Dalal e3yoonh (Part 14)

My dear readers, I'm sorry I couldn't post anything on wednesday, I didn't have any internet access (yippee etisalat! Great job again)

Anyways, you've seen how Dalal and Hamad fell in love with each other, and you've been with them through their up's and semi-down's. The reason I say semi-downs is because the real "down" comes now.

This post starts a new chapter in their life; a chapter where both live in doubt and frustration.

Will their marriage survive?

What got into Hamad?

What will Dalal do?

Share with me what you think should happen,

Xoxo,

Passion

-- Dalal --

That was the last night Hamad ever came close to me... We went back to Dubai and he was never the same.

As if someone buried his soul in the farm.

He didn't kiss me,

Or hug me,

Or even hold my hand.

I felt like I was a some kind of infected creature and he wanted to stay away.

He would be at work all day, then go straight to his friends meelas, and at 1 he'd come back home only because he had work in the morning.

Weekends he'd go to Ras Al Khaimah with his friends...

I tried talking to him, he'd either ignore me or snap at me.

I once asked him: ana ga99art fe 7agk?

His answer was as cold as he became lately, "laish? Shakka fe 3mrch."

He didn't ask me; he told me.

I don't know what happened,

I don't know how things became this way,

Why did he change,

Or what went wrong.

All I know is, my Husband wasn't the same anymore.

-- Hamad --

Gmt a7s b'9eej yum akon wyaha... A7awl atim at work all day long to avoid her... To avoid being around her and feeling this way.

But I miss her... I miss everything about her...

When I get back home I feel a pang in my heart and in my chest.

When she talks to me, I can't stop myself from being irritated or annoyed.

I sometimes get angry at her, even though she did nothing wrong.

I don't know what got into me,

What got into us,

All I know is, I can't stand my wife anymore.

Dalal e3yoonh (Part 13)

This post goes out to 3BT!!! thank you for suggesting what should happen <3

I'll be uploading another post on Wednesday <3 So help me write it my awesome readers!!!

xoxo,

Passion

-- Dalal --

Jsmi e3awrni… rasi edoor… im too tired to open my eyes…

“la inshalla lat7ati.. bs en5fa’9 ‘9a’36ha w e’3ma 3alaiha.. 5alha trta7 w 3a6ooha a lot of mawal7, w inshalla ‘9a’36ha byrja3 6abee3i…”

who’s this stranger… who is he talking to?...

“bs dktor hee ma chd che estwalha, and she’s healthy. takl balanced meals w I know for a fact she’s modminat salt and vinegar chips, fa kaif ‘9a’36 bynzl?! Mit2akd mafeeha shay thany? Ma awadeeha el mstashfa?!”

I’ve never had a low blood pressure in my life, ha shu egool?!

“yaboyh ya hamad, mafeeha shay inshalla. Bs tara el akl mb shar6 hoo eli khaf’9 ‘9a’36ha, marat el ensan lo kan m’6ayj wla ma’9’3oo6 yn5f’6 ‘6a’36a. ennas tet7ara hal ashya trfa3 e’9a’36, bs fen as jsmhom mu5talf. 3al 3moom ana 5atht blood sample w ba6arsheh el mu5tabar, bs enteh lat7aty inshalla mafeeha ela el3afyh”

“mashkoor bu Khalid, matga9r…”

I heard the door close, and then a warm body hugged me from the back…

“Dalloola… ana asf…”

-- Hamad --

I held her in my arms, hoping and praying that she’d wake up.

I felt her shiver suddenly, so I held her closer to me…

“Hamad…” she whispered,

Hamad: ana hni 7abeeby,

She tried to move, “latet7arkein, lata3been 3mrch.”

Dalal turned on her back and tilted her head to face me, “wein ana?”

Hamad: fl mazra3a, mazra3at eboyh. Knt yaybnch hni 3shan ntkalam rwa7na and spend some time alone.. bs e’3ma 3alaich.. shay e3awrch a7een??

Dalal: la.. bs shway rasi..

Hamad: ana asf.. sam7eeni…

Dalal: I cant do this right now… mmkn etsa3dni ansh please?

Hamad: haih ta3ali,

I got up and held her arms; she first sat on the bed and slowly got to her feet.

She wasn’t strong enough because she lost her balance, and I had to grab her.

Hamad: rdi ensad7ai, bayeeblch eli tbeinh.

Dalal: mabak teebli shay, aba aseer el7amam a’3sl wayhi

Hamad: bayeeblch malleh feeha may wla foodh 5arsanh.

Dalal: HAMAD! Bs!

-- Dalal ---

I snapped at him… shit, I didn’t mean to. But he was being too attentive and it was just getting on my nerves. Mool mb mtfayjtleh.

“ok” was all he said.

He walked out of the room…

I really didn’t mean that…

Sigh.

Double sigh.

I washed my face and freshened up.

I think he took off my abaya when I fainted, cuz I was in my jeggings and silk off-white-shirt.

I opened my hair and let my waves fall; if we’re going to argue I might as well look good so he’d feel bad…

How mean.

No! He deserves it! He kissed another woman! He didn’t tell me he’d meet her! He deserves every piece of shit he’s getting!!!

His room in the mazra3a was nice, wsee3a w mu6ellah 3al 7o’6… I miss the swimming pool… it takes me back to our honeymoon… ma3arf kaif I had to guts to do or say the things I did…

I walked out of the room and found him sitting on the sofa e6al3 tv. The villa was round; the living room was in the middle and there were doors to the bedrooms I assume. The only room that didn’t have a door was the kitchen; there was no dining room. Interesting.

Design wise that would mean that it was purposely done so that they would eat outside next to the pool where I saw a garden table.

I sat next to him; he was silent. Didn’t even look at me.

Dalal: e7m.

He didn’t say anything.

I faked another cough.

All he did was pull a bottle from a basket that was at the foot of the sofa (I didn’t even notice it!) and placed it on the coffee table.

Dalal: maba mai.

Hamad: maglt anh lch, 7a6eit-ha hni lelli-yba

Dalal: whats with the attitude?

He didn’t answer.

Dalal: seriously? Last time I checked ana eli lazm antf5 w ma aramsk mb enteh. Nseit anh enteh elii bst w7dh in public who apparently wasn’t even ur wife, who happens to be me btw! You didn’t even tell me ur meeting her!!!

Hamad: khala9ti?

How COLD!!! Shu 5ala9tii ba3ad!!!! Ystahbal?!!!!!

Dalal: haih.

Hamad: 1- mat3aleen 9otch 3ala raylch.

2- ana rayal el beit. Aseer w arid wein ma aba. Mb entii et7asbeeny wein srt w wein yeit.

3- lo eshay e59ch, bagoolch. Bs eshay may59ch.

4- next time trf3een feeha 9otch, latlomeen ela nafsch.

And to think I was feeling guilty cuz I thought it was my fault che estwabch, if you cant respect me enough anch mat3aleen 9ootch, then I don’t think u deserve the apology I was about to give you.

He got up and walked out.

What…

Just…

Happened…

--- Hamad ---

I was going to do anything 3shan etsam7ni… knt bajlblha ednya 3shan achoof ebtsamat-ha mara thanyh… bs not anymore…

Mno hee 3shan et9ar5 3alayh che? Et3allii 9oot-ha 3alayh?! Ana Hamad?! Et3alli 9oot-ha 3alayh?!

E3lha masame7atni! 9oot-ha matrfa3h 3alayh,

I drove 3al 3arageeb to cool down…

Never in my life was I angry like this.

If she was joking bagool ma3alaih,, but no, she wasn’t joking.

Nafsii 3zeezh w mosta7eel ar’6a w7dh che etramsni.

Sigh,

Esta’3fer allah.

a3ooth billah min eshei6an.

Shu asawi,

Kaif 7ayati estwat che,

Kaif 7ali w9al hni

Min meta ana w dalal ne’6arab?

Min meta we argue?

Min meta en3ali a9watna 3a ba3a’6?

Min meta I walk out on her?

La… klh wa la dalal… lo shu, mat-hoon I walk out on her…

Bs she disrespected me…

I felt so bad anh ha klh estwa bsbati,,, l2ani ana za3alt-ha…

Sigh…

Ba3adni a7bha…

--- Dalal ---

Did he just walk out on me?!

Tears fell down my eyes…

--- Hamad ---

I came back to the mazra3a and she wasn’t in the living room, 7awalt afch bab el’3rfa w lgeiteh magfool…

Mafyh ayls atraja w a7aylha etfchli,

I went out and straight to my rooms window. I used to sneak out at night; I broke my windows handle and it was the only window that could be opened from outside.

I got in slowly and quietly. I found her sleeping on the bed…

She looks like an angel when she’s asleep.

I have the most beautiful wife, and yet I have crappy luck…

Tgarabt mnha, w chft edmoo3 3ala 5adha. Shaklha tawha ‘3fat. El m5adh 5arsanh, 7abeebty wayd 9a7at…

Screw you hamad shu saweitbha…

Ensda7t waraha w 7’6ant-ha.. grabt-ha mni w ybt ras-ha 3nd my pillow; hers was wet from tears…

Her body shook and she turned around to face me quickly, “hamad?”

I didn’t say anything, “5ooz 3anni,” she was pushing me away.

I held her tighter, “shhh dalal,”

Dalal: mabak gom 3anni, akrahk…

Hamad: shhh baby bs…

--- Dalal ---

He was whispering and shushing me, he kissed my wet eyes; he planted soft kisses on my eyes and kept whispering “bs 7abeeby… khala9…”

Marmt at7arrak, my body wouldn’t move (and yeah he was also holding me really tight)

I started crying again…

“shhhh…” he whispered again and ran his fingers through my hair,

“its ok 7abeeby… its gonna be alright…”

I couldn’t speak… I just shook my head…

“Dalali ma3alaih… im here… we’ll work it out… bs lat9ee7een 7abeeby… haddi shway galbi…”

it only made me cry more… how can he change 180 daraja! How can he be this nice to me…

is it because this is the real him?!

I know I made him angry… but I was hurt…

“ana asfh…” I sobbed some more…

Hamad: dalali, 3yooni (he kissed my eyes some more), bs, lat9ee7een. Ana asf ‘3aya’6t 3alaich… ana asfh kalamtch bha6areeqa… bs lat9e7een..

Dalal (yes, still crying like a stupid weak baby. Sigh ma3arf laish ana che): ana asfh hamad… make this pain go away… make it all ok…

He grabbed my chin with one hand and kissed me.

It wasn’t a soft kiss.

It wasn’t a hard one.

It was a kiss that said you’re mine and I wont let you go. It was wet and wild. It was possessive; he wouldn’t let go of my chin.

All I could do was kiss him back; god I love him.

I love everything about him.

--- Hamad ---

the moment she kissed me back, I pulled her closer to me. This is my dalal…

I pulled back shway and saw her eyes, she started back at me and her eyes were glowing.

She had beautiful eyes… they take you deep into her soul…

Hamad: Do you trust me?

Dalal: With my life.

Hamad: I didn’t kiss her back.

Dalal: ……. Ok……

Hamad: dalloola…

Dalal: hmm?

Hamad: lawe3atly bchabdi… im glad shay toothbrush hni w toothpaste, seedh I brushed my teeth when the doctor was checking up on you.

Dalal: *giggles*

Hamad: your lips are home to me... you're heaven.

And he kissed me again…

I pulled him closer, and he came on top of me…

“ana asf,” he whispered against my lips…

“later,” I replied pulling his faneelh off,

and he showed me what love means all over again,

Dalal e3yoonh (Part 12- B)

I didn't write tomorrows post yet, give me your feedback and tell me what you want to see in the story! :D help me write it yalla!!

xoxo,

Passion

-- Hamad--

Hamad: Dalal?!!!

Shutsawi hathy hnii?!!!

She turned around and faced me; her face was pale. Did she hear what we said? Did she see what happened?!!!

Dalal smiled, “halla Hamad…”

-- Meera --

How on earth was she faking a smile now, omg 7abeebty her eyes are tearing up and she’s trying to act strong.

-- Heba --

The damage is done. He’s mine now. It’s only a matter of time.

-- Dalal --

I felt Meeras arm around me; holding me tight.

“its ok,” she whispered.

Hamad: Dalal shutsaween hni?

I was following you Hamad… following you to see the threat…

Dalal: gtlk ba6la3 wya meera sweety. Btw this is meera, meera this is Hamad rayli.

God knows what I was doing… my lips were moving on their own and words are just coming out…

What happened…

How did I get into this…

Why does this hurt…

Hamad: 5ala9ti?...

I nodded… I couldn’t talk anymore…

Hamad: meera tsm7eeli a5th-ha wyayh lo sma7tii?

Meera: no. sorry I need to take her back home.

Hamad: I’ll take her home.

Meera: not your home Hamad. Im taking her back to her home; beit eboha.

Hamad: na3am?

Meera: enough drama for one day.

I heard meera say with a tough voice; I love her. I love the fact that she has my back no matter what. I love that she’ll fight my wars for me without me asking…

She’s always been that way; in school she’d stand up for me when teachers picked on me. She’d fight the girls when they even considered bullied me… I love her…

But this is my battle… my own… I need to do this on my own…

Dalal: meera… its ok…

Meera: u sure?

Dalal: yeah… I can handle it.. talk to you later, ok?

Meera looked at me waiting for a moment of hesitation; but she found none.

She hugged me, “call me whenever,”

Dalal: like always. Thanks, for everything.

Meera: no problem.

She looked at Hamad, “try and hurt her, and I swear ill hurt you so bad that I might even make you forget your name.”

And she walked away before he could say anything.

She left Shakespeare and then I walked towards the door, “yalla,”

He drove silently while I looked outside the window… suddenly he parked in a place ive never seen before. Chanh a farm, it looked nice.

Hamad: shu knti etsaween hnak?

I wont lie… I’m not a liar…

Dalal: I followed you.

Hamad: ma tethqeen fyh? (he looked at me,,, hurt)

Dalal: not when the girl involved makes it a habit of kissing my husband in public.

Hamad: it meant nothing.

Dalal: then why did you go and meet her?

Hamad: I needed closure.

Dalal: mb 3thr.

Hamad: 9a7 kalamch… mb 3thr… bs youm w7deh knti wyaha for years w marrat wyach fe a5as ayyamch w faj2a t5tfi 3anch and leaves u with a text saying “I need time apart”, u need closure.

Shu agoolh, I hate him… no… I hate her… I hate this… I hate hal klh… laish che ystwi fyh…

My eyes are tearing up…

I opened the door and left the car, I don’t know where I was heading, I just walked. I don’t want to be close to him. I don’t want to see him, hear him, feel him around me, or even ashm ree7tah 3addali..

Hamad followed me in three strides, “Dalal!” he grabbed my arms.

Hamad: Dalal please fhmeeni.. please 7awlii… I moved on a nseit-ha… bs kanat tet9l eb hamdeh e5ti w et6arshlha msgs… when she txted me I needed to tell her its over. It was closure for both me and her.

Dalal: it didn’t seem over for her Hamad!! Kaif tbani afham youm chft w7deh etboos rayliii?!!! Rayliii ana?!!! The guy who is supposed to be MINE! And ONLY mine!

Hamad: ana asf… Dallooola walla I was trying to fix things, walla I wanted to get her out of my life completely…

Tears were falling down my cheeks…

Dalal: I believe you… I believe you Hamad… but I don’t know if I can forgive you…

Suddenly my head felt light, and the world went black...

"DALALL!!!!!"

Dalal e3yoonh (Part 12- A)

yes i know you guys will kill me, but I'm keeping my promise and more :P this is one post but its short, thats why I'm posting another one tonight as well :D enjoy!

-- Dalal --

Heba: mrtk et5oonk.

WHAT THE HELL?!!?!?!??!?!?!!?!?!?!??!!??!?!?!?!?!?!?! shu hal BIYOTCH etgoool!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

I heard Hamad laugh and saw his shoulders shake,

Hamad: mb kl bnt et5oon mthlch ya Heba.

Heba cheated on him?!

Heba: gtlk it was a mistake and I paid for what I did? Wasn’t fragk enough? W ba3dein I didn’t cheat on you! I took a break from us so don’t make this my fault.

Hamad: it IS your fault. It WAS. Mabagool is l2anh 5ala9 we’re over.

Heba: we’re not. Not as long as we have feelings for each other.

Hamad: mosta7eel asam7ch 3alli saweiteeh ya heba, mosta7eel. Hadeiteeni. W laish? L2anh I didn’t give you what you wanted?!! Mb kfayh anh I stopped playing around 3shanch?! Wasn’t that enough for a commitment?!

Heba: no it wasn’t enough. Hamad ana knt wyak fe everything, youm omk etwafat, youm hamda needed a female figure jdamha, youm enteh safart w drast bara3. I was there the whole time. That basic of a commitment wasn’t enough, I needed something more.

Hamad: tell me heba, laish radeiti a7een? L2anch sma3ti ani 3arrast? L2anch ektshafti anh I was capable of marrying someone and committing?

Heba: no. I came back to stop you from making a mistake. You don’t love her, you’ll never love her. You love me because I was the first girl you ever loved. Your first is always different.

Hamad: jlbi wayhch. Malch ay 7ag trmseen abt how I feel or 7ayati. The only mistake I ever made was trusting you! T3arfeen enti shu saweitii fyh? 7a6amteeni heba! Bs t3arfeen shu, im glad. You made me believe anh relationships mamnhom faydh, cuz fnhayh they end with someone cheating cuz nothing is ever enough. And im more than happy with my wife, at least she’s honest with me and ra’6yh blli a36eeha eyah! Ma teels t6lb more!

Heba: that’s cuz she doesn’t know what you can offer babes

She had this smirk on her face, the bitch! Shu qa9dha!

Hamad: you’re pathertic heba, you know that? You take a break from “us” 3agoolatch w etsereen etramseen flan w 3ellan? I could’ve forgiven you for that, bs youm 3raft anch mb mftakra fyh w mstanseh w 3aysheh 7ayatch, that’s where it was completely over. Maly 7ayh fe w7dh mat3arf qeemat eli 3ndha.

She took a couple of steps closer to him

Heba: Hamad…

Hamad just stared at her and I can see the disgust on his face,

Heba: let me remind you of how great we were,

And she kissed him.

In public.

Ma a9adg.

What just happened?

She kissed MY Hamad… in PUBLIC ba3ad… Jidami…

I stood up, I felt sick…

“6l3i min 7ayati heba, l2ani 6ala3tch min galbi years ago,” I heard him say…

I turned my back on them and walked to the door, unaware of my surrounding.

Meero: Daloola etrayeini,

“Dalal?!!!!”

I heard the shock in his voice…

Dalal e3yoonh APOLOGY

I'm soooo sooooo soooo sorry t2a5art 3alaikom!!! I was busy with uni work and didn't have time X( !!!!

but i promise ill make it up to you!

This week ill upload 3 posts (inshalla)!!

and I'll NEVER abandon my blog! a7bkom klkom!! thank you for ur support! bs pls t7ameloni shway and i promise ill make it up to you!!

and BTW! lo a7een tktbon ur initials chan a7een I thanked/apologized to each one of you V.V but you don't! (na'3zh so u would write ur initials or nickname :P)