Unpacking my suitcase wasn't so easy, but listening to my parents yell their lungs out at my sister made it even worse.
They began unleashing their rage the moment she walked through the door, with her multiple suitcases following her.
She was forced to return home so early into her business vacation.
They did not kiss her hello...they began to let out their anger that they could not keep in any longer as soon as she set her foot on the marble floor.
"احنا ما خليناج تسافرين بروحج عشان تهتين جذي، الحين شفتي شقعد يقولون عنا؟ زين جذي فشلتينا؟"
I heard them yell.
I honestly couldn't help but feel bad for my sister. Yes she acted inappropriately, but some comments directed to her were pretty harsh.
I just hoped she was cold enough to let them slide.
I wanted to put on my earphones and just blast music to cover up the noise but I was worried that my mom might call for me and I wouldn't be able to hear her which would just add fire to the flame.
I got a text from Fahad, surprisingly. I smiled and grabbed my phone to see it.
قوليلي قرت عينك
He said, along with a picture of a table with a couple of people's hands. I guessed his family finally arrived.
قرت عينك!
I replied
بويه نبييج، مشكورة انج لهتيني شوي قبل لا يوصلون
I smiled.
فأشوفج شهر ٦ عيل لما ارد حق عطلة الصيف؟
I frowned. I didn't realize it would be that long till I would see him again.
Me: lil2asaf. Ila itha taby facetime?
Fahad: knt atmana teqtar7ain facetime
Me: I know you too well
Fahad 😂😂
Me: bas 3ndy so2al
Fahad:?
Me: inta o Rawan?...
Fahad: madry 3anha min sintain wallah
Me: 9ij??
Fahad: eeh. 3ugub 7arakt'ha ilkhaysa bas mali shghl feeha. Bas ili istifadta minha inha 3aryfatny 3alaich
I smiled to myself. I couldn't believe what I was reading.
Fahad: special, remember?
my heart skipped a beat.
Me: I'll never forget..
I noticed that the yelling had stopped so I went to my sister's room.
She wasn't there.
I got into the elevator pressed on the basement floor to get to her studio.
I heard some sniffing and grunting and walked in to see her tear down some of her drawings that were hung on the wall.
"دانة شقعد تسويين؟"
I said.
"منيرة تكفين والله مالي خلق"
She said, I had never seen her so hysterical before.
I had to interfere, I grabbed her arms and tried to stop her from tearing down some more of her work.
"Danah please!" I begged.
She threw a piece of paper on the floor and slumped right after it, placing her head in her hands. I plopped on the floor to sit next to her.
"لا تقطين رسماتج والله حرام حيل حلوين"
I said, straightening the crumpled drawings.
"خلاص منو أصلا يبي يتعامل معاي ويشتري مني؟"
She said, her voice was full of pain and regret.
"من صجج؟ يعني بس أنتي اللي تغلطين؟ وبعدين شيبون يعني *فلان* بكبره ما يواطنونه بس يشترون منه كلش ما له شغل. أصلا تدرين جم وحدة تقوللي ان شكثر أنا محظوظة انج اختي؟ تدرين جم وحدة تقولي ان أنتي احلى دزاينر برايهم؟ لا تخلين شي بهزج والله خليج عادي أخذي بريك بعدين ردي ولا جنه صار شي ترى كلها أسبوع وينسون."
I said.
She looked at me like she was truly listening and I could see a ghost of a smile on her lips. She nodded, her eyes landed on the floor then on mine.
"Thank you," she said.
I smiled. She scoffed, wiping her tears as she leaned her back on the wall.
"ليش كله تعطيني ويه؟"
She said and I chuckled
"Cliche bas you’re my sister,”
I said.
"اوكي بس أنا كلش ما كنت جذي معاج"
She said and I shrugged.
"بس عادي اعرف ليش؟"
I said, using this opportunity to finally know the answer to the question I'd been thinking of almost my whole life.
She sniffed then sighed.
"مو سالفة غيرة كلش بس...مادري من انولدتي حسيت كل شي تغيير. وكنت بسرعة اتنرفز منج فلزقت هال عنج...وكان عندي تصور عن حياتي وكل شي فيه كونترول بس ما قدرت اتحكمج وكل ما تعفس شي لمتج"
She said.
So she used me as her scapegoat for when things went wrong, that I was the one messing things up for her.
"بس طبعا اللي صار كلش مو منج..."
She said.
"Oo thank you, by the way. 9ij you tried to cover for me," she added and I smiled.
"Do me a favor, latwagfeen, please." I threw out my hands to hug her, and to my surprise she hugged me back. I did not expect to cry but I didn't know how long I'd been waiting for this moment.
I cried into her shoulders and she cried into mine too. I knew from that moment, my life was finally coming together. .
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