Empty Spaces -3-

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1. Thank you all for the feedback on the last post I really appricate it!

2. Please ignore spelling mistakes, I don't have the time to review it and its a long post

3. This post goes to RSAS, Thank you for everything;*

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"NA3AM? Mama Nora! Min 9ijch?"



Grandmother: ee mama min 9iji!


Lama: mit2akda ina Barak? Akeed galat Barak?


Grandmother: ee ee aked!!


Lama: ma 6aaal ib wayhe ams! Wala ykalmne! Shyabe fene ytzawajne?


Grandmother: haw mu shar6 7abich o maat fee 7ubich! Zawaj ahal ya yuma! Oma mdi7tich 3inda o gaal okay! Aw khofch el walad mu3jaab fech wintay mu mla7tha!


Lama: ma3qola?


Grandmother: ee kil shay ma3qol y9er!


Lama picked up her mobile and called Shoug.


"ALOOOOOOOOOOOOH!! ADRI ADRI! 7ADI MISTANSA!"


Lama went silent for a couple of seconds, why is everyone exited and she's the only one that is finding it a bit strange.


Lama: Shoug min mita tadren?


Shoug: awal ma ga3adt min el noom omi galatle!


Lama: inzain kani bayeekom


Lama realized that she doesn’t want Barak to see her, she doesn’t want Shoug's mother to see her, she didn’t give them an answer yet..she'll feel awkward..


Lama's heart sunk, Shoug's house was a place she called home, and Shoug's family were her family she never had second thoughts about going to their house and she couldn't bare the thought.


Shoug: okay yalla 9i3day foug ana ib dari!


Lama: la Shoug khala9 mani yaya, fech lunch?


Shoug: ta3alaay yal maleqa o n6arsh rajo iyeeblina!


Lama: la Shoug imshay khal ni6la3!


Shoug: okay ifff!!


Lama: kani tara 6ala3t!

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"Ha yuma shgalaw?"


Mother: kalamt yadat'ha, galatle btshof 3azeez okhoha witshofa weridolina khabar!


Barak: olla shda3wa! Y3arfona 3adil mala da3e kil hal loya, ehya rathya wala la?


Mother: madre! O 6abe3e eb yis2lon 3anik!


Barak: adre yuma bas ihya dayman ib baitna o dayman wiya Shoug fa ma frigat!


Mother: haw Barak? Wala 3ala buna ihya 3indina dayman ygi6onha 3alaina o bas?


Barak sighed: khalas kaifhom! Ana babadil waro7 el jam3iya ayeeb cham shaghla o rad!


Barak changed his clothes, grabbed his car keys and walked downstairs.

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"IFFF kila chithi tizra3ne bara o mabe anzil MAAABEEE!!!"


Lama saw someone walking out the door, she didn’t want to look up while it may be Barak so she didn’t.


Barak noticed Lama was busy with her mobile, asalim? Ams kha6ibha wil youm a7rgha? Fashla! Wala a6la3 chine ga6 3umri 3alaiha? Walaain ana wain o hal siwalif wain!!


Lama grabbed her purse that was on the seat beside her, bas arid 6abi3iya? Aked ra7! She lifted her head and found him standing. La la la!!! Shasawe?


Barak's eyes fell in her eyes, he couldn’t avoid her, so he smiled, waved and got in his car.


Lama sat their staring at the place where Barak was standing, it was the first time she saw him smile, thoughts started roaming around her mind, does he like her? Or is it just a traditional engagement? How come she never knew him? Is there a story behind or is she just over thinking it?



"HIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!"


Lama: way yuma! Kalba khara3tene!


Shoug: nizlay


Lama: mabe!


Shoug: Barak ra7 o omi nayma nizlay!


Shoug knew Lama too well.


Lama: shdarach?


Shoug: a3arfch akthar min ma t3arfen nafsich!


Lama laughed: Barak ma kan mitratib ylog bero7 mukan 3al saree3!


Shoug laughed: 3ishtaw 3araftay shakh9eeta 3adil gabil la titzawjaina?


Lama laughed: yal kalba! Its common sense! Ay a7ad ma taratab ya3ni bero7 mukan 3al saree3!


Shoug: oh 9a7! Sogay bas sogay!


Lama drove off, she called 3azeez to ask him about his opinion and he didn’t pick up.


Shoug: w9ilich whatsapp!


Lama: mn?


Shoug: 3azeez! Ygolich el yoom ayeekom bait mama Nora wagolch!

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Barak sat on his couch with his foot on his coffee table, he grabbed his ipod and played the first song.


"I don’t know you but I want you..all the more for that; words fall through me and always fool me"


He laughed, it was the right song for the right time. Barak wondered what might Lama say, what if she says no, what would he do, She knows nothing about him and he knows everything about her.

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Lama drove home after dropping Shoug, She thought about Barak, his mysterious personality, his words and deep voice that was never directed to her, his eyes that never looked at her.


She always thought that getting married after graduating from university was the exact right time! It would make her grandmother stop giving her lectures about her life after her grandmother's death and that she doesn’t want her to be alone.


"Iff ya rabe shasawi!!"


Lama parked her car and saw Aziz sitting on the stairs outside.


Lama: shmga3dik bara?


Aziz: mako el jaw 7ilo o kint asawe et9alate bidon 7anat mama Nora wala murti el 3azeeza!


Lama laughed: eti9alatik?


Aziz: ee! As2al 3an Barak!


Lama: ee? O sh6ala3 wiyak?


Aziz pointed at a spot beside him: ta3alay gi3day!


Lama sat down a took a deep breath.


Aziz: daras eb America, ib Boston o kamal masters feha o ham eshtaghal feha!


Lama: okay?


Aziz: el kil gale ina 7abeeb o khadoom o ra3e wajib!


Lama: bas laish ma rad el Kuwait 6ool hal snen?


Aziz: ma rad bil 3i6al?


Lama: laa 3aziz! Wala 3umri shifta min takharjt min elmadrisa! Wana al7en kani batkharaj mn el jam3a!


Aziz: 3ayal el jawab 3ind Shogo aw 3inda!


Lama: inzain shrayik?


Aziz: entay ele ib titzawjaina mo ana! Wana ams ga3adt wiya wil rayal mu7taram o tikana!


Lama: iff 3aziz!


Aziz: lama hatha zawaj mafeeh 3yila! Fakray kithir ma taben o ham 3adi tgoolen la!


Lama: bas Shoug o Khala-


Aziz: la tgolele Shoug wala khalti fatma! Hatha zawaj mo li3ib!


Lama sighed.


Aziz: estkheeray o gi3day wiyaah o ba3adha qariraay!


Lama: shakla hatha ele be9er!


Aziz gave his sister a side hug and stood up: ana ba93ad al7en etha taben shay kalmene


Lama: okay


Aziz: Lama, intay amana 3indi wintay ikhti o male ghairch bil dinya, la tist3ylain bil zawaj etha ma taben! Fakray 3adil o 3ala ra7tich!


Lama smiled.


Aziz: adre eb hal wagt titmanain ome tkon mawjoda 3ashan tsa3dich o wala 7ata ana! Bas mabeedna shay! Ti9b7een 3ala khaair lumlum!


Lama wiped away her tear and smiled: winta min ahla!


Lama really wished her mother would be here, to help her figure out what to do, to help her
decide, to make her feel confident about whatever she decides.

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"Ma chinha 6awilat bil rad?"


Shoug: Barak shfek?! Tara el yoom el 9ib7 darat! Wil sa3a ma 9arat 9 7ata!!


Barak: okay okay yaah!


Shoug: shmi3na Lama?


Barak: ha?


Shoug: shmi3na ikhtirt Lama?


Barak: la2ana omi mda7atle yaha wil bnaya mu7tarama o 6ayba!


Shoug: Barak wala WALAA in wafiqat o ma 3amalt'ha zain ma ra7 askitlik!


Barak: shqa9dich?


Shoug: t3arif qa9di 3adil o mala da3e ashra7a!


Barak sighed and looked away.

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Lama threw herself on bed and hugged her pillow really tight, she had no idea what to do, if she says no it might make things awkward between her and the people she considers family and she doesn’t want to say yes until she knows Barak more, she want to know why he never came back to Kuwait for the past four years.


She decided that she must see him and talk to him tomorrow.

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Barak sat on his bed, he knows that Lama is the perfect girl who loved and took care of everyone around her, she would be a perfect wife as well, But Shoug was right, he should be very careful he really doesn’t want to hurt Lama..she's too sweet and tender.


He wondered if he made the wrong choice, Should he back off or go through it?


He sighed, laid down and closed his eyes.