Meant to Be (part seventeen)

Just as I promised..
a post :):)
bas its extra short..
I will try to post another one soon..
bas this time 9ij no promises :P

anyways.. I have an important question..
one of the readers suggested something..
and I want to know if all of you guys agree..
then I'm going to give it a try maybe..
She suggested:
" bedal ma u write everything that happend with mohammed then everything again in shaikas way u could just write one long post and color there thoughts"
what do u thinK?

and lastly.. gabel ma tigroon il post..
I would like to dedicate it to Um 3abdallah!
Thank you for being such a wonderful and amazing friend!

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----- M7ammad

"Which seat do you want?" I asked her when the flight attendant showed us to our place.

"It doesn't matter" She replied staring at the floor.

"T7ibeen you look outside or do you feel nauseous?" I asked her, hoping for some kind of clear response.

"3adee" She replied indifferently again. Something inside me just ticked; it's something I inherited from my dad's side of the family. When things don't go the way I planned, or when I'm really frustrated, I just lose it. However, for some weird reason my reaction was way calmer than I thought it would be.

One thing that annoyed me the most was people not returning my passion. I mean I know that I didn't actually confess my love or anything, but I'm trying to be nice here. I'm offering her the seat that me and my sisters usually fight for, and she's just not giving me any importance.

"Ya3ny ana bas aby afham.. intay killa 3adee?" I said in a low voice, aiming to control my temper.

When she didn't answer, I lifted her chin and made her look me in the eye. For a couple of seconds I got lost there, in her eyes, in the depth of their emotions. They told me so many different things, and yet the most clear and vivid emotion expressed there was fear. It saddened me, how naive she was, how young her soul was, and how much she was tormented from the decision that her family took on her behalf and mine.

"Go take the seat you want." I told her as I looked away.

Quietly, she went and took the seat beside the window. She opened it and stared. I watched her reflection, and how hard she tried to control her expressions. She was strong and I admired her for that, but after all, there is only so much burden such a young heart can carry.

I searched her face again. Trying to understand her. She closed her eyes for a bit and rested her head on the seat. Don't close your eyes I almost said.

Her eyes, I thought to myself, and how much I wish that I didn't look into her eyes.


----- Shai5a

"Which seat do you want?" M7ammad asked me as we approached our seats.

I want the one beside the window, I thought to myself.

"It doesn't matter" I replied to him.

"T7ibeen you look outside or do you feel nauseous?" He asked me again.

Does he honestly think I'm a kid? Why would I feel nauseous? It's true I'm a little scared from the takeoffs and the landing, but it's nothing I can't handle on my own.

"3adee" I replied, not really in the mood to talk to him.

"Ya3ny ana bas aby afham.. intay killa 3adee?" He asked me, seeming to get impatient.

I kept quiet, not wanting him to snap at me, because I honestly didn't think that I could handle it. I continued imagining different faces and shapes painted on the floor, until he forced me to look up.

He lifted my chin, and my eyes caught his as soon as I looked up. He caught me by surprise, and I just looked into his eyes. Those eyes weren't the eyes of a mean person. In them I saw kindness, gentleness, compassion, and another thing. Something I couldn't put my finger on, it seemed like the thing they always described in movies. Love? Was it? No, it was the possibility of love that I saw. Could it be? I thought to myself as I took the seat next to the window. Or am I just imagining things now?

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Hope u enjoyed :P
and next post you will know their honeymoon ra7 ykoon wain :P