Dalal e3yoonh (part 17)

And so our journey began,

It wasn't easy at all...

It hurts being a victim of his mood swings, but it hurts even more knowing he's going through an internal conflict.

He was trying to control himself...

But something had to be done.

We took Hamad to a m6awwa3, and tam ygra 3alaih. Hamad would shiver at first, I remember one time he fell and started shaking. I freaked out. All I could do was hold him tight...

The sheikh was really good... Hamad's mood swings were getting less, he was being him again...

Day by day, week by week, he got better... And I couldn't hide "that thing" from him anymore... I started wearing jalabiyat just to hide it.

I had to tell him... But I was waiting for the perfect time..

I found myself more willing to tell him now that I saw how 1- aware he was of whats wrong with him, and 2- he's actually trying to fix it.. He was praying more, w gam e9om el ethnein w el5mees.. A7s eli estwabh garebah min rabbah..

That day, the Sheikh told us some good and bad news... I was sitting next to Hamad, hand in hand, when he started with the good news...

"Elswa bda e5f mnk.. Kl ma 5affeinah mnk, kl ma rja3 el 9a7bh w 5allah y'63af... Taqarbk min rabbk wayd sa3adni, w sarra3 el3laj..."

Hamad: ma7s 3mri atnarfaz mthl gabl.. W el7mdella inshalla grbi min rabbi mb bs fhal fatra, inshalla dom..

El sheikh: esma3 ya Hamad.. Tgdar etim teeny hni w bagra 3alaik, bs ana achoof a7een malh da3i.. L2ank mb mthl gabl.. W m7a99n nafsk.. Bs fe mshklh w7dh.

Dalal: shu hee?

El sheikh: lazm e7a9l el swa... N7n radeinak el wa3yk w enteh 7a99ant nafsk.. Bs ma facheina el s7r.

Hamad interrupted him: kaif enfecheh?

El sheikh: lazm et7a9lh.. Mmkn ekon fe ay mkan.. Bs yum bt7a9lh, rsh 3alaih hal mai.. Hatha mai zamzam, w magray feeh.. W inshalla byb6l els7r.

Hamad: w 3gbha? 5ala9?

El sheikh: inshalla, bthn allah. Bs b'3eit as2alch dalal, enti shutsaween min 3badat? W atmana ma t3tabreinh ta6afl..

I was very confused, laish ys2al...

Dalal: ummm.. Madri... 3ady ya3ni a9alli w a9oom..

El sheikh: 7af'6a shay min el qr2an? Tgrein el athkar? Lch wrd youmii?

Shit this is embarrassing.. Cuz I'm not doing anything nafs el awadm wnnas.. Hamad must have seen my embarrassment, cuz he held my hand in support..

Dalal: la walla.. Bs agra athkar e9aba7 wl masa.. W gabl ma argd bs agra elm3awethat.. Nothing special.. Laish?

El sheikh: sb7an allah.. L2anh fe ba3'6 el swyat eli fe Hamad, kanat lch enti.. Walakn magdrat 3alaich fa rj3at le Hamad.. 7aseit anch etsaween shay, bs ma3raft shu. Sb7ank ya rab, hatha eshay elbasee6 7a9anch..

I looked at Hamad.. It was partly my fault this happened to him?..

We left the sheikh and head back home,

Hamad was grinning the whole way back and was holding my hand; I was happy to see him be him again...

We got home and as soon as we reached our room Hamad hugged me... It was so good to be in his arms like this... I lifted my head and he kissed my lips.

I missed him...

I kissed him as well...

My baby is back...

He started taking off 3bati, and our kisses were getting deeper...

I had to break it off, "7abeeby.."

He didn't budge, his lips were less than an inch away from mine, and I could still feel his warm breath.. "Amri ya dalal e3yooni.."

Its not or never..........

"Ana 7aml...."