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1. Thank you all for the comments I'm really glad that u liked the story ;)

2. EL JAW IYANIN! Allah ytamim :p

3. I'm really sleepy enshallah el post ma feh mistakes :p

4. This post is really close to me la2ana it reminds me of my relationship with my brother ;)

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6. The post is VERY long 7ala 7al baji el posts ;)  

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Basma's eyes were wide open, she couldn’t go back to sleep, she got out of bed and got into the bathroom, she took a long shower.



Basma blow dried her hair and sat in front of the mirror staring at her reflection, Yalla Basoma bas 3a9rat mo5 wa7da o ra7 titthakrain ashya2 wayed!


She closed her eyes and tried to remember, she saw nothing but what she dreamed of! falling into a pound and someone pulling her out


Basma looked around the room to find a wall watch: haw shlon ma 3indi sa3a bil dar?


She opened the drawers and started looking for a watch


Basma: allah album!


She got in out and sat on the floor, she looked through each picture , to a normal person each picture holds a memory but to Basma none of those pictures held any memories


Her eyes teard up, mo ma38ola nisait kil shay! Mo ma38ola! Ele fahamta mn Najla ine kint 6al3a mn el bait o sawait 7adith, ingalbat fene el sayara o yat el 6aga 3ala rasi, el 7imdallah ene ma mit bas ib sibat.ha fa8adt thakirte


She smiled at every picture, her smiles were so wide and she looked so happy, she was so full of life and it showed in her face and the stories she heard about "herself".


Basma slowly opened her door and peeked outside, Mubarak's door was closed, she walked to the living room it was so quiet and peace full , the sun rays were gently filling the place, she smiled and looked around, she used to love sunlight and she remembered that.


"9aba7 el 5air"


Basma heard a whisper: ahlain mama, 9aba7 el nor


Mother: laish ga3adtay mbachr 7abebte? Ako shay y3awrich? Ma gidartay tnamen? El frash mo moree7?


Basma shook her head: la mama kil shay kan tamam bas shiba3t noom!


Her mother smiled: 6ool 3umrich awal wa7da ga3da bil bait!


Basma smiled.


Mother: Barok ma gam?


Basma: la


Mother: baroo7 aga3id oboch o achayik 3ala el ryoog 3ala ma ygoomon


Basma: ag3ad Barok?


Her mother nodded.


Basma ran to Mubarak's room and opened the door : RISE AND SHINE CUPCAKE!


Mubarak: BASMOOOOOOOOOOOOO


Basma opened the shutter and curtains to allow the sunshine in: GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM


Mubarak: maaaaaaaaaaaaaabe


Basma giggled and jumped on his bed: GOOM


Mubarak: BASOM WALA IN MA 6ALA3TAY LA ASHOOTICH SHOOTA TWA9LICH LAY EL BAB!


Basma laughed so hard she fell off the bed.


Basma: aaaaaah!


Mubarak laughed: yal maynoona ta3awartay?


Basma shook her head.


Mubarak: 7asafa


Basma laughed and jumped back on Mubarak's bed: maleee8


Mubarak: yaaaa rabi! Enshallah tathlfeen Basoom!


Basma: agool Barok?


Mubarak: haa?


Basma: inta troo7 el dawam?


Mubarak laughed: 3umre 28 sina o ma aroo7 dawam 8awiya


Basma giggled: inzain ana aroo7?


Mubarak was silent for a moment then replied: la


Basma: laish? Najool galatle 9arli sintain mit5arja mn el jam3a


Mubarak: sina o ni9


Basma: ugh ma tafrig! Laish ma asht'3il?


Mubarak went silent again: la2anch kasoola


Basma: BAROOOOOOOOOK!


Mubarak jumped off bed and walked to the bathroom.


She sat on his bed thinking, s3ood was the first "strange" thing and now it's her job!


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Basaaim pass el zaytoon


BSAIM


Basma: ha?!


Mubarak: Zaytooooooooooon


Basma: ok ok!


Mother: Basooma mama taben azedch 3a9eer?


Basma shook her head.


Father: Barok el youm 3indina meeting ma3a 3yal el flani


Mubarak nodded: adri


Father: zahabt ma3a s3ood el ta8areer?


Mubarak: ee


Basma: agool baba?


Father: na3am baba


Basma: umm ana laish ma asht'3il?


Her father smiled: mita ma taben tishta'3lain ta3alay el sharika 3inde o ash'3lich


Basma smiled, he didn’t answer her question, Just like what Mubarak did.


Mubarak: yalla yuba ta2a5rna


Mubarak & his father left to the company, Mubarak gave his mother a quick kiss on the forehead and left.


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HHEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLO! Khala Khawla… Basoooma!!


Basma was so deep in thought she didn’t notice Najla


Najla: HELLO BASOOMA!


Basma: hi


Najla: 9arli sa3a anade


Basma: way Najol ya3ni mista7ya ti93deen


Najla giggled: 5osh point


Najla jumped in the couch beside Basma


Najla: shlonch el youm?


Basma nodded: tamam


Najla: taben nroo7 shopping?


Basma shook her head.


Najla: ok


Najla got up and opened the TV


Basma: Najool


Najla: hmm


Basma: ma tisht'3lain?


Najla: imbala asht'3il ib sharikat yadi


Basma: ufff shmi3na ana ma ashti'3il feha!


Najla smiled: umm Khalti Khawla mawjooda


And it happens for the third time, everyone is avoiding this question.


Najla: yalla Basooma ana bamshi


Basma: haw ma midach yeeetay!


Najla: bas kint bachayik 3alaich o abe ykoon le 3ithir 3ala el ta25eeer


Basma smiled


Najla: yalla bye


Basma: bye


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Basma was bored to death she couldn’t believe that she stayed like this for one and a half year after university


Basma: MUSTA7EEEEEEEL! Waaay 6agat chabdi!


Basoooma mita maw3id el 6abeeeb


Basma: taaw el nass! El maw3id youm el arbii3a


Okkkaaay


Basma walked to her room, opened her closet


She decided to wear a navy dress and a maroon cardigan, she put her hair into a ponytail wore her black chanel flats and walked out of the room


Oh la7tha el mafroth ma3ay mobile o jan6a!


She giggled and went back to her room,


Basma: Allllah jna6e wayed!


She grabbed a purse and left the room.


Basma: Maaaaaamaaa!!


Mother: na3am?


Basma: ba6la3!


Mother: haw wain btro7en?


Basma went to her mother's room


Basma: ba7oos bil Nizha shway


Mother: la tsogen! Ro7ay ma3a Shaayi5


Basma: mno shayi5?


Mother: Sayi8na!


Basma giggled: ok! El marfooth 3indi mobile o bok 9a7?


Her mother nodded, she opened her closet and took out a bag, got the wallet out and gave it to Basma


Basma: wil mobile?


Her mother thought about it for a minute, she opened a drawer and took a mobile out


Mother: tifathilay


Basma: oh sh.hal mobile el ydeed! Ylig!


Basma's mother smiled: ee ydeed, mobilich tikasar bil 7adith


Basma: oh 7asafa! Akeed feh wayed 9iwar o ar8am!


Her mother nodded.


Mother: ar8amna mawjoda feeh, ra8mi o ra8am oboch o yaditich o Barook o Najla


Basma nodded: ok, umm yala mama bye


Her mother was a bit worried to let her leave the house alone, but she didn’t want to stop her.


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Shayi5 was sitting in the car when Basma got it.


Basma: hello shaaayi5 shlonik?


Shayi5 shook his head: Hi mama Baseema how are u?


Basma: I'm fine! Yalla shayi5 5anro7


Shayi5: wain?


Basma took a deep breath: sharika


Shayi5 drove off without asking her which "sharika" did she want to go to


Basma: shayi5 inta t3rif ay sharika?


Shayi5 nodded: sharika baba Hamad


Basma remembered that her grandfather's name was Hamad.


Basma: ee 9a7


Shayi5: shno fe mama Baseema intay kila yroo7 hnak gabil


Basma crossed her eyebrows, Kila aroo7 hnak gabil? Shlon oboy o Barook o Najla galaw ine ma kint asht'3il feha wala kint aro7? Shil salfa laish ma7ad rathe ygooli el 9ij!