Faris came closer to me .
"Do you love me?," He asked
whispering .
I was getting ready to answer him when Dalal
cut the moment off by screaming "help,"
Faris was holding my hand when Dalal screamed
asking for somebody to rescue her , he squeezed my hand before leaving to see
what's happening.
The distance between me and the gate isn't
long. I can hear what's going on, I heard Dalal cursing and shouting and then boys' voice telling her to shut up.
"Oh kaho sharraf il7abeeb," said a
guy. That voice, his voice, I heard it before but I can't remember whose voice
it was. I'm trying my best to remember ,yet I couldn't recognize it.
"Wakher 3anha la wallah anaseek
ismk," said Faris.
Oh my god what are they doing to Dalal? Faris
is mad, he's mad because somebody's doing something to Dalal and she's not
happy about it. Faris is trying to help her and it's something new, they hate
each other. He has never helped her, or I think.
I wanted to go to see what's happening , to
help. But I'm stuck in my almost dead body, useless.
"Is
it karma trying to get me? Is it because I froze people and now I'm kinda
frozen? Is god doing this to see how faith and patient I can be?," I asked
myself questions that needed to be answered, but I didn't hear no answer.
"Okay bahedha bas 3ala shar6, ityeeblina o
mil chlaab," a heavy voice said. They meant me, didn't they? what do they
want from me?
"Mo gabl ma tgolole shloun
ligaitona," Faris said angrily .
Oh my goodness, I know who they are. The boy
gang who teased me earlier today. I knew that I heard their voice before, my
brain never fails me.
"Please, please, please. Let me go,"
Said Dalal with a shaky voice followed with a boy voice laughing.
"Shloun ligainakom? Li7agna
ree7atkom," the boy said with a strict voice, nobody laughed. It sounded
like a joke but why they didn't laugh?
"Yalla al7een glnalik al7een khali9na w
yeeb your Purdandent ," The boy said.
[The word purdandent does not exist, I made it
up]
"Pur what? Shga3d tkharbi6?,"Faris
said.
"Into 3yal mno?," My mother's voice.
She finally came, I felt so relieved. For the first time I'm glad and happy
to hear her voice.
"Asfeen khalte wallah makan qa9dna shay
bas kina bnkalm il Purdandent ," Said one of the boys. I then heard
Dalal's footsteps, The let her go.
"Sa'altkom so'al riddaw 3alaih," My
mother said with a strange tone.
"N9na 3yal agent 009 w n9na agent
505," one of the boys talked after a long minute of silence.
What are they saying? I can't understand a
thing they're saying. Nothing of what they said made sense.
"Yalla ro7aw w ra7 you9al 7ag ahalkom
khabar bille9ar," My mother said as she closed the door after they went
out.
"How does mama Mariam know their parents?
And what with the agents? Why did they get scared when they saw her? I am purdandent
but what Is it?," I questioned myself.
"Wain Rawa?," My mother asked.
Faris led her to me. She ran to hug me and then
put her hand on the back of my head.
"Did she say something about having a
headache?," She asked and Faris nodded.
"9ar ilyoum shay unusual?ya3ne shway
ghareeb?," She asked
"Except what has just happened with the
boys,no," He was lying, I want him to lie.
"Hmmm, okay," My mother said. I don’t
think she believed him.
She then excused us to go get stuff to heal me
and asked Dalal to go with her, Dalal followed murmuring, They talked but I couldn’t
hear their talk.
"What just happened is the reason the word
"weird" exists," Faris said.
Faris's mobile rang and he picked it up.
"Hala yemma….Eeeh ana eb bait khalte
Mariam kane khamis dgayeg wakoun bilbait, " He said and then hung his
blackberry up.
"Yalla 3ayyal ana waray shalaih tawa omme
daga m3a9ba tgoule ard ilbait," Faris said.
He kissed my forehead and left saying that
he'll call me tonight.
"Faris kissed my forehead," I thought,
blushing.
If he did it yesterday I'd say "eww
gross" or something like that but after what happened today? His kiss felt
like heaven even though it was just my forehead.
Mama Mariam and Dalal came back. Dalal was
holding a box filled with spices taken from the kitchen and in my mother's hand
was a huge old dusty book and she held a medium sized bowl with a knife in the
other hand.
"Ra7 ta3awerain shwayya bas hathe
il6areeqa ilwa7eeda 3ashan tgoumeen," said my mother with a forced smile
on her lips.
I got really scared. She's going to use a knife
to heal me, she's not even a doctor. I wasn't satisfied with what's going. I had
bad feeling for the whole "Mama Mariam healing me" thing.
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