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I was in the car heading back home with ghada after i dropped the girls at their houses and ghada was sleeping over at my place. My phone Rang and Musaad's name appeared on the caller ID. I was surprised, I looked at Ghada who was so into her phone and looked back at my screen. I couldn't pick it up, it kept ringing until it grabbed ghada's attention.
"Wj3 rdi w eli 76eeh silent," she said as she sighed.
"Ghada Musaad eli ga3d yt9l, esa3a 12, elyoum gali a7bk, ma t'hawshna," I said. I was confused, nothing seemed right and it worried me.
"Bsmellah, esa3a 12 shybi dag?" She asked, she was more surprised than me.
"Ana shdrani, 5ayfa ard," I said.
"rdi rdi," she said as she took the phone and answered then sticked to my ear.
"Alo," I said.
"Hala wallah, enshallah ma az3jtkk," Musaad said in a soft tone.
"Hala, la shd3wa abd," I said.
"Enti bl bait?" He asked.
"La hathani raj3a bsyara, laih?" I asked.
"La bs knt bshof sh5bark w bgulk shay" he said. He sounded nervous.
"Smm," i said. Glbi na'3zni wallah
"Ynf3 tjeen bukra? Ma'6n ymdeeni agula bl telephone," he said.
"Bsmellah 5wftni msa3d sh9ayer??" I asked.
"T3ali e9ba7," He said.
"Enshallah, allah yj3lh 5air," i said.
"5air enshallah, yallah m3 eslammah," he said and hung up. His voice was shaky and nervous. Allah ystr bs. He didn't even give me a chance to reply.
I stared at my phone, feeling lost. I don't what to do or say. Is anything wrong with him? He never calls at night . I kept repeating in my head "allah ystr allahum 5air."
"Shfek ? Shgalk?" Ghada asked
I could hear her, but i couldn't reply. I was staring at the road and streets.
"Heh aklmk ana," ghada said as she pushed me lightly
"Hala hala," i said.
"Shfek?" She asked.
"Wla shay shfeni y3ni?" I said.
"Mn youm ma skr w enti t'hojsen, wsh galk?" She said. I swallowed my spit and said,
"Wla shay gltlk," i said as i raised my tone a bit.
"Okay 5la9 chill," she said as she glued her eyes back to her phone.
I ignored her sentence and went back to my train of thoughts until we arrived.
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Next morning
I woke up in a hurry, I checked my phone and it was 9:30 already. I jumped out of my bed and took the quickest shower i've ever had. I threw a midi dress on, dried my hair very quick and applied some sunblock, concealer, mascara, blush and a nude lipstick. I didn't want to scare him with my morning puffed face. Ghada was still asleep i didn't want to wake her up, i called the driver to start the car and rushed downstairs.
"Lila where's my black abaya," i yelled.
"La t9r5een," i heard my mom's voice coming from the living room. '3reeba, she never sits in the living room. I went there I found her reading something from her ipad and having a cup of coffee.
"Hala 9ba7 el5air," i said as i leaned down to kiss the crown of her head.
"9ba7 enour, sh3ndk mtjhza mn bdri?," she asked.
"3ndi sh'3la bl jam3a lazm a5l9ha jdwli 7osa," i said. I had to lie wela btsweeli t78ee8.
"W 97batk wainhom?" She asked.
"Ghada foug nayma w rlbagen mdri bbyot'hom ma jw," i said.
"Aha 6ayb allah y7f'6k la tt25ren," she said as she looked back at her ipad.
I grabbed my abaya from Lila and an apple. Then rushed to the car. As soon as I hopped in, Musaad called, I immediately picked it up.
"Hala," i said
"Hala waink?" He asked. His tone was beyond serious.
"Sorry ra7t 3ali nouma bs hathani 10 minuets bl ktheer w akoon 3ndk," i said.
"Yalla astnak," he said.
Before he hung up i said, "musaad."
"N3m?" He said.
"Tbe ajeeblk shay m3ay?" I asked.
"Tslmeen," he said
"Allah yslmk, yallah m3 eslammah,"
W skr. Why he is acting weirdly sh9ayer
I whatsapp-ed ghada,
Hala ghada
Ana 6l3t shwi w brj3 e4a rj3t 7keetlk kl shay. La tst7ee. Lw tbeen shay gouli 7g lila.
I locked my phone and threw in in my bag.
Whats happening? Whats wrong with him? Is he dying? La bsmellah 3laih. Magdr afkr zyada my mind will blow out.
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Musaad's room, 10:35 AM.
I knocked the door.
"Tf'9li," i heard his voice.
I tip-toed in. He was laying on the bed, his eyes were red and puffy. Was he crying? But he never cries.
"Hala 9ba7 el5air," i said.
"9ba7 enour," he said. He sounded choked.
"Shfeek? Sh9ayer?" I asked. Yarb yn6g. Yarb.
"Mdri shgulk wallah aw kaif," he said and he inhaled heavily. He looked at me, exhaled swallowed his spit then continued, "you'd be glad, don't worry."
I stared at him with confusion, I really don't understand anything, what the heck is wrong with him.
I got closer to him, my nose almost touched his and said in a very pissed off tone, "esm3 Msa3d, tgouli a7bk msheet'ha, ma tt'hawsh m3ay glt ymkn rbi hdah, tdg 3ali esa3a 12 bl lail tgouli t3ali e9ba7 br'9u glt ymkn ybe shay, aje alga 3younk mfg3a mn el9ya7 glt ymkn yt2lm, bs tje tguli shay mwtrk w tgouli i'd be glad about it wallah ma afhm, en6g ya wld enas w ry7 rasi."
He stared at me, he didn't say anything. I sighed deeply and said as I sat on the sofa, "spit it out Msa3d."
Someone knocked the door. Seconds later a doctor showed.
"Eslamu 3laikom," the doctor said as he smiled at us.
"W 3laikom eslam," we both replied.
"Ha4i 56ebtk?" The doctor asked Musaad as he looked at me then looked back at him. Musaad just nodded with a fake smile.
"Hala wallah," the doctor said.
"Ya hala," i said.
"Esm3i e5ti bgulk eyaha be5t9ar w mara7 af9l abd," he said as he took a very deep breathe, then continued, "rjl Musaad ma ga3da tstjeeb, ma ga3da tlt2m bsur3a w el6reega elm6luba, swaina km f79 zyada w ektshfna en erjl f8dt a39abha w hatha eshay y93b w yb62 estjabt'ha swa2 lladwya aw el3amliya."
"Eli afhm mn klamk that his leg will never heal?" I asked, as I stood up and got a little closer to Musaad.
"La enshallah it will, bs ll2sf enh mara7 ygdr ymshi 3laiha marah thaniya," he said.
I looked at Musaad and his eyes were shining from tears that gathered in. What? Is his leg numb? He will never be able to walk on it again? Shga3d y9eer?
"Ma afhm, y3ni his leg will be numb?" I asked, my face was straight, my tone was shaky and my eyes were burning me.
The doctor just nodded.
"L7'6a l7'6a, kaif tgulha bkl bsa6a k4a w entom ma 7awlto tswon shay, mustshfa 6oul b3r'9 b,doctors maleenh tje tgouli bkl bsa6a hl klam? Edniya fw'9a 3ndkom?" I said, but this time I raised my voice to the point that it sounded very shaky.
"Ya e5ti, lw 7na ma 7awlna kan ma jena glna hl klam, 7na doctors w darseen w fahmeen" the doctor said.
I looked at him then looked at Musaad who was tearing.
"Fahmeen 6l, lw entom 9dg fahmeen w 'darseen' kan 7laito kl shay bdoon klam fa'9i," I said and made my way to leave the room. I heard them calling my name but I didn't want to go back I didn't want to face Musaad. I don't have anything to tell him or comfort him. I left the room and started walking through the hallways.
I was lost, very lost. Yes I feel sorry for him and I don't want this to happen to him, but that doesn't mean that I love him. Being numb isn't easy, I believe. And what Musaad meant by, 'you'd be glad about it.' No i'm not. I hate seeing him weak, i hate seeing anyone weak.
My phone rang, i knew it was him, i didn't pick it up. I know if i heard his voice i'll break down sobbing.
I sat on a chair, at the end of the hallway and leant my head back against the wall. I took a very deep breath. What's happening, why do i care that much? Am I "falling" for him? No way Yara, this can't be happening. I shrugged all of these thoughts off. My phone rang again disturbing me, I looked at the caller ID and obviously it was Musaad. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, then picked it up.
"Hala," i said with a very low tone.
"Tst'hblen shklk?" He said, he sounded like he was so pissed off.
"Wsho?" I said, like if i didn't know what I did.
"Please erj3i," he said.
"Laih? Wsh feeh klam y'3th zyadah?" I said.
Stupid yara, you sound like you care too much.
"Ya7lwk, t3ali bs bgulk shay e,doctor ra7," he said as he giggled.
"6ayb," i said and hung up.
I stood up and pulled my legs to his room, i knocked twice before i got in.
"Ha," i said as i stood front of his bed and crossed my arms on my chest.
"Shfeek m39ba 6ayb?" He asked he was smiling
"Madri wsh eli y'97k 6ayb?" I asked as I raised one brow and rolled my eyes.
"I never knew you cared that much wallah," he said.
"Tst'hbl shklk? Mub 3shan 7laya wjhk tra bs 3shan we're getting married very soon," I said.
"We're not," he said.
"What!" I said in shock.
"Listen, we both know that this marriage mub mn 9al7na w klna m'39oben, w damna lgaina shay yknslh laih nkml?" He said.
"3ala asas omk aw omi byr'9oon? Wallah yksron rjli m3ak, 4oul ma hmhom '3air flos'hom w 7na b,3shreen tbn," i said.
"Yara!!! La ttklmen 3nhom k4a!" He said.
"Madri laih tz3l mn e9dg musaad!! Jrbt klmt omk?" I said.
"La," he said.
"Ajal la ttflsf jrb klmha w shf rdha 3shan t9dgni! Omi w omk ahm shay shloun yfozon 3ala b3'9! Meen tksh5 akthr meen t'hay6 akthr! Adri klami yz3l w wla b3umri tmnait a7ki 3nhom k4a bs ll2sf ha4a shay ashofa w 3aysha feeh, omi e4a shaftni mo labsa almas mn foug l,t7t w shn6a geemt'ha b,arb3een alf wela shoes b,sb3 alaf yjeeha shay 3ala 6oul tro7 tshtreeli 3shan gdamk w gdam enas a9eer "bnt n3ma"" i said. Tears started to fall, i couldn't choke them back.
"T3ali 6ayb," he said, his soft tone calmed me down a bit.
I got closer to him, i had no choice but to throw myself into his when he opened them and said, "t3ali."
He hugged me tightly, i needed this hug. He whispered to my ear, "it is just a matter of time yara, everything will fall perfectly in its place."
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10 years later Years later, i was holding Hamad my 6 months old son and watching Musaad playing with Dina our 4 years old daughter by the beach in Marbella. I couldn't be happier. I don't know if I love him or no, but I'm sure that i wouldn't find a better husband and father for my kids. He's gentle, sweet and caring. We fight a lot, but we never slept before we apologize to each other. After Musaad got 3 years of physical therapy he was finally able to walk on his leg not perfectly but pretty much very good. And I still remember his words when I ever feel down, "it is just a matter of time Yara, everything will fall perfectly in its place."
The end.
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