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"Yalla Basoma wi9alna"




Basma opened her eyes, and saw her mother getting out of the car, She sighed and put her hair into a bun, Basma left the car and walked inside while Shayi5 picked up the bags.



She stood in her place and looked around, she smiled Basma liked the place the entrance was full with flowers.



"Basma!! Kaif 7alik!!"



Basma turned to her left and found a lady standing at the door with her 3abaya a small baby bump.



Basma: ahlain! ana b5air el 7imdallah



The lady walked closer and gave Basma a hug.



Basma: el 7imdallah 3al salama



Lady: allah ysalmik! ana Maha



Basma smiled: ahlain Maha



Maha: kaif 7alik al7en? Enshallah a7san?



Basma nodded: el 7imdallah wayed a7san



Maha and Basma walked to the Shalaih, Basma entered and started greeting everyone and sat beside her grandmother.



The ladies talked, Basma noticed that there were three girls beside Maha, two of them were identical twins and the third one looked a lot younger.



Basma suddenly remembered her suitcase, she looked around the place with her eyes but didn’t find it.



Basma: 3an ithinkoum



She stood up walked upstairs, she had no idea which room was hers so she opened all doors till she found her suitcase.



Basma grabbed the suitcase and sat on the floor, she took a deep breath and unzipped it, took out the navy pullover it was double her size so she was sure that it wasn’t hers, she placed the pullover on a side and took out the wallet and looked through it she found nothing.



Basma: waih sh.hal ashya2 ele ma minha fayda!



Basma switched the mobile and sat against her bed.



Enter password.



Basma: AY SHAY!



Basma had no idea what the password was, she hit her head with her hand and sighed.



She looked around the room and found a photo of her with Mubarak: O555 BAROK!



Basma quickly grabbed her mobile and called Mubarak.



6ooo6



6oooo6

 Alo



Basma: BAROK!



Mubarak: bismilllah!



Basma: Baroook *giggle*



Mubarak: na3am? 5air?



Basma: bas2lik so2al shwaya '3abi o ma atwa8a3 inik t3rif jawaba



Mubarak laughed: 3ayal laish ib tis2lene?



Basma: la2anee 7aaaaail mi7taja el jawab o lazm as2al a7ad!



Mubarak giggled: yalla s2ilay



Basma: ummm ligait mobile o umm ba6alta o madri cham el password.



Mubarak went silent for a moment.



Basma: Barooook



Mubarak: ashwa inch la7athteeha



Basma: shno ihya?

 Mubarak: el jan6a



Basma gasped: inta ele… inta ele?



Mubarak: ee ana ele 7a6ait el jan6a ib kabatich



Basma: bas-



Mubarak: el password 1986, Muwaleedich



Basma was silent, she was really lost.



Mubarak: Basoma fakray bil a'3rath ele jidamch 3adil o atwa8a3 lay ba6altay el mobile ib tifhmene akthar.



Basma: bas-



*Click*



Basma sat their staring at the space in front of her, What Mubarak said actually made her freak out a bit.



Wa7id tis3a thimanya sita.



*Click*



Basma closed her eyes tightly then opened them again… she opened them widely.



Her wallpaper was a picture for her with S3ood, his arms were around her and both of them had big goofy smiles on their faces.



Basma went through her inbox, Read all the messages that were sent by S3ood, from the first message that told her that he was planning on proposing till the last one where he begged her to come back home and said that he's sorry for overreacting.



Basma felt so overwhelmed by all the messages she read, s3ood was so in love with her, she felt that with the way he looked at her, talked to her and now the messages that she read proved her right, she put her hand on her heart and sighed.



Basma didn’t want to fall in love with hi, all over again, but she could feel that she's starting to.



*Knock knock*



Basma whipped away her tears: na3am?!



"Mama said come for lunch"



Basma: okaaay



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Mubarak sat beside Bader in their meetings room, S3ood was busy with some paper work.



Mubarak: agool Bador



Bader: hmm


Mubarak: murtik ra7at el shalaih?



Bader: ee ba3ad tadre yadat.houm mn y9er el jaw 7ilo ma tfarig el shalaih 3adil S3ood


S3ood smiled: ee 3adil


Bader: la malat min ahalna troo7 titwanas ma3a ahalha

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Basma and Maryam sat down on the sea shore, Zaina was playing around them.



BASOOOMA!



Basma: na3am Zayoona!



Zaina: 9edene



Maryam: way Basoom 7igreeha wala mintay m5al9a mn 6alabat.ha!!



Basma giggled: 7aram 3alaich



Basma ran behind Zaina, Zaina ran as fast as her tiny feet would take her and their giggles became louder and louder.



Zaina looked behind her: Ahhhhhhhhhh!



Basma giggled: kaaani garaaaaabt!



Basma grabbed Zaina's coat and carried her.



Zaina: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah laaa!



Basma giggled she was out of breath: way bas Zayoona ta3abt



Basma put Zaina down and looked around for a while, she was one Shalaih away from their shalaih.

 Basma: yalla Zayoona 9irna b3ad 3an el shalaih



Basma turned around to pick Zaina up but she didn’t find her: *gasp* ZAINA?!!!



"Na3am"



Basma looked to her right and found Zaina sitting down and drinking water, an old lady was sitting beside her.



Basma: abaih 5alti asfa!! Zayoon!



"Basma yuma shlonch?"



Basma quickly looked at the old lady.



Ashwa ina t3rfna!!



Basma: b5air el 7imdallah, intay shlonch 5alti?



" el 7imdallah"



Basma was shy to ask the old lady who was she, So she just thank her for giving Zaina water and asked Zaina to come with her.



While Basma held Zaina's hand to leave their shalaih



"Basma….ana yadat S3ood"



Basma froze in her place, she quickly turned around: yadat-



S3ood's grandmother smiled and nodded: ee yadat S3ood



Basma's eyes watered, She remembered the messages that she read, She remembered her father's strong rejection and hate for S3ood and his family, and now her day is perfectly ending by knowing that S3ood's chalet was one chalet away from her.