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1. Story number one { Come back when you can..}: I wasn't planning inha t9er a story until today.

She sat down on the brown couch staring at the beige wall in front of her.

"Basma?" Hearing his voice made her feel better she wanted to hug him & cry on his shoulder, but she couldn't! She can't!

He's a part of her past now & she needs to get used to it "I'm not okay" she said "I'm not okay at all"

He sat beside her "Talk to me"...

She talked & talked she was going to fast & half of what she said didn't make sense but she knew he'll try to figure it out, he knew her more then she knew herself, she poured her heart out she screamed she cried & she laughed! She was sick! She was sick of herself, she was sick of her mood swings! "Mazajete thab7atni!" "I'm stressed out!"


He listened he listened to every word, wiped every tear & smiled at every laugh, but he couldn’t help her.

He couldn’t help her because he's not a part of her life anymore… and when ur not a part of someone's life anymore its hard, it's hard to help them, it's hard to show sympathy, it's hard to share a laugh, it's just hard!



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2.Story two, M is for miserable Mona:

"aloo, Nono shlonch?"



"Ahlain Hessa! B5air entay shlonch?"


"b5aaair b5aair, Agool Nono btyen ma3ana el ma6ar el youm?"


"ma6ar? Sh7aga?"


"Mona btsafir"


I sighed, I never thought that she would take that way out, Mona? Ma 3araftkoum 3ala Mona!


Mona was one of my friends she lost her husband a month ago, she was one of the strongest people I ever knew… but she's not that strong anymore, I can feel that there is something missing in her features, something missing in her voice, something missing in her eyes. The happiness that I once felt in Mona was gone, her smile wasn’t wide anymore, her eyes didn’t sparkle anymore and her face lost its glow.


"Tro7en witrdeen bil salama"


"Baroo7 bas mane rada ya Nora"


"ra7 iye youm witrdeen, ra7 iye youm o tinsain"


Her eyes teard up.


"Ma atawa8a3 bansa, ma atwa8a3 biye youm o ansa!"


I choked up with my words


"Ma ra7 tinsain bas ra7 titnasain, ra7 iye el youm ele btg9en feh 3ala 3umrich witgoolen nisait"


Mona threw herself in my arms and cried, she cried her eyes out, Life is crewel! It broke her it broke the strong and tuff Mona!


"Nooooro yal maleeeqa bachaiteeena!"


I smiled.


"Tadreeeeeeen shlon?! Ma ra7 trdeeen la2anich ib tinsain, ra7 trdeeen la2anch ib toolheeen 3aala hal 5bool!"


She giggled.


"Weeeeeh ma atwa8a3 ib toolah! Mn yroo7 London we3eeesh feeha ma yadre wain el Kuwait a9lan!"


"Yalla 3ad! Mako mithil el Kuwait!"


"Uffff bas la tibda wa6aniyat Noooro siktay 3anha"


Mona giggled.


"Group hug!"


We all gave Mona a group hug even Nada, she was too far away but she stuck her arm between our arms to reach Mona.


She pulled away and looked at each one of us


"hadaitlkoum notes! Awal ma trdoon el bait ib tilgoonhoum ma3a omahatkoum"


A tear escaped her eye


"ra7 olah 3alaikoum wayed"


Mona picked up her purse and walked away from us, for the first time in 20 years we realizes that our 5 girls group will be with 4 girls.
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