Come back when you can -FINALE-

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1. Shakhbarkoum?!

2. Wayed s2alone if i'll write a story after this, O enshallah I will bas mu al7een!! Ya3ni so far no inspiration, bas enshallah it will hit me soon ;p

3. I love u all, thank u for all ur comments, thank u for ur support!!

4. This post goes to ALL of my readers, silent o mu silent ;p

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-After two years-




Mubarak leaned on the cold wall of the hospital, he closed his eyes.



Basma rushed towards him: Mubarak



Mubarak: ra7 tmoot *gasp* ra7 tmoot



Basma: Mubarak la tgool chithi



Mubarak hit his fist against the wall, and leaned on the wall till he reached the floor.

 Basma: Mubarak 7abebe goom… la tig3ad 3al arth goom

 Mubarak sighed and closed his eyes.

 Basma turned around and looked helplessly at S3ood, he walked towards them.



S3ood put his hand on Mubarak's shoulder: afa yal burk afa! 9al 3al nibi



Mubarak: 3alaih el 9alat wil salam



S3ood sat beside Mubarak, Basma sighed and sat on the chair in front of them.



Mubarak: magdar a5asirha Sa3ood magdar



S3ood: adri *sigh* awal ma 6alagt Basma 9akat fene el dinya.. ma kint akil 3adil wala anam 3adil wala asawi ay shay! Ib 5asarat.ha 7asait ine 5asart el dinya Kilha! O '3air chithi i7timal inha tmoot kan ib bali kil youm… *sigh* 5ula9at el 7ache! Fahim sh3orik bas ako farg baini o bainik



Basma smiled, S3ood really loves her and she can see and feel it every day!



Mubarak: shil farg?



S3ood: lama ana t3abat nafsete Basma ma kanat 9a7ya 3ashan tshoofne… kanat ib '3aybooba… ama Ghalya fa kaahe! 9a7ya tisma3 o tshoof witla7th



Basma: Barok ihya ra7at America o ma 5alitik tkon ma3aha 3ashan ma tith3af chithi! O lama da5iltlik ib 7ayat.ha mara thanya o 9arat murtik tha3aft jidamha!! Mubarak la7ith nafsik inta ryoolik mu gadir tshelhoum!



Mubarak sighed.

 Basma put her hand on her belly, she didn’t want her baby to be born in these sad and dramatic days for her family, she really wanted everything to go back on track soon.



S3ood: 9al 3al nibi o goom ig3ad da5il ma3aha



"Mubarak mama Ghalya tnadeek"



Mubarak sighed and stood up, Basma gave him a warm smile and he walked in Ghalya's room.



The doctor walked towards Basma and S3ood, Basma stopped him.



Basma: doctor shlon Ghalya.. 3asa ga3d tit7asan?



The doctor sighed: tabone akon 9are7 ma3akoum?



Basma nodded, S3ood held her hand tightly.



Doctor: 7alat.ha ma ga3id tit6awar o-



Basma: bas doctor la tkamil



The doctor sighed and left them.



Basma: i7sas Mubarak 9a7! I7sasa 9a7!



S3ood held Basma in his arms: ufff allah ysahil



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Mubarak sat on the chair facing Ghalya's bed, she opened her eyes slowly, her face was pale she was weak, and he felt it! He felt her weakness and hated it.



Mubarak looked so tired and Ghalya noticed.



"Mubarak"



Her low voice reached his ears, he quickly stood up: na3am?

 Ghalya: mita a5ir mara nimt?



"Ams" Mubarak lied

 Ghalya raised an eyebrow, Mubarak smiled: shno?



Ghalya: ta3al insidi7 yame

 Mubarak: la mabe a2athech o-



Ghalya: Mubarak



Mubarak smiled and laid down beside Ghalya, He put his head on Ghalya's chest and her hand went through his hair, Mubarak closed his eyes while hearing Ghalya's heart beating, and when he woke up the bets were gone… Ghalya was gone.

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"AHHHHHHH S3OOD"



S3ood stood up: shfech?!



Basma: atwa8a3 ine bolad!



S3ood: titwa83ain inch ib toldeen?!



Basma: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH



S3ood: OOOOBBBBBB!!



Basma: S3OOOD RA7 OLAD!!!



S3ood: RA7 TOLDEEN!



Basma: S3OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!



S3ood: BASMAAAAAAAAAAAAA!


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Mubarak felt numb, he couldn’t feel anything, he couldn’t even feel the tears that were falling on his cheeks.



He sat on the floor facing Ghalya's room, her mother rushed towards him: MUBARAK!



He shook his head and covered his face with both hands, His mother rushed towards him.



Mother: Mubarak mama goom 3an el arth



Mubarak stood up and threw himself in his mother's arms: Bas 7abebe bas



Mubarak: Ghalya raa7at yuma Ghalya ra7at


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Basma held her baby girl in her arm, she couldn’t take her eyes off her.



Basma: Hii!! Ana omch!



S3ood laughed and sat beside Basma and kissed her on her forehead: el 7imdallah 3ala salamtich



Basma smiled: allah ysalmik



Zayoona: shno isimha?!!



S3ood: lal7en ma 3indaha isim!



Zayoona giggled.



Basma looked at Maryam and her face was pale, she knew something bad happened.



Basma: Maryom sh9ayir?



Maryam's eyes were full of tears: Ghalya



Basma closed her eyes tightly and held her baby to her chest, S3ood held them both and sighed, Basma's tear fell on her baby's face, she quickly whipped it away.



Zayoona: ma y9eeer ma 3indaha isim!! Lazm 3indaha isim



Basma: binsameha Ghalya *sniff* isimha Ghalya



Life is so ironic, a life was taken and another life was given on the same day, Ghalya died and left Mubarak in his sadness, Basma's baby Ghalya came and made her life joyful.



All of my characters came back, they came back when they had the chance to.



Some of my character's planned the future and thought that everything will go as they wished but their plans were corrupted, their hopes were shattered and their hearts were broken, but I'm sure that some day they will come back, they'll come back to their loved ones, they'll come back to their normal boring lives again, they'll come back and pretend that their wounds are healed and that they're happy even if a part of them is missing.

-The end-

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1.Shlonkoum?!

2. Ah I'm in a really bad mood and I have no idea WHY!

3. O 6ab3an as my twitter followers know, 34 will be the last part of the story ;) 

4. This post goes to Anon N, min ziman I didn't dedicate a post to u;* 

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S3ood sat on his car and waited for Basma, he closed his eyes hoping that everything is okay, he really didn’t want anything bad to happen.

"S3ood"

S3ood turned around and saw Basma standing: 3yon S3ood

She smiled and walked towards him: lazm agoolik shno 9ar!! TA5AYAL!-

S3ood: ihday mako shay yiswa

Basma: imbala imbala yiswa!!

S3ood opened the trunk of his car

Basma giggled: shno hatha?

S3ood smiled: ladies first

Basma laughed hoped inside, S3ood sat in front of her.

S3ood: sh9ar?

Basma: dashait el bait wala omi tgol ako wa7da isimha umm isimha umm om 5alid!

S3ood: om 5alid?!

Basma: ee!! O om 5alid 56ibatne 7ag waladha o-

S3ood: NA3AM?!

Basma: S3ood isma3ne lay el a5ir

S3ood: Basma intay min 9ijch?! Shno wa7id 5a6bich o shno asmi3ich lay el a5ir!

Basma: omi galat awafi8 3ala ele-

S3ood: ra7 twaf8een 3alay ana la2ane a7ibich o walaht 3alaich.. ra7 twaf8en 3alay ana la2ane walaht 3al sticky notes ele tarseen el thalaja.. walaht 3ala re7at el lavender ele tatris el sha8aa 3gub ma tit7amimain!! Walaht 3ala el frames ele mkawdat.houm bil 9ala o kil youm tgolele lay yibna 3yal ib natris hal frames ib 9iwarhoum!

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"el 7imdallah ma fene shay al7en bas lazm aro7 araji3 bain fatra o fatra"

Mubarak: aha

Mubarak tried so hard to show '3alya that he didn’t care, but his heart ached for her, she went through a lot without him and she regrets letting him go.

Mubarak sighed.

Ghalya: Mubarak please sami7ine

Mubarak: intay m9adga ine agdar ashel 3alaich wala akrihich?!

Ghalya smiled: sawait ele sawaita la2anik ma tistahil! Ma tistahil t3esh 7ayatik ma3a wa7da mareetha!!

Mubarak: wintay min galich ina 3indi mani3? '3alya ib hal thalath sneen ma mar youm ele yetay feh 3ala bali

Ghalya smiled.

Mubarak: 3ala kithir ma 7awalt ashelich min bali o asawi nafsi mo mihtam *sigh* trdeen ta6ren 3ala bali… Ghalya tadren kil youm kint agool 7ag nafsi 3adi trid mayta!! 3adi trid o aroo7 a3aze ahalha ib moot.ha! o kil youm…. kil youm galbi y3awirne akthar!

Ghalya's eyes were full of tears: Mubarak-

Mubarak: kil youm a7awil a9er ejabe wagool la titsha2am akeed bitrid mithil el awal o a7san! O-

Ghalya: MUBARAK!

Mubarak sighed: na3am

Ghalya: 5ala9 ana radait al7en… ana hne ma3ak!

Ghalya put her hand on Mubarak's hand

Ghalya: kil shay berid mithil el awal o a7san

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S3ood cupped Basma's face.

S3ood: Basma ma at5ayal tkoneen b7ithin rayal thani! Ma at5ayal tkoneen ib 7ayat rayal thani '3airi! Basma intay 7abebte ana o murti ana o ma7ad ib hal dinya lah el 7ag ya5thich mini!!

Basma: S3ood-

S3ood: lazm ti5taraini ana! Ana-

Basma: S3OOD!! Akeed ba5tarik inta akeed inta!

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1.Shlonkoum?!

2. Mishtahyaa cookies :/

3. This post goes to all the people that I never dedicated a post to! This goes to YOU!

4. The post is really really really LONG.

Enjoy it;**

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Basma: yuba min 9ijik!

Father: ee yuba min 9iji!

Basma: yuba! Atwa8a3 ine ra7 abche!

Basma's father laughed:  ytarawali 5athait el okay min el 3aros!

Basma blushed and ran out of her father's office to Mubarak's room.

Basma: MUBARAK!

Mubarak: 5AIR!

Basma: S3OOD 5A6ABNE MIN OBOY EL YOUM!

Mubarak smiled: bas bas yali mu shayfa 5air!

Basma: ABE STARBUCKS!

Mubarak laughed: yalla badlay

Basma laughed and rushed to her room.

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"Ee wala… akeed 9ali7 khosh walad wil ni3im feha.. hehehe 7abeebte "

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Basma increased the volume of the radio and started singing along.

"O MIN SHIFTAHAA YA NAAS NASATI WAAAISH ISIMI!! ANA ASH.HAD INE 9IRT MAJNOONAHA RASMI"

Mubarak: gaaa9raaaay!

"O 7UBHAA '3AZAAANE 7AAAIL THAWAGNE 6A3IM EL WAAIL"

Mubarak parked the car: yalla nizlaaay!

Basma: la laaa please lama t5aaali9 el '3niya

Mubarak: nizlaaay la adrich el bait!

Basma giggled and got out of the car, She walked inside and Mubarak walked behind her.

Basma: ALLLLLLLLLAH! A7IB RE7AT STARBUCKS!

Mubarak smiled: shtabene tshrben?

Basma: hmmmm

Mubarak: laa? El salfa feha tafkeer ta3alay 5anwa5ir 3an el nass 3ala ma t8arireen

Mubarak took a few steps back and he hit someone , He quickly turned around: asif

Mubarak lifted his head and saw a familiar face, A person that he once knew, It was '3alya, she was standing right in front of him, her face was so pale,  her long black hair was short, her bright eyes were so tired and red.

Mubarak started breathing heavily, he couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Basma: Barok shfek?!

Basma walked towards Mubarak and saw '3alya.

Basma: '3aloooy!!

Ghalya gave Basma a weak smile, Basma rushed towards her and gave her a hug.

Ghalya: ahlain Basma

Mubarak felt like he couldn’t breathe, it's been a really long while since her heard her voice.

Ghalya: shlonik Mubarak?

Mubarak stood in his place and stared at her, '3alya was the love of his life and wife to be, she pushed him away from her once she knew she had cancer, she didn’t allow him to be a part of her life, she didn’t let him help, she didn’t let him be on her side.

Mubarak sighed,'3alya's eyes were full of tears, Mubarak shock his head and walked out of starbucks, Basma rushed after him: MUBARAK!

He ignored her and walked to his car, He stood in front of his car: Basma yalla!

Basma: Mubarak shno yalla!? Shifna '3alya! '3alya kanat da5il o bidal la tgoolha shay mishait o hadait.ha?!

Mubarak: ana??! Ana ele mishait o hadait.ha wala ihya ele safarat o hadatne?! Ihya ele *sigh* ihya ele 8arirat inha troo7 wit.hidne mo ana Basma mo ana!

Basma: Mubarak 7ach.ha! 7ach.ha Yimkin 3indha shay tgoolik yah!

Mubarak shock his head: shbitgol?! Shbitgol Basma? Inha asfa? Aw inha radat el deera o ma feha shay? O BA3DAIN?! SHRA7 YINFA3NE ASAF.HA? SHRA7 YINFA3NE?

Mubarak leaned on his car: kil el sneen ele ra7aw o i7na ma kina feha ma3a ba3ath ib sibabha! Ihya ele 6ala3tne min 7ayat.ha! ana ele timasakt feha lay a5ir la7tha wihya ele ra7at!

Basma's eye's were full of tears, it was so heart breaking ,all of it!! '3alya leaving, Mubarak waiting for her for 3 years and Mubarak's broken heart and voice.

Mubarak took a deep breath and lifted his head, Basma saw his eyes winded.. she turned around and found '3alya standing.

Ghalya whipped her tears away and started walking towards him: 9a7 *gasp* kil ele gilta 9a7 Mubarak.. ana ele hadaitik o ri7t! o 9a7 i3tithari ma ra7 ysawi shay

Mubarak: i3titharich ma ra7 yridle el sneen ele kint an6irich feha

Ghalya: Mubarak inta tistahil a7san!

Mubarak: O MN GALICH INA INTAY ELE LAZM T8ARIRIEEN 3ANI!

Basma: Mubarak ihda

Mubarak sighed and gave Basma a weak smile: Basma yalla 5al namshe

Basma stood in front of her brother: ana badig 3ala shai5 iyene o inta o '3alya gi3daw o tifahimaw

Mubarak looked at '3alya: mako shay intifaham feh

Ghalya couldn’t stop her tears, Mubarak's heart ached for her but he was hurt! She hurt him.

Basma: Mubarak please 3ashan 5a6ri

Mubarak looked at '3alya's pleading eyes and walked towards starbuck, she gave him a weak smile and walked behind him

Basma sighed took her mobile out and called the driver.

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Ghalya and Mubarak ordered their drinks and sat down, Mubarak couldn’t lift his head, he couldn’t look her in the eye, he was hurt.

Ghalya: Mubarak ana asfa

Mubarak: asafich ma ra7 yridle kil el sneen ele ni6artich fehoum! Asafich ma ra7 y'3ayir shay

Ghalya: asafi ra7 y7asisik ine 7asa ib '3ala6i!

Mubarak: el kil lamne! El kil gali shlon ya Mubarak shlon?! Shlon t5ale murtik lama iktishaft inha mareetha! Shagoolhoum '3alya shagoolhoum?! Agoolhoum la wala murti 8arirat ina ni6lag o galat ina el a7san ine a6la3 min 7ayat.ha!

Ghalya: wagt.ha kint ashofa a7san 7al!

Mubarak: a7san 7al?!! ma kan lich 7ag '3alya! Ma kan lich 7ag t8arireen 3ani!

Ghalya was about to say something.

Mubarak: tamait mitmasik fech lay a5ir la7tha… intay ele gisitay 3alay intay ele 6ala3tene min 7ayatich '3a9ib!

Ghalya took a deep breath: wal7en?

Mubarak: shno al7en?

Ghalya: Mubarak inta-

Mubarak: ma tizawajt wala 7abait 3gbich… hatha ana…3ala 7a6ait edch ma ta'3ayar shay ib 7ayati

Mubarak wished that he would take her in his arms, but he couldn’t, she hurt him so much and he kept all the pain in side him.

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"Haw Basoma ri7atay ma3a Mubarak o raditay ma3a el sayi8?"

Basma smiled: umm ee ri7na starbucks umm wala ylage rifeja o ga3ad wiya

Mother: haw

Basma rolled her eyes and giggled.

Mother: ma 3alaina.. bagolch shay

Basma: okay?

Mother: ta3alay gi3day yami

Basma sat beside her mother: na3am

Mother: 6ab3an adri oboch galich 3an S3ood

Basma smiled: ee

Mother: awal ma 6ala3taw daagat 3ala Um 5alid

Basma raised an eyebrow: um 5alid?

Mother: ee wa7da min refejatii el 8idam

Basma: aha?

Mother: o 56ibtch 7ag waladha

Basma: na3am?!

Mother: ma tadre ina S3ood 56ibch wala gitlha

Basma: o laish ma giltelha?!

Mother: gilt agolch awal o intay tfakreen

Basma: yuma intay min 9ijch?!

Mother: ee min 9iji! Mama etha tabeen triden 7ag 7ayatich el 8adeema ma3a S3ood ma 3indi mani3 o etha ib tabden 7ayat ydeeda ma3a 9ali7 ham ma 3indi mani3!

Basma stood up: 3an ithnch yuma

Basma rushed to her room and sent S3ood a message

I NEED TO SEE YOU NOW!

Free zone?!

Basma took a deep breath and sat on her bed, her mobile buzzed

Masafat el 6reej wakon hnak

She smiled, S3ood knew that she needed him and decided to be there for her without asking why and without knowing if it’s a really big deal or Basma was over reacting, he just knew that she needed him and had to be there for her and she loved that!

هو و هي

هو:ما هو حلمكِ ؟

هي: أن أتوقف عن الحلم

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هي: أننام لننسى أم ننسى لننام؟

هو: ننام لننسى أبصم لك أنه مشروع فاشل و أما أن كنا ننتظر الأولى لن ننام أبدا

هي: أحاول أحيانا انسي لكي أنام و لكن النسيان لا يحبني

هو: الأمر ليس شخصي المشكلة فقط أزليه بين النوم و الذاكرة, لا دخل لكِ فيها

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هو:لما تكونِ دوماً بخير ؟

هي: ولما لا أكون؟

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هو: بماذا يوحي لكِ الشتاء؟

هي: ان البرد ليس حكرا عليه

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هو: المنازل ؟

هي: سجون صغيرة ندخلها سعداء وَ بإرادتنا

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 هو:متى تنامين بأريحية ؟

هي: عندما تستيقظ أحلامي

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هي : من سيجيبني ان لم يفعلوا !؟

هو : لا احد



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5. the post is LONG

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Basma left her room and walked to the dining table

Basma: 9aba7 el 5air

Mother: 9aba7 el nor

Mubarak was too busy with his mobile and didn’t notice Basma, His face was so pale she knew something bad happened.

Basma: yuma wain oboy?

Mother: ra7 el sharika

Basma: aha

"Madam! Mama Fatma on the phone"

Their mother left them and walked to the telephone.

Basma: Barok shfek?

Mubarak: Basoma

Mubarak was breathing heavily.

Basma: waay Mubarak sh9ayr?! Wagaft galbi gool!

Mubarak: '3alya

Basma: SHFEHA!

Mubarak: '3alya *gulp* '3alya bil Kuwait

Basma: AHH! Way zain galbi ma wigaf 3abali 9ar feha shay!

Mubarak kept staring at his mobile.

Basma: Barok el message yak minha?

Mubarak sighed: la wa7id min el rabi3 kan ma3aha bil 6ayara o 3arafha min o5oha

Basma sighed and sat in front of her brother: t.haga radat la2anha a7san?

Mubarak: aw la2anha ma ta7asinat

Basma: way Barok laish mitsha2im!

Mubarak: madri Basom madri galbi mo mirta7

Basma saw their mother walking towards them and changed the subject.

Basma: waaay kilish mali 5ilg dawam!

Mubarak sipped his coffee quickly: yalla ana mashi

Basma: ma ra7 tan6irne?

Mubarak: laaa ta2a5arna wintay lal7een ma badaltay!!

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Basma decided to ditch work, she sat on the couch and closed her eyes, she remembered Najla it's been a long time since they talked so she decided to call her.

"Alo?"

Basma: alo ahlain Najla!

Najla: hala Basma

Basma: Najol shlonch? 9arlich moda malich 7is

Najla: ytarawali mali wayh y9er le 7is

Basma sighed.

Najla: Basom ana sawait wayed ashya2 '3ala6 o ma astahil t3amlene ib 6eeba

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The elevator door opened and Mubarak saw Faris standing

Mubarak: winta lik 3ain twa6wi6 hne!

Faris: had a39abik Mubarak

Mubarak raised an eyebrow

Faris: gilt 7ag obok o yadik kil shay! Shlon sa7abt el sabi3talaf o mno sa3adne!

Mubarak: in shiftik hne mara thanya-

Faris: la t7ate ma ra7 tshof rig3at wayhi mara thanya

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Mubarak came back from work and found Basma laying lazily on the couch

Mubarak: wana agool laish el sharika mnawra el youm 6ala3tay mo mdawma

Basma: laaaaa?! Malat bas malat!

Mubarak: shno '3adana?

Basma: madri

Mubarak: ya3ni la yayitch el sharika wala ga3ditich bil bait mufeeda?

Basma: BAROOOOOOOOOK!

Their mother came out of her room: ha Barok mama yet?

Mubarak: ee

Mother: wain obok?

Mubarak: yay bil 6reej

Mother: ana baro7 achayik 3al '3ada

Basma: baro7 el jam3iya!

Mubarak: ta3ban

Basma: bitwadene 3gub el '3ada!

Mubarak: laish ita3bene ro7ay bro7ich!

Basma: shfayditik ib 7ayati?!

Mubarak: ufff

Basma stood up and walked to her room, she saw her father walk up the stairs

Father: el salam 3alaikoum

Basma: wa3alikoum el salam.. shlonik baba?

Father: b5air… baba Basoma Abeech ib maktibi 3gub el '3ada

Basma started freaking out, her father's face had no expression at all!

Basma: enshallah

Basma turned around and winded her eyes at Mubarak, he shrugged his shoulders.

Mother: obokoum yah?

Basma was nervous, she had no idea what happened in the company today!

Mubarak: ee ra7 ybadil

Mother: yalla 3ayal 5al agolhoum yanchbon

Basma quickly sat beside Mubarak: Barook sh9ar el youm?

Mubarak: sh9ar wain?

Basma: bil sharika sh9ar?!

Mubarak: ma 9ar shay

Basma: way Mubarak shlon ma 9ar shay! Ma shift Faris?

Mubarak: imbala! Bsaim laykoun lich 3ala8a ib yayita el sharika!

Basma: way Barok goole sh9ar ba3dain agoolik

Basma suddenly heard her father's voice she went silent.

Father: yalla yuba el akil zahib

Basma stood up and stepped on Mubarak's feet: AYY!

Basma whispered: tistahil!

The family sat on the dining table and ate their lunch, Basma was silent the whole time, Her father, mother and Mubarak were talking about random things.

When her father finished his plate, he put his spoon down: el 7imdallah

Basma and Mubarak looked at each other.

Father: om Mubarak 5al iyebole el chay maktibi

Mother: enshallah

Mubarak: basich bal3 o ro7ay 7ag oboy… 5anshof el salfa!

Basma: Barok! Mabe! Tyabast ib mokane mo gadra at7arak

Mubarak: taben ashotich 3ashan tit7arikain?!

Basma quickly got up: ya kirhik!

Basma rushed to the bathroom washed her hand and walked to her father's office, She knocked on the door.

"Ta3alaya baba"

Basma took a deep breath and opened the door.

Basma: yuba ba'3aitne?!

Father: ee

Basma stood in front of her father

Father: gi3day baba shfech wagfa

Basma sat on the chair in front of her father's desk.

Father: el youm lama ri7t el sharika ligat Faris yan6irne ana o yadich ib '3urfat el ijtima3at

Basma: ee?

Father: gali kil shay

Basma: kil shay 3an shno?!

Father: ina awal ma rad min America o ohwa y7awil ysawi mishakil bainch o bain S3ood o ta3amad sa7ab el floos min mizaniyat el sharika ma3a isti8alat S3ood o shayashna 3alaih o 6ala3 ohwa ele ma5ith el floos

Basma: aha, Ya3ni kan kalame 9a7 S3ood mala sh'3il

Father: ee kan kalmch 9a7

Basma: yuba S3ood rayle a3arfa 3adil!

Basma's heart ached when she said that sentence she sighed.

Her father smiled: o 3ala 6ari S3ood

She quickly opened her eyes: ee?!

Father: ya 56ibich mine el youm

Basma's smile widened: Shno?!

Father: S3ood Al Flani ya 56ibich mine el youm! Shgiltay?