"Mashkour," I could only say to him before I left for my seat; I didn't even want to look at his face and see how hurt he was.
I got stopped by Lulu and Sarah and I told them everything. They gasped so many times as I spoke that people turned to look at us and some students wanted to know what was going on.
"Bas khala9 wallah abi anam," I told them. It was almost 3 AM. I retreated back to my seat next to Ahmed, who was snoring by now.
It was a perfect start to the trip, really.
I wanted to bury my face into hands at what the woman said about me whoring around and mostly about Zaid. How dare she call him a cripple? I couldn't imagine Zaid's face when she said those words. It was all because of me.
I try to close my eyes to sleep but I kept living that scenario over and over again.
Ugh I hated that woman.
/
I woke up from a very crappy sleep for breakfast, which was bread, jam and butter, scrambled eggs estaghferallah, and some orange juice. I wasn't particularly hungry so I picked on the bread and drank a bit of my unfresh orange juice which was too acidic for my liking.
Ahmed had his headphones on full volume as he nodded his head to the music. I bet he slept through the whole thing. I didn't even go to the bathroom after that, and the woman went to the bathroom on the other side of the plane.
"Want some?" Ahmed said as he pulled out a Snickers bar. I shook my head and thanked him with a smile. I sighed and looked behind me, Lulu and Sarah were busy eating their breakfasts with music on.
Lulu saw me and took off her earphone.
"Shlonich al7een?" she said.
I shrugged.
"Wallah tara ana oo Saroh bn3alimha ilsh'3l khal itshoof hal 7a8eera shnsawe feeha," she threatened. As much as I wanted them to mess with her I told her not to.
"Itkhari3 hathi mn 9ijich? Hailigiya mu kafu a7ad ylageeha wayh," I told her.
"M7tara minnich," Lulu told me as she wiggled her brows. That was her usual answer to everything. I rolled my eyes as I turned to my own tray of food.
"Shkithir 3ala ma no9al?" I asked Ahmed. He did some stuff on the screen in front of us.
"Like two and a half hours," he said with a thumbs up. I smiled. He was just the kind of person I wanted to sit next to while feeling like crap. I liked people who took everything way too coolly.
/
I was so excited that we were finally getting ready to land. Not just to see Paris but to get off this awful plane ride from hell.
The landing was shaky but that didn't stop everyone from clapping. Ahmed was a really loud clapper.
We waited for the seatbelt sign to go off so we can get our carry-ons and get off the plane. We all nearly bounce off the seat and Ahmed helped us take our carry-ons out of the compartments.
"See you!" he said as he walked past us to the exit.
"Ubai ana ba6la3 gabl la hal 7a8eera tsaweelina salfa," Lulu said as she pushed her carry-on and squeezed between people to leave the plane. I giggled at how she included herself blsalfa.
I waited while being seated for the corridor to clear as I hated rushing (and was kind of claustrophobic). I turned my head and saw Zaid sitting at the opposite end, waiting for the corridor to clear as well so he could walk comfortably.
We walked at the same time towards the exit and outside the corridor, although Zaid was slower because of his limp. I didn't want to speed past him because that would be rude so I just walked a couple of steps behind him just so he'd know he had company. It was rude of his friends who bailed on him and rushed just to get out of the airplane. Especially after what that bitch had told him; and I felt like it was my fault. If I hadn't knocked on the door, none of this would've happened.
He adjusted his backpack on his shoulders as he looked behind him to see me. I just stared at him blankly but his eyes showed appreciation. I guess keeping him company when everyone else had bailed was my way of thanking him.
We walked some more, only this time I walked near him, and we both didn't say anything until we reached the check-in passport point.
"Etshoofeenhum?" he asked me. I stood on my tiptoes, which was useless since I still didn't reach his height.
"La2," I said.
"Hmm atwaqa3 3adaw hal point. Khosh supervisors wallah," he said in sarcasm. I smiled and stood next to him in line. We checked our passports together and walked until we saw the other students. I walked away from Zaid and towards Lulu and Sarah who had their eyebrows raised.
"Ush," I told them off. They weren't very open minded towards guys and stuff. Neither was I, but I had to make up for what had happened.
The teachers counted heads again and guided us to the baggage claim.
"Ubai wai3 kahi ilbitch hathi mal a76ha b jan6a o ag6ha b n9 ilba7ar," Sarah said about the Kuwaiti woman who was now waiting for her luggage with her hand on her hip. Lulu and I laughed at Sarah's failed ga66a.
"Siktaw ma nemt inzain?" Sarah said.
"Wala agoul Niyah roo7ay g3day yam Zaid oo e7na nyeeblich jan6itich. Shaklich 7adich ta3bana," Lulu said with a teasing tone, although she sounded a bit serious.
"Thilfay bas la anadeelich hatheech," I told her and we laughed, easing the hidden tension.
It took all three of us girls to haul our suitcases. Lulu's was the heaviest, of course, while mine was the lightest.
We waited for the rest to get their suitcases before following the teachers outside for our ride. I sent my mother a text that we'd arrived, and she automatically texted me back. I missed her already!
"Ula ulaaa!" Sarah said as she stared at the big bus. It was kind of like a tour bus, only just for our school.
We were able to fit our luggages inside and actually fit in the seats on the bus.
The girls looked awful, their hair was a mess and they had dark circles under their eyes while the guys looked fresh as always. Weird. I bet Nouf regretted her decision big time. It was surprisingly colder than we had all thought and found ourselves pushing each other to get inside the bus.
Lulu and I sat next to each other while Sarah and our mutual friend Asmaa sat in the seats in front of us. We spent the whole ride chatting about Paris, well not me, but my friends who'd been here before. I was half listening and half watching the city next to me. It was amazing! I completely forgot what it was like to be in another country. Everything was breathtaking, the landscape, the cityscape, the people. It was heaven on earth.
We shortly arrived to our hotel, which was huge by the way. It was kind of classic in design and had a lot of statues and clocks and antiques. We waited like another thirty minutes in the lobby just to check in to the hotel. Lulu and I shared a room while Sarah and Asmaa, who hit it off, shared another.
"3adi kl yom innam b '3urfa," Lulu said with a simple shrug and I smiled. Typical Lulu.
We walked to the elevators that led to our rooms, with our heavy suitcases, and pressed on our floor, eleven.
I couldn't wait to reach the room and Lulu was laughing at my reaction to everything, I couldn't wait to see the city! We walked into the room and Lulu jumped on the bed next to the window.
"Hatha frashi!" she yelled. I threw myself on my bed.
"Wai abi akhith shower oo a6la3 oo anam b nafs elwagt," I said.
"Yallah goumay tisaba7ay 3ayal 3ala ma I unpack," she said.
I took out some clean clothes from my suitcase and my toiletries before taking a long, hot shower that I really needed. I scrubbed so hard that my skin turned red and washed my hair that it was literally squeaky clean. I really couldn't stand airplanes.
"Allah ree7tich fresh!" Lulu said as I got out of the bathroom in clean clothes. I smiled.
"Yallah dorich," I told her.
"Lail7een makhal9t I unpack!" she said.
"Why am I not surprised?" I teased her.
I dried my hair so it was naturally wavy, and unpacked my suitcase. Lulu still hadn't left the bathroom. I unpacked some of her stuff too, just the clothes that needed hanging so I'd save her, and us, time to go out.
Lulu finally got out of the bathroom and hugged me for helping her unpack before we unpacked the whole thing. It was like she was staying for two months and not two weeks.
"Nanzil il lobby?" she asked.
"I guess so," I said.
Some students were already in the lobby. Some looked at me before whispering to their friends; it was about the incident, I know. The Starbucks incident or the plane incident? I don't know, maybe both.
I didn't care really, all I wanted was to just have fun in Paris!
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I got stopped by Lulu and Sarah and I told them everything. They gasped so many times as I spoke that people turned to look at us and some students wanted to know what was going on.
"Bas khala9 wallah abi anam," I told them. It was almost 3 AM. I retreated back to my seat next to Ahmed, who was snoring by now.
It was a perfect start to the trip, really.
I wanted to bury my face into hands at what the woman said about me whoring around and mostly about Zaid. How dare she call him a cripple? I couldn't imagine Zaid's face when she said those words. It was all because of me.
I try to close my eyes to sleep but I kept living that scenario over and over again.
Ugh I hated that woman.
/
I woke up from a very crappy sleep for breakfast, which was bread, jam and butter, scrambled eggs estaghferallah, and some orange juice. I wasn't particularly hungry so I picked on the bread and drank a bit of my unfresh orange juice which was too acidic for my liking.
Ahmed had his headphones on full volume as he nodded his head to the music. I bet he slept through the whole thing. I didn't even go to the bathroom after that, and the woman went to the bathroom on the other side of the plane.
"Want some?" Ahmed said as he pulled out a Snickers bar. I shook my head and thanked him with a smile. I sighed and looked behind me, Lulu and Sarah were busy eating their breakfasts with music on.
Lulu saw me and took off her earphone.
"Shlonich al7een?" she said.
I shrugged.
"Wallah tara ana oo Saroh bn3alimha ilsh'3l khal itshoof hal 7a8eera shnsawe feeha," she threatened. As much as I wanted them to mess with her I told her not to.
"Itkhari3 hathi mn 9ijich? Hailigiya mu kafu a7ad ylageeha wayh," I told her.
"M7tara minnich," Lulu told me as she wiggled her brows. That was her usual answer to everything. I rolled my eyes as I turned to my own tray of food.
"Shkithir 3ala ma no9al?" I asked Ahmed. He did some stuff on the screen in front of us.
"Like two and a half hours," he said with a thumbs up. I smiled. He was just the kind of person I wanted to sit next to while feeling like crap. I liked people who took everything way too coolly.
/
I was so excited that we were finally getting ready to land. Not just to see Paris but to get off this awful plane ride from hell.
The landing was shaky but that didn't stop everyone from clapping. Ahmed was a really loud clapper.
We waited for the seatbelt sign to go off so we can get our carry-ons and get off the plane. We all nearly bounce off the seat and Ahmed helped us take our carry-ons out of the compartments.
"See you!" he said as he walked past us to the exit.
"Ubai ana ba6la3 gabl la hal 7a8eera tsaweelina salfa," Lulu said as she pushed her carry-on and squeezed between people to leave the plane. I giggled at how she included herself blsalfa.
I waited while being seated for the corridor to clear as I hated rushing (and was kind of claustrophobic). I turned my head and saw Zaid sitting at the opposite end, waiting for the corridor to clear as well so he could walk comfortably.
We walked at the same time towards the exit and outside the corridor, although Zaid was slower because of his limp. I didn't want to speed past him because that would be rude so I just walked a couple of steps behind him just so he'd know he had company. It was rude of his friends who bailed on him and rushed just to get out of the airplane. Especially after what that bitch had told him; and I felt like it was my fault. If I hadn't knocked on the door, none of this would've happened.
He adjusted his backpack on his shoulders as he looked behind him to see me. I just stared at him blankly but his eyes showed appreciation. I guess keeping him company when everyone else had bailed was my way of thanking him.
We walked some more, only this time I walked near him, and we both didn't say anything until we reached the check-in passport point.
"Etshoofeenhum?" he asked me. I stood on my tiptoes, which was useless since I still didn't reach his height.
"La2," I said.
"Hmm atwaqa3 3adaw hal point. Khosh supervisors wallah," he said in sarcasm. I smiled and stood next to him in line. We checked our passports together and walked until we saw the other students. I walked away from Zaid and towards Lulu and Sarah who had their eyebrows raised.
"Ush," I told them off. They weren't very open minded towards guys and stuff. Neither was I, but I had to make up for what had happened.
The teachers counted heads again and guided us to the baggage claim.
"Ubai wai3 kahi ilbitch hathi mal a76ha b jan6a o ag6ha b n9 ilba7ar," Sarah said about the Kuwaiti woman who was now waiting for her luggage with her hand on her hip. Lulu and I laughed at Sarah's failed ga66a.
"Siktaw ma nemt inzain?" Sarah said.
"Wala agoul Niyah roo7ay g3day yam Zaid oo e7na nyeeblich jan6itich. Shaklich 7adich ta3bana," Lulu said with a teasing tone, although she sounded a bit serious.
"Thilfay bas la anadeelich hatheech," I told her and we laughed, easing the hidden tension.
It took all three of us girls to haul our suitcases. Lulu's was the heaviest, of course, while mine was the lightest.
We waited for the rest to get their suitcases before following the teachers outside for our ride. I sent my mother a text that we'd arrived, and she automatically texted me back. I missed her already!
"Ula ulaaa!" Sarah said as she stared at the big bus. It was kind of like a tour bus, only just for our school.
We were able to fit our luggages inside and actually fit in the seats on the bus.
The girls looked awful, their hair was a mess and they had dark circles under their eyes while the guys looked fresh as always. Weird. I bet Nouf regretted her decision big time. It was surprisingly colder than we had all thought and found ourselves pushing each other to get inside the bus.
Lulu and I sat next to each other while Sarah and our mutual friend Asmaa sat in the seats in front of us. We spent the whole ride chatting about Paris, well not me, but my friends who'd been here before. I was half listening and half watching the city next to me. It was amazing! I completely forgot what it was like to be in another country. Everything was breathtaking, the landscape, the cityscape, the people. It was heaven on earth.
We shortly arrived to our hotel, which was huge by the way. It was kind of classic in design and had a lot of statues and clocks and antiques. We waited like another thirty minutes in the lobby just to check in to the hotel. Lulu and I shared a room while Sarah and Asmaa, who hit it off, shared another.
"3adi kl yom innam b '3urfa," Lulu said with a simple shrug and I smiled. Typical Lulu.
We walked to the elevators that led to our rooms, with our heavy suitcases, and pressed on our floor, eleven.
I couldn't wait to reach the room and Lulu was laughing at my reaction to everything, I couldn't wait to see the city! We walked into the room and Lulu jumped on the bed next to the window.
"Hatha frashi!" she yelled. I threw myself on my bed.
"Wai abi akhith shower oo a6la3 oo anam b nafs elwagt," I said.
"Yallah goumay tisaba7ay 3ayal 3ala ma I unpack," she said.
I took out some clean clothes from my suitcase and my toiletries before taking a long, hot shower that I really needed. I scrubbed so hard that my skin turned red and washed my hair that it was literally squeaky clean. I really couldn't stand airplanes.
"Allah ree7tich fresh!" Lulu said as I got out of the bathroom in clean clothes. I smiled.
"Yallah dorich," I told her.
"Lail7een makhal9t I unpack!" she said.
"Why am I not surprised?" I teased her.
I dried my hair so it was naturally wavy, and unpacked my suitcase. Lulu still hadn't left the bathroom. I unpacked some of her stuff too, just the clothes that needed hanging so I'd save her, and us, time to go out.
Lulu finally got out of the bathroom and hugged me for helping her unpack before we unpacked the whole thing. It was like she was staying for two months and not two weeks.
"Nanzil il lobby?" she asked.
"I guess so," I said.
Some students were already in the lobby. Some looked at me before whispering to their friends; it was about the incident, I know. The Starbucks incident or the plane incident? I don't know, maybe both.
I didn't care really, all I wanted was to just have fun in Paris!
***
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