t lgak
Wdi elwgt yougf w ent f3youni mlak.
Ab'3a agoul eni a7bk w ent lsa ely 3shgt'h
Gbl la dm3i y'3yr wjhk ely bk 3rft'h..
I left the majlis, my mom was sitting in the living room. I ran upstairs to my room and slammed the door, I ignored my mom who was calling my name. I wanted to break things, I want to yell. I jumped on my bed and buried my face in the pillow and i yelled with all my strength. Othman was the best thing that happened my life, yes we had a traditional proposal, and wedding. My mom and his saw each other in a wedding. Seven years were the best of my life, filled with love, laugh, and care. Through all the fight we had, we never stayed mad at each other for more than two hours, because we both believed that we should stay together and nothing tears us apart. I'm the 25 divorced girl, yes I got married in a pretty young age. Othman was 24 when we got married. We had the perfect honeymoon, and the perfect life. Othman was always the one who starts the conversations because he knows me to well to the point that he knows I can't start a conversation. He knew me to the point that I don't like salty food, yet I like chilly food. He did his best to keep me but I was stronger and I pushed him away. I'm sorry Othman, I'm sorry.
I heard someone knocking on my door. "Sarah mama eft7i, shfeek? wsh galk 3thman?" I heard my mom, but once again I ignored her. "Yumma la t5r3eeni weli y3afeek" she added but I didn't want to talk to anyone. "Yumma bs rdi 3ali 6mneeni enk tsm3eeni," she said.
"Asm3k mama bs mabi atklm lw sm7ti w5ri 3n elbab," I yelled.
Her footsteps started to fade. I stood up and went to the bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my long curly black hair that Othman have always loved, my full lips that Othman"ve always compared them to Angelina's; my white skin that made Othman call me Snow White, he wanted to have 7 kids so he call us the Snow White and the seven dwarfs.
I opened the drawer that was next to the sink, I grabbed a scissor, and started to cut my hair, I wanted to forget him, I want to at least stop loving him. I cut my hair to an inch above my shoulders. I screamed my heart out which made my mom come rushing to my room, she knocked couple of times but with no respond, she tried to break the door but she couldn't. She called the door guard and the driver and they broke the door. she rushed and opened the bathroom's door, she found me on the floor tears streaming down my cheeks, hair around me and my lips are bleeding I tried to cut them with my teeth. She wrapped her arms around me, trying calm me down.
"Yumma Sarah t3w4i mn eblees ma yjouz ely tsweena!" she said as tears gathered in her eyes.
She helped me to stand up, and washed my face, w tgra 3ali Quraan.
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