Haven in the green room (Part 2)

Hellooo awesome readers!!!

First of all: how are you liking the story so far?

Second: to answer "Dee <3"s question, I'm not exactly continuing Dalal e3yoonh. This story is about Meera, a character from the previous story. But you'll be seeing Dalal a lot in this story because she's Meera's best friend.

Third: ma3arf shu third, i just felt like writing it :P

anywhoo!!! I'm looking forward to your comments and opinion!!! make sure you read the lyrics I add cuz they say A LOT about the story

Love you!

xoxo!

Passion!

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--- Meera ---

The car pulled in front of the house; the doors were open wide.

“mar7ba bl’3aalyh bnt el’3aalyh!!! Mar7bah eb meerh”

That, ladies and gentlemen, is my aunt.

Meera: halla khalo, sh7alch? (kiss kiss hug hug you know the formalities)

Khalo fawaghi: esrch el7aal 7abeebty enti sh7alch? 3asach 6aybh?! Inshalla ma t3abti fdarb?!

Meera: la el7mdela.. (awkwaaaaardddd……)

We got inside, their house is HUGE! Correction, this is not a house. This is a mansion mashalla. Three guys were standing inside waiting, all handsome mashalla.

Khalo fawaghi: hatheila 3yali, khelfan, (tallest guy came forward, helloo hotness), w sl6an (and hellooo handsome!!!), w hatha 7areb (ahh the sexy one. im in heaven <3!!!!!).

Meera: ahlain, thanks for having me

Khelfan: the pleasure is all ours! We’ve been looking forward to your visit, finally get to meet the infamous Meera (in a very American accent, dude his voice is like music!!!! Should I call dalloola and just keep her on the line?! Hahaha bt5la3 7amad in a second el7ayawanh w bt9rghom 3anni, better not :P)

Sl6an (interrupting my thoughts): bloody hell khelfan do you really have to put so much pressure on the lass, give ‘er a break brother (oh god! He has a british accent!!! Ba9ee7! La magdar!!! Ba9ee7!! Handsome AND brit accent!!! Damn!!!)

7areb: bs 2atheito elbnayyh, grbi meerh grbii. Sam7eena ma3ndna 5awat flbeit 3asab che e5wani mt7amseen.

Oh dear… the way he talks… very bdwii…

My aunt walked me to the living room, beautiful interior mashalla, very modern. Masculine modern I must say. “w hatha 3azzooz,” she pointed at him; he was lounging on a sofa.

3azzooz: 3anabooh yayh min dbai wla g6ar?!!!!

Meera: na3am?!

3azzooz: mashay mashay, ylsi.

Khalo fawaghi: 3azzooz! 3eib!

3azzooz: 3ady ela hee meerooh

khelfan: 3azzooz!

3azzooz’s voice lowered and he sat up straight,,, “asf…”

wow,… never seen him like that. Hah! Dwah! 7ayawan!

Khalo fawaghi: ta3ali baraweech wein ‘3rfatch, et5afefai w badly thyabch w ta3ali bnt3asha klna ‘6arbah.

Meera: inshalla…

This is gonna be a looong journey…

She walked me to my room, im taking the room downstairs. The “guest room”… it was spacious, and green <333 my favorite color..

The bed was right infront of the bedroom door, on the left side was a HUGE window, floor to ceiling high, there was no wall actually, it was just a huge window, and right outside was a private balcony, a patio, with a two seater swing. On the right side of the room was the dressing room & bathroom. The room was very comfortable, I could spend hours here. Khalo said there’s wifi and that 3azzooz will give me the password soon.

I called Dalloola,

Dalal: hey! W9alti?!

Meera: ya sorry nseit agoolch, was a bit overwhelming

Dalal: laiiish?! what happened?!

Meera: nothing, khalo estaqblatni w 3yalha. Damn dallool kl wa7d a7la 3an ethane!

Dalal: DETAILS!

Meera: well first there’s khelfan, he’s akbar wa7d, he’s like 29 or something, w sl6an is a year younger than him. 7areb is the bdwi beinhom, he’s 26. And then of course 3azzooz el3abee6 is 24. Bs mashalla khelfan dars fe Harvard, and he has this sexy American accent! Thawabni <3.<3 w sl6an dars fe oxford, and he has a british accent. Galooli 7areb dars fe spain bs ma3arf shu salfateh, bs apparently its this huge jam3h over there. Bs he’s soooo may59ah, lo tsm3eenh yrms che bt-thobeen fe mkanch. Wayd mal bu’6aby! In a sexy way!

Dalal: hahahha seems like someone is in love with three brothers!

Meera: if that’s even possible then yes I am!!! <3

* knock knock*

Meera: someones knocking, ill talk to u later lazm aseer at3asha wyahom

Dalal: ok! Txt me cuz ymkn Hamad yrja3 elbeit in a bit

Meera: ok bye

The moment I opened the door lock someone pushed the door open and barged in,

3azzooz: ana mb gaylellch etgooleelhom tbain teen fog!

He locked the door behind him.

Meera: maba! T5ayal 3ad ana elbnt elwa7eeda w klkom shabab fog!!

3azzooz: min zeench a7een e5wani ybonch?

Meera: ta3al mb chank u were on a date fe dbai? Kaif w9alt hni gabli?!

3azzooz: dreiwalkom ba6ee2, w ba3dein she was boring.

Meera: 3azzoooz (raised eye brow) did u even reach dbai?

3azzooz: shu qa9dch ya3ni ill cancel 3shanch!

Meera: 3azzoooooooooozzzz (in a very dalla3-ish way)

3azzooz: nzein nzein (YES! this always works with him hehe) uff 5oozy 3anni! Family comes first nzein I had to make u feel at home, or else my brothers will make u run for ur life

Meera: hehe! You’d do anything for me a9lan!

3azzooz: seery zgi!

Meera: augh! Dfsh! Lets go eat im starving

And so we did… it was nice and pleasant. The boys were…. Gentle as khalo says… they tried to tone down their energy… they even put salt into 7areb’s coke instead of chili sauce. Yup, they’re that weird.

But it was fun, and it was nice seeing 3azzooz in his territory. My phone was vibrating like hell in my pocket but I didn’t take it out cuz I felt like its rude.

When I went to wash my hands, I took out my phone and found 9 missed calls from “K”.

Sl6an: someone wants to talk to you badly.

Meera: huh?! (shit) oh ya its just my friend

Sl6an: sorry didn’t mean to peak, it was right in front of me.

Meera: its ok. I better go get this anyways…

I went to my room and locked the door, changed into my pj’s and tucked myself into bed… rakabt esama3ah and called him…

K: alo

Meera: heyy

K: halla 7abeeby

Meera: sorry. Knt wya ahli

K: khft 3alaich, ma6arashteeli msg anch w9alti…

Meera: asfh..

K: shhh.. ma3alaih… rgdi mama fe 7’6ni, warayh dawam bacher..

Meera: k… gnight…

K: a7bch * kissed me through the phone*

…. All I could hear after that is the sound of breathing…

…. And so I closed my eyes….

--- Him ---

ومن حبك وتأثير

فؤادي ينبض بطاريك

صعب يهوى أحد غيرك

واهو ميت اساسا فيك

Haven in the green room (Part 1)

تعب حالي وقلبي ضاق

يشيلك سر في صدري

وانا من زحمة الاشواق

اخاف اموت و ما تدري

--- Meera ---

Meera: Alo?

Dalal: halla babes, wein w9alti?

Meera: ummm... t3arfeen hal ydar el a5’9ar eli 3ala darb bu‘6abi?

Dalal: esmh 7zam el ‘3abat ya thakthak, yalla ma bgalch wayd w bto9leen inshalla AD

Meera: inshalla... im kinda nervous

Dalal: dont be. they’ll love you and you’ll fit right in.

Meera: you’re telling a dxb girl she’ll fit in AD?! hah! walla ‘6a7akteeni. i miss MCC already ok :|

Dalal: oh come on! 5alatch knows your lifestyle! ma’6n bt7kr 3alaich. w anyways ebooch m5ali the driver with you fa btromeen t6l3een meta ma tbein.

Meera: ya ba6la3 ya 7asrtii?! AD mall?! wla el corniche?! eww! I dont even have friends hnak! ma9adg whats happening! you have NOO idea how much i hate my parents right now.

Dalal: 7ubyy! we’ve been through this already. They want to travel the world, you’ll only be in AD for a couple of months.

Meera: shwwab yboon ‘3a9b ystwoon shabab! na3am ya3ni! uff anyways, how are the twins?

Dalal: i dont sing them lullabies anymore, a‘3aneelhom “ya msaharnii!”

Meera: hahaha cute

Dalal: fdait-hom, Hamad was trying to help out the other day w jlab diapers juji w tamat et9ee7 cuz she wasnt comfy, gtlh tba etsa3dni get me 2 nurses 3shan i sleep at night hehehe

Meera: shu gal? byeeblch?

Dalal: madri 6anashni hahah ybahom ya5thoon “7anan” el om awanh, cuz he never got enough of his mom allah yr7amha.

* incoming call: 3azooz*

Meera: babes barid akalmch, 3azzooz on the other line

Dalal: okai, 6amneeni yum bto9leen.

Meera: ok, chawz

*hangs up*

Meera: alo

3azzooz: shu matsm3een etelfon?! 9am5a?!!!!

Meera: 5eibh! enas esalmon yal 7ayawan!

3azzooz: enti mb wayh salam! weinch? ana yay dbai w aba ‘3da

Meera: 6aba5at ebook w ana madri?! kafalti ba3adha 3ala ebooyh! rd elbeit ana yaytnkom w abak tstaqblni with a bouquet of flowers and a red carpet

3azzooz: 7addch etdsheen min bab el m6ba5. sm3i, etha umaya galatlch bteelseen fl 7jra eli ta7at gooleelha anch et5afein w tbein teen fog

Meera: asfh ma batsharra6

3azzooz: meeroo yal 7ayawanh tara lo magltii ba76lch 3agarb ta7t eshbryh

Meera: 3anabook madfashk! magdar atshara6 kfayh baskn 3ndkom for a while, 3eib! why r u so stressed about it anyways?

3azzooz: uff mashay sa5eefa, yalla baramsch ba3dein, i have a date.

Meera: with?

3azzooz: enti shlch?! kum marra lazm agoolch latrzeen wayhch flli mat59ch!

Meera: seriously 3azzooz? i know kl swalfk wya elbanat for the simple reason: YOU TELL ME!

3azzooz: nzein yalla bye ana fe dbai, ba5al9 w bayeech AD

Meera: ya3ni ma btstaqblni?

3azzooz: ull survive, my mom doesnt bite

Meera: ass. bye

3azzooz: haha bye

*sigh*

I looked out the window, and saw the world everything pass by.

My parents left the country to “travel the world” 3agolat-hom.

They wouldnt let me stay with any of 3ammaty in Dubai cuz they’re “too free and open” as my mom says, so I have to stay with her sister in AD.

No friends, No social life, and ill be locked in jail. My cousins dont go out cuz its “3eib and mangood”, as if.

The only good thing in all this is 3azzooz. AbdulAziz my cousin, he’s a couple of years older than me. Even though we fight all the time, but we’re very close. He’s like a brother to me, like literally. I learned a lot about guys from him, he always tells me about the girls he’s dating; he’s such a player I swear lool. I remember once he went on a date with one girl, and this other girl he was talking to saw them and threw a fit.

He told each one of them that the other was his cousin “meera”. and made me talk to each one on the phone.

hazza2teh that day, he knows i dont like to get involved, but he begged me cuz both were “so hot” he said.

I tell 3azzooz everything, except my darkest secrets that involve guys. Those automaticall go to Dalal.

I never told 3azzooz about Khalifa, my boyfriend. I met khalloof a while back, through a friend.

He’s from AD so you can only imagine how thrilled he is. 7lailh may3arf anh i wont be able to see him cuz my family is strict.

and now, my journey in AD begins.

wish me luck.

Dalal e3yoonh (Part 18-B) FINALE

ok so I just created a twitter account: @PassionsBlog

feel free to follow me and write to me directly, I'll follow back so you guys can definitely send me direct messages or whatever they call them :P

aaaannnd this is the last part of Dalal e3yoonh! I'll start a new story very soon, and i'm sticking to my weekend deal. inshalla. gooloo inshalla..

so please comment! and help me write my stories! 3aneit w ana adawr a perfect ending for this one!

cheers!

Passion

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--- Hamad ---

I left Dalal at home and went to my dads office.

So the plan is as follows: sign some papers, go have coffee with some of the guys, kill some time… then go back home to Dalloola.

I entered the building, damn I’ve missed work.

I saw soaad the secretary and asked her to get me my coffee.

Soaad: estaz Hamad, fe 7ada 3am ys2al 3annak min youmeim.

Hamad: mno?

Soaad: ma ba3rif, ma r’9yit ta36eeny esma, bs 2alitli anha badda trja3 ba3dein. Bs ma rij3at min yomeet-ha

Hamad: ma3alaih mb mshklh, etha kan muhm btrja3 bnafs-ha.

Soaad: 7a’9r. hai el awra2 elli b7aja annak etwaq3 3alaihom. El ba2i 3am bin7awlo la waldak. Ou la 2ilak bl email.

Hamad: matga9reen Soaad. Ana maba6awl.

6l3at.. bs el bab masakkar. The door automatically slides shut, but I didn’t hear it. I lifted my head up to see whats stopping it, and met her in the eyes…

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What the hell is she doing here.

“halla Hamad, miss me?”

Hamad: Heba. Shu tsaween hni?!

Heba: yeit achoofk, at6amman 3alaik.

Hamad: didn’t I make it clear that I want you out of my life?

Heba: you want that, but its not really what you need.

Enough is enough. 5ara 3alaiha w 3ala shaklha. W 5ara 3alayh etha ba5ali w7dh 7ayawanh mthlha et5arb 7ayati.

I got up. And walked to the door. I closed it and locked it.

I pulled her by the arm and pushed here towards an arm chair.

Heba: tough love? Gtlk mat9b-

Hamad: BAS!

I could see the shock in her eyes. She never heard me raise my voice like this.

Hamad: choofy hebo. Tarach WAYD ma9a5teeha. Agoolch li2a5ar marra, tngal3ein OUT of my life. maba achoof rg3at wayhch, wa la 7ata asma3 esm yn6ara jdammi. W wallllah yal 5ayseh-

Heba: ANA 5AYSEH?!!!

Hamad: CHUB WA LA KLMH!!!! 5ayseh w n9! Walla yal 5ayseh lo tgarabti mni wla min ahli marra thanyh, beini w beinch el m7akim. W 9adgeeny I can sue you for harassment. And after I do that, ill make sure I turn your life into hell. And after that, you’ll find yourself dead alone.

Heba: haha! As if you can do that!

I wrapped my hand around her neck and squeezed. “dare me Heba. Just dare me.”

Her hands were over mine pulling them away for air.

I let go with utter disgust, “you tried to hurt me, and I let that pass. But the moment you tried to hurt my wife and family, it got VERY personal. Ebta3dai a7sallch. W dawreelch wa7d ‘3abi e7bch w ystr 3alaich.”

I took the papers off the desk and walked out, signed whats left and put them on soaads table. I couldn’t look at her anymore. 3ft 7ata ani afakr feeha. “call security and let them take that creature out of my office. Make sure the cleaners clean after her.”

And I left.

--- Dalal ----

“SHIT! SHIT! SHIITT!!! MEEROOO DRIIIVE FAST!!!!!!!”

Meera: OKAAIII OKAAIIII ASOOOG 160!!!!! W 3AL 5A6 EL A9FAR!!!!!

Dalal: BSR3AA!!!! THE BABY IS COMING!!!!

*phone rings*

Dalal: its hamad!!! *takes deep breathes * alo? Halla Hamad.., my good,, great, ok im eff-ed up!!! My water broke!!!! Yes.. yess… haih haih meera wyayh hee etsoog. Ok ok ok … AYYYY!!!!!! Haiiiihh haihhhh walla etsooog bsr3a!!! haih el mstashfa el amriikiii l2ani kalamt dktorty galat she’s there now, w its agrabli min mstashfa elwa9l. ok see u there

Meera: shu gal?!

Dalal: shu bigool ba3ad!!!!! Just driiive!!!

Meera: UFFF!!!! YOUR HORMONES ARE WORSE THAN HORMONAT A PREGNANT WOMAN!!! Oh wait. YOU ARE PREGNANT!!!

Dalal: instead of being a smart ass, DRIVE!

We got to the hospital and everything was fast after that…

One minute I was on a wheel chair, the next I was on a bed with the epidural on my back.

I was going to have my baby.

Hamad rushed into the delivery room and held my hand the whole time.

I didn’t feel a thing because of the epidural, all I remember is the doctor telling me to push.

Then the baby was out and Hamad was holding her…. I was so jealous, I wanted to hold her.

The doctor was suddenly panicking, “DALAL!!! PUSH!! PUSH!!!”

What’s going on… I just had my baby… why is she telling me to push.

I just pushed. And pushed…

That’s when I heard another cry.

“It’s another girl!!!”

Hamad was crying, “knty t3arfeen?!”

Dalal: a3arf shu?!

Hamad: twins!

Dalal: la2.

Hamad: a7bch…

He whispered as he held both our daughters closer to me.

And so… lulu’a and Joharah banat Hamad Al Flani, have entered my life.

With lots of love,

Dalal e3yoonh.

Dalal e3yoonh (Part 18-A) FINALE

1- A7bkom for all the support. I saw your comments marra w7deh and it made my eyes tear, thank you so much.

2- Sorry 6awalt, i know i promised every friday at least, bs walla i have my reasons. i hope you understand

3- To those who think i abandoned the blog, NEVER. I don't abandon things/people, if I couldn't write anymore for this blog, I'd tell you guys. Because ill owe you at least that.

4- maba6awl 3alaikom. Dalal e3yoonh is coming to an end, and i'm starting a new story that has been haunting me now "Haven in the green room.

xoxo,

Passion

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-- Dalal--

“Hamad…” I whispered…

The room was dark, but I could see the light peaking from the sides of the curtains…

Hamad: 3yoonh

He held me tighter than before

Dalal: ba6ni e3awrni

Hamad: laish 7abeeby

He rose and placed his hand on my tummy… “the baby?”

Dalal: madryy, el wya3 shway ta7at…

Hamad: tbein teelseen?

Dalal: mafyh… khala9 its ok ill be fine.

Hamad: you sure?

Dalal: yeah gleibii, mind if u just stretch w etnawlni el bottle?

Hamad: tamreen amr

He gave me the bottle and I took a sip, he was eying me… I knew he was worried but didn’t want to be pushy..

Dalal: im ok.. really.. etha zad bagoolk..

I saw his jaw stiffen some more.. but he just laid back down and stared at the ceiling.

--- Hamad ---

she was trying to reassure me, bs mb gadr…

Dalal: talk to me.

Hamad: hmm

Dalal: ramsni, shu fe balk.

Hamad: a7bch.

Dalal: I know that. *Giggled*

Hamad: ya3ni mat7beeny? *Smirked*

Dalal: embala a7bk hehe

Hamad: lootyh!

I turned to my side and kissed her lips… I find myself missing them more and more each day, even though I have my share whenever I want to.

Dalal: now seriously tell me, shu fe balk?

Hamad: lulu’ah wla joharah?

Dalal: …. Madrii….

Hamad: ekhtarai… aba asameeha one of these names.. gooleely ay esm e3aybch akthar

Dalal: kaif et5ayrni bein omi w omk…

Hamad: ma akhayrch… hathy bntna.. w etha masameinaha one of them, bnsami the next baby

--- Dalal---

His smiled turned to a grin when he mentioned another baby

Dalal: 7abeeby ma’6n aba another baby for at least 4 years! Who thought pregnancy was this hormonal!

He chuckled, “nzein ma3alaih.. bs its gonna be one of these names.”

Dalal: ok. Now momkn etseer edawam! Maleit mnk!!! Shahar w ana mjabltnk!!!

He took a leave yum d5alt ethamn, 7abeeby he’s so sweet. Gal anh yba etim wyayh this period l2anh the doctors expected me to give birth early, considering that karshaty was very low.

Hamad: maba gtlch batim wyach hal fatra

Dalal: d5eeelkkk Hamaaad goo!!!!!! ba9ee7 taraniii!!! Tbani a9eee7?!!!! Ha ha dama3t!! chooof!

He laughed so hard, “ok! Ok! Hahahah baser shway el maktab a9lan lazm aseer awaq3 3ala kumn 3aqd w barja3lch”

Dalal: ok. Bs meera tara bteeni.