Meant to Be (Finale)

Again, I'm sorry if the ending will dissapoint some of you.

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Their night out did not end as anyone would have expected.



M7ammad was looking at shai5a who was too busy blushing at something he just said to her, as he was driving.



They had an accident.



Shaikha was in a coma for 6 months.



M7ammad wasn't in a coma, nor was he dead.



M7ammad woke up the day after the accident.



But, M7ammad lost his memory.



He lost 10 years of his life.



When M7ammad woke up, all he could think was "Manal"



No amount of talking or begging or official papers would convince him that he had a wife other than his Manal.



Manal wasn't hard to track down, and things weren't too complicated on her side because she was recently divorced.



Everyone tried to interfere.



Everyone cried for "M7ammad and Shaikha," for their love story.



But M7ammad wouldn't budge.



And after a while, they lost hope that Shaikha would wake up.



So M7ammad and Manal got married and started reliving their story.



Every now and then M7ammad would get flashbacks, glimpes of Shaikha, her eyes, her smile, he'd feel like something was missing from him. But he didnt know what that thing was, or that his life would never be complete without Shaikha. He didn't know the whole picture because he never regained his full memory back.



Shaikha..



She was the same girl from the outside, minus the glowing eyes and beautiful smile.



From the inside, she didn't even recognize her own self.



She felt dead.



She asked for only one thing from M7ammad, to keep her as his wife on papers.



Why?



No one knew the reason. She didn't even know it.



Whether they will ever get back their story.. is up to fate.



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Sometimes things don't turn out as we expected.

It is nice to have faith, to have hope.

But sometimes, these are exactly the things that kill us.




The old post from the future might have been a dream, or it might be a few chapters ahead in their story.    

I'm not sure if im going to post another story about their future or not..    

Until their fate is decided.. each one of you can create the ending she dreamed of.    



Meant to be (part 47)

Hello everyone..
Sorry adry wayed 6awalt as usual..
This is going to be the post gabel the last one..
I'm sorry if the ending is going to dissapoint some of you..
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 ----- Shai5a

 I opened my eyes slowly, hoping that my throbbing headache won't be exacerbated by the light.

I realized then that it wasn't just my head that was hurting, my whole body felt like it was on fire.

I stared at the ceiling trying to figure out where I was.

I heard a voice calling but I was too dizzy to understand what was going on around me.

"Shai5a" the voice was a bit more clear now.

"Mama.." I recognized her voice, my voice barely audible.

"7abeebti.." She said and I could hear it in her voice that she was crying.

I felt a sharp pain in my chest and forced myself to sit up shwaya so that I could see my surroundings.

I was in a hospital.

"Mama shilsalfa?" I asked dazed.

The doctor came in and started examining me; I couldn't really hear what he was saying to me.

 He gave up on trying to ask me and mumbled a few words to my dad who came in after him before he left the room.

"m7ammad.. waina?" I asked after a while, my voice croaky.

My mom and dad looked at each other, both of their eyes full of tears.

That sharp pain in my chest came back again.

"m7ammad waina?" I repeated.

 "M7ammad safar 3inda sh'3l.." My dad said in an unconvincing manner.

"laish ma galy? mita safar? w ana laish hny?" I asked

 My mom cried as she held my hand tightly.

I pulled my hand away, as all sorts of possibilities came through my mind.


















I'm staring at the ceiling as I remember that day.

My tears, which got used to their free reign by now, are flowing.

I ask myself over and over again..

Why?

Why does it hurt so much?

I open my laptop to go through our pictures as I do every night, but my flash disk doesn't work.

I feel too weak to panic.

I feel like someone took the last unshattered piece of my heart.

I feel helpless.

I try over and over again.

I try until there are no more tears.

That flash disk was the only thing I had left of him.

I feel numb.

I stare at the ceiling again.

I stare until I fall asleep for the first time in 6 months without going through every picture of us together.

Is it a sign? I ask myself

A sign to move on?

Is there such a thing as moving on?



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What do you think happened?