"Iced mocha for Niyah."
I picked up my drink from Starbucks Avenues, yes I stopped boycotting it.
"Shkithir 3ala ilfilim?" I asked my mom.
"Ka thilth sa3a," she said as she looked at her watch. I sat next to her at Starbucks while she scrolled on her phone. She looked extra pretty today; my mom had that "ageless" beauty that I really hoped I inherited/would inherit.
"Bat'3ada 3ind ubooy bacher," I told her.
"Inshallah," she simply said.
I was nervous about this week; I had to apply for college and I was going to have lunch at my dad's house.
I took a sip of my mocha and nearly spat it out; it tasted awful. That mocha in France really set the bar high.
"Laish mu 7ilu?" my mom asked me. I shook my head. I tossed my mocha in the trash and we got up to go to the cinema.
The last time I'd went to the cinema was a while ago, before the trip, with Lulu and Sarah. My "new chapter" in life sucked already. I had no one right now, and I really hoped I'd make friends in college.
Plus my text message that I'd sent to Sarah and Lulu? They didn't reply but they left the group and that's when I knew that their was no reconciling done to our friendship. It sucked but that was the reality of it.
We walked inside the movie theater to watch the movie. It was drama, I thought it was comedy so I wasn't really into the movie kithir ma I was worrying about this week.
I told myself I shouldn't worry as people, like Zaid for instance, had it worse. He hadn't sent me a text since graduation day, why would he, anyway? I didn't text him back either as I didn't want to distract him from what was really important in his life. I also didn't want to ask him how his mother was doing to respect his privacy.
The movie was such a blur that I didn't even noticed it was finished, it wasn't that good anyway.
"Shhal '6aim ili dakhalna?" my mom asked as we left the cinema. I chuckled.
"7asbali comedy," I told her.
"Waina oo wain ilcomedy '6ayag khloogna. Tabeen ita3ashain?" she asked me.
"Kaifich," I told her.
"Khal na6lblina shay bl bait, l2ana ham abi akalmich b shay," she told me. I furrowed my brow but mom still had a straight face.
I didn't know why but my heart was racing and beating so face. I think the color drained from my face to.
I really did not like this week; it was too nerve-wracking.
/
I waited for my mom in the living room with my pajamas on. I changed so quickly I couldn't wait to hear the news.
I tried to play on my phone to pass time but that didn't help.
My mom finally walked in wearing a beige kaftan and joined me b the living room.
"Ha yuma shfeech?" I asked her as I crossed my legs on the couch.
She took a deep breath.
Oh god this was serious.
"Um Lulu oo um Sarah dageen 3alay ys2ilooni itha feekum shay. Klna '6ayeg khlgna 3alaikum l2ana intaw b 7isbat khawat oo mn ziman ma3a ba3a'6," she said. So she did know something was up...
Was she going to talk to me about Zaid? Did they tell their moms why we broke up? Oh god, I was going to throw up.
"Yuma ana 7awalt akalmhum o uhma mayboun ysmi3ouni," I said, trying to make it as short as possible.
"Ham ygouloun innich '3al6ana," she said.
Did she know what had happened?
If she did I would've been dead by now but it doesn't appear so and I really hoped Lulu and Sarah stuck to their promise of not telling anyone.
"Ilmuhim 7awlaw itira'6on, l2anich mara7 tilgain nafs'hum oo intaw mn zman rabi3," she said.
If only she knew what they were really like; but I had to know the other side of the coin too. Their behaviors were weird and I didn't expect them of all people to behave this way. As much as I was ready to move on and forget, I wanted to try one last time for my mothers sake and for our old friendship's sake.
I had to be the bigger person.
Hey, please we really need to talk. Come over to my house tomorrow at six.
I sent the message privately to Lulu and Sarah, we really needed to have an understanding.
Sure
Lulu simply texted.
Inshallah
Sarah replied.
While that part was over, I got psychologically ready for lunch with my dad and maybe my brother tomorrow.
***
I picked up my drink from Starbucks Avenues, yes I stopped boycotting it.
"Shkithir 3ala ilfilim?" I asked my mom.
"Ka thilth sa3a," she said as she looked at her watch. I sat next to her at Starbucks while she scrolled on her phone. She looked extra pretty today; my mom had that "ageless" beauty that I really hoped I inherited/would inherit.
"Bat'3ada 3ind ubooy bacher," I told her.
"Inshallah," she simply said.
I was nervous about this week; I had to apply for college and I was going to have lunch at my dad's house.
I took a sip of my mocha and nearly spat it out; it tasted awful. That mocha in France really set the bar high.
"Laish mu 7ilu?" my mom asked me. I shook my head. I tossed my mocha in the trash and we got up to go to the cinema.
The last time I'd went to the cinema was a while ago, before the trip, with Lulu and Sarah. My "new chapter" in life sucked already. I had no one right now, and I really hoped I'd make friends in college.
Plus my text message that I'd sent to Sarah and Lulu? They didn't reply but they left the group and that's when I knew that their was no reconciling done to our friendship. It sucked but that was the reality of it.
We walked inside the movie theater to watch the movie. It was drama, I thought it was comedy so I wasn't really into the movie kithir ma I was worrying about this week.
I told myself I shouldn't worry as people, like Zaid for instance, had it worse. He hadn't sent me a text since graduation day, why would he, anyway? I didn't text him back either as I didn't want to distract him from what was really important in his life. I also didn't want to ask him how his mother was doing to respect his privacy.
The movie was such a blur that I didn't even noticed it was finished, it wasn't that good anyway.
"Shhal '6aim ili dakhalna?" my mom asked as we left the cinema. I chuckled.
"7asbali comedy," I told her.
"Waina oo wain ilcomedy '6ayag khloogna. Tabeen ita3ashain?" she asked me.
"Kaifich," I told her.
"Khal na6lblina shay bl bait, l2ana ham abi akalmich b shay," she told me. I furrowed my brow but mom still had a straight face.
I didn't know why but my heart was racing and beating so face. I think the color drained from my face to.
I really did not like this week; it was too nerve-wracking.
/
I waited for my mom in the living room with my pajamas on. I changed so quickly I couldn't wait to hear the news.
I tried to play on my phone to pass time but that didn't help.
My mom finally walked in wearing a beige kaftan and joined me b the living room.
"Ha yuma shfeech?" I asked her as I crossed my legs on the couch.
She took a deep breath.
Oh god this was serious.
"Um Lulu oo um Sarah dageen 3alay ys2ilooni itha feekum shay. Klna '6ayeg khlgna 3alaikum l2ana intaw b 7isbat khawat oo mn ziman ma3a ba3a'6," she said. So she did know something was up...
Was she going to talk to me about Zaid? Did they tell their moms why we broke up? Oh god, I was going to throw up.
"Yuma ana 7awalt akalmhum o uhma mayboun ysmi3ouni," I said, trying to make it as short as possible.
"Ham ygouloun innich '3al6ana," she said.
Did she know what had happened?
If she did I would've been dead by now but it doesn't appear so and I really hoped Lulu and Sarah stuck to their promise of not telling anyone.
"Ilmuhim 7awlaw itira'6on, l2anich mara7 tilgain nafs'hum oo intaw mn zman rabi3," she said.
If only she knew what they were really like; but I had to know the other side of the coin too. Their behaviors were weird and I didn't expect them of all people to behave this way. As much as I was ready to move on and forget, I wanted to try one last time for my mothers sake and for our old friendship's sake.
I had to be the bigger person.
Hey, please we really need to talk. Come over to my house tomorrow at six.
I sent the message privately to Lulu and Sarah, we really needed to have an understanding.
Sure
Lulu simply texted.
Inshallah
Sarah replied.
While that part was over, I got psychologically ready for lunch with my dad and maybe my brother tomorrow.
***
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