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

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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-