Friday, March 29, 2013

Chapter 2

Halla walla, mashkoureen 3la el 324 views... WALLA I AM SO HAPPY! Tara my birthday was two days ago, so can you comment please? Ou tell me what you think. 

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Afaf's p.ov:

Ga3da adrs 3n el coronary heart disease, mn gabl ma ga3d 3la 9frat el 63am, 3nd Noura.

Manayer: Ha yuma, shbtgouleen?
Thikra: elyom 3mtkum Mizna dget 3lay, wdha ena a7na en3eesh 3ndha.

Ou chthy klhum 6al3ouny, lmn dam3a nzelt mn 3youny... Abdullah. Him. Wld 3mty. Our history. Dammit. OUR HISTORY. Bas el 7mdellilah ena omy mashftny. Matadree. Wla abeeha tadree. After all I am 16, and that's a fairly young age compared to him as a guy, 17 is pretty grown and mature enough to make own decisions and choose his girl, nope I am not. Hell no. Never will, too, perks of being a kuwaiti girl :P 

Noura: OMBAYYYY983Y2W9DFR9E3DVWSVFI8FUKBE3 PLEASE TKFAAAAIIIIINNN ABIIII OMBAAYYYYYYYY.

Taiba: bas mn mta a7na mar7na 3ndhum mn oboi hadna... Mn 3 sneen. 

Dareen: Ast7ee, tara 3mety i5t oboi, ou fashla.

Thikra: El mara, marat 7g, t3arf el 7ram wly mo 7ram wly obokum sawa 6ab3an 7ram.

Ghada: Haw??!! 79at islamya... 7RAM OU 7LAL xD

6ab3an Ghada ou Noura mataw th7k ela ana. Ou mafrooth ath7ak, bas la2. Maw8oof '3eir possible, unexpectable in many ways. 

Dana: Walla ana madre bas mshtagatl'hum ou wdy ashoof el ahl, wl9ara7 3sha a7san.

Manayer: JAD JAD 9a7 kalamha mno ygthr yt7lm y3eesh hnee? Ou a7na 8 7reem?!

Afaf: Gouleelha mashkoura, bas la2.

Ou chan el kl y5zny, I mean yadroun ana nafsya oouuuu chthy bas jad, ana mabee, la2. 

Thikra: smeela 3leich! 

Taiba: Tsta3b6ain?! mno s2al rayech a9lan.

Noura: 7dch 3ad, Foof. 

Dana: Ombay tara 7ram, eklaw ou b3dain ntna8ash.

Taiba: la2. N3am? Hathy mno 6alab rayha?! 

Dareen: 6aibo hday. HDAY.

Taiba: N3m aheedy,, Hathy la22 mo mn9jha, agoul yalla yalla sktay 3ad dr kiss my a**

Thikra: Taibooooo!! 7DCH, YALLA ROU7AY OU ET2SAFAY.. Ou  bagoulkum shay, hatha rayeey ana, mo entay, wala entay, wala entay, wala ay a7ad feekum. Rayeey ana.

Ou gmt mn el6awla, maby '3da ba6aw chbd chabdy. So frustrated, as I walk to my room stomping, slamming the door so hard and sat in my bed ou greit Quraan.  
I am not always like this, jad. Bas elyom madre, madre. Abdullah.. 3mty Mizna.. 3eesha.. Taiba.. 5waty.. Omy.. Ana bthat. MADRE. 

*PHONE RINGS, UNKNOWN*

Afaf: Aloo.
---: Afaf.
Afaf: halla, mno ma3ay?
---: Afaaaaa.. nseitny?

*ENDS CALL*

Dumdumdum.. Another cliffhanger to keep you thinking. 

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