2. Shlon ur spring breaks/midterms? :p
3. Postain wara ba3ath? atwa8a3 ina ine khosh blogger :p
4. This post goes to Mudmin Rwaished!! Have fun in London :D
5. the post is LONG
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
"Madam! Mama Fatma on the phone"
Their mother left them and walked to the telephone.
Basma: Barok shfek?
Mubarak was breathing heavily.
Basma: waay Mubarak sh9ayr?! Wagaft galbi gool!
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!!
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.
Basma: alo ahlain Najla!
Najla: hala Basma
Basma: Najol shlonch? 9arlich moda malich 7is
Najla: ytarawali mali wayh y9er le 7is
Najla: Basom ana sawait wayed ashya2 '3ala6 o ma astahil t3amlene ib 6eeba
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
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?
Mubarak: ya3ni la yayitch el sharika wala ga3ditich bil bait mufeeda?
Their mother came out of her room: ha Barok mama yet?
Mother: wain obok?
Mubarak: yay bil 6reej
Mother: ana baro7 achayik 3al '3ada
Basma: baro7 el jam3iya!
Basma: bitwadene 3gub el '3ada!
Mubarak: laish ita3bene ro7ay bro7ich!
Basma: shfayditik ib 7ayati?!
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 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
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.
Basma took a deep breath and opened the door.
Basma: yuba ba'3aitne?!
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
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?