3eedkum Mbarak :**

3eedkum Mbarak..

w ayamkum klha sa3eeda Inshallah :)

w hopefully I will post Soon..

Hope You had another wonderful experience this RamadAN!!

Meant to Be (Part Nine - B)

This is my Ramadan Post!..
So I'll see u after Eid :Pp
and btw.. this is Shaikha's perspective on the wedding!
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----- Shai5a

I was feeling very nauseous from the moment they entered. I kept looking at the beautifully designed details of my dress until all the men left. When it was just my father and uncle, he came to take off my shawl, and I could feel his eyes on me but I didn't have the courage to look up. He kissed the crown of my head quickly and returned to his place.

We took pictures with our family, and I tried my best to smile and not think about the person standing next to me.

"You have to hold hands!" Yelled the photographer. I felt my heart beat faster and I had the sudden urge to scream, but I just sat there trying to ignore her. Then I saw Dalal, my cousin and M7ammad's sister, talking to him and she seemed pretty pissed, so I just continued watching the children dancing in weird ways.

I felt him move, but I didn't look in his direction. Then Dalal came to talk to me.

"Tara you two are idiots! Miskay 2eeda 3ashan n9awwir bsir3a" She said in a scary tone. I tried to say no, but she just gave me another frightening stare, which made me automatically reach for his hand.

His hands were warm and big. I thought about spending my life with this man, whom I don’t know, and shivered at the thought. However, he did something that shocked me; he started massaging my hands and rubbing them in a very comforting and loving way. I looked around, trying to find anyone that can rescue me now, but thankfully he stopped. However, he squeezed my hands in a painful way this time. I looked in his direction for the first time in my life, and he grinned as he scanned my face. I quickly looked in the other direction, with my heart beating faster than ever.

From the few seconds I spent looking at his face, I gathered that he is handsome, very handsome indeed. He was white, but had black eyes, and the contrast between them did wonders. However, his most dazzling feature is his teeth; they were simply prefect, and they beautified his smile and face.

The photographer took many random pictures, then they brought the rings. He held my hands for a while and just stared. Then his sister came and told him which finger he should put the ring on. It honestly mortified me that he didn’t even know on which finger he should put the ring! Is he that clueless?

Then it was my turn to put on his ring. I held his hands, and quickly slipped the ring in his finger. Then I placed my hands on my lap again. I think I he was laughing at me, but I didn't bother to turn in his direction.

After a little while Dalal came, carrying the chocolate fondue, which she volunteered to bring. It looked really delicious, but I was too nervous to even think about eating. She dipped the strawberry in the chocolate and handed it to him, and he immediately popped it in his mouth. I exchanged looks with her.

"M7ammad!! Lazem twakel murtik awal!" She told him quickly.

"Asif.. ma agdar.. aham shay 3ndy ba6ny w ba3dain ba6ny w ba3dain.. ba6ny" He told her seriously, but she treated him with one of her death stares, which made him regret making his statement.

She dipped another strawberry in the chocolate sauce, and gave it to him, and this time he tried brought it near my mouth. I was hesitant at first because I was afraid I would throw up if I ate anything, but surprisingly he tried to comfort me.

"Latheeeeeeth" He told me with a smile. I looked at him, shocked from his sudden cheerfulness. I took a small bit and it was delicious. "Bas!!" He exclaimed. "Kaifich… ana ra7 akamla" He told me as he ate the rest of the strawberry. I held my laugh at his carefree and humorous personality, and even though I didn't know him, I actually started to think that there is hope after all.

This time Dalal gave me the strawberry, but unfortunately, the sauce began to drip, and it reached my finger. While Dalal searched for a tissue, M7ammad took action. He held my hand and licked the chocolate from my finger all the way up to the stick. I felt my face burn at the thought of what he did, so I looked in the other direction afraid to meet his gaze. Therefore, he ate the rest of the strawberry from my hand without seeming to notice how embarrassed I was.

All my cousins started cheering for him, and asked for more action which made me furious. I tried to stare at them so that they would stop, but they only cheered more. He chuckled and talked to his sister.

The next thing that Dalal prepared is the heart-shaped pineapple. I took a deep breath, and almost ran away, but I remembered that I can't walk quickly in my dress. We held the stick together and took bites as camera flashes went crazy. He kept looking at me even after we finished, with a smirk on his face. Again, I blushed and turned my face quickly. This blushing thing is starting to get on my nerves, because I hate being embarrassed.

We stayed for a while, then my sister came and told me that we have to go. I cursed myself for not running away earlier and got up. After a few shots I started to make my way to the cake, which was in the middle. He was faster than me, and I could sense that he was getting impatient. I tried my best to walk quickly.

When I got to the cake, my sister gave me the knife and told me to lead him. He put his hands over mine, and I almost dropped the knife, but he held my hand tighter. We fed each other, and then he finished the rest of the piece of cake. So we made our way to our room, but this time, we were both slow, and neither one of us wanted to speed up.

The photographer and Dalal also came with us, so it wasn't very awkward in the beginning. She began her photo-shoot with normal poses, like standing beside each other, or him standing and me sitting. We were both fine in the beginning and we continued smiling for the camera.

However, she started to get X-rated for a bit. I stared at her with tears in my eyes; I didn’t want him to carry me. I didn't want him to hug me. I didn’t want him to put his hands on my waist. I didn’t want him to kiss me! Unfortunately, Dalal was her bossy self as usual, so with a bit of blasphemy and teasing, she managed to make us look like a perfect couple in the pictures.

After the photo-shoot, the two of them left, leaving me alone with my "husband".

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Hope you liked it..

W Inshallah I will resume the story after Ramadan!

And for all those bloggers out there..

Try not to post a lot.. because I won't read any blogs in Ramadan either..

and I don't want to have one million posts waiting for me after Eid :S

TC!

Ramadan!

HEllloOOO!!

Mbarak 3aleeeekum iL ShaHar!...

W I hope everyone enjoys it like I do!

and I'm sorry to say that I will post one post during this month only :S

But I will resume my story after Eid Inshallah!!

I love you all!!!

And Have a Happy Ramadan!

TC!

Meant to Be (Part Nine - A)

This post is dedicated to my uNcle "I love you"!
and ofcourse to my lovely followers and readers :)
Sorry adry waaaayed 6awalt :S but I'm seriously busy!
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----- M7ammad

The door opened and we started walking towards the end of the ballroom, where the bride is. I fixed my eyesight on my sister and smiled when she signaled me to. She looked at me with pleading eyes. I knew what she wanted, so I looked away. She wants me to treat her like every other bride on her wedding day. But how can I?

We reached there and I stood beside her, noticing that she was short. Great, I thought to myself.
We took countless pictures, and my cousins and friends started congratulating me and leaving slowly. After a little while, all my brothers posed for a picture, and then they excused themselves, too. Lastly, I stood there with my father and uncle alone. My sister came to me and told me to remove the shawl covering her head and shoulders, and then kiss her head. I frowned, disapproving.

"Tara ana akbar minha ib 11 years" I told my sister.

"M7ammad! Just do it!" Said Dalal in her bossy voice.

"Loo a7ad thany galy chan ma saweetha" I told her as I slightly pulled her hair.

She gave me her death-stare, and left to stand next to the rest of my sisters.

I stood in front of her and took a deep breath as I started to remove the shawl. I couldn't see her face properly when she was covered, so I decided to take a quick peek at my future wife. She was staring at the floor for some reason, so again, I couldn't see her face properly; all I saw was the tip of her nose. Disappointed, I kissed her head and went back to my place.

My father and uncle took some pictures with us, then my mom and sisters came, in addition to her mom and sisters. After my father and uncle left, the photo-shoot continued; my sisters, nieces, and cousins, came to congratulate us, and took some pictures with us. Then my sister told me that it we have to take pictures alone. I was very irritated because I still don't know how she looks. I gave my sister a cold stare, and continued flashing my fake smile at the camera.

"You have to hold hands!" Shouted the photographer, with irritation clear in her voice. I smiled but ignored her.

Then my sister came and gave me a quick speech, which convinced me to hold her hands. No need to mention it because the profanity exceeds the normal limit in that little speech.

I reached out for her hand, but she didn't move. I didn’t look at her face; instead I gave my sister an angry look. So in return, my sister gave her one of her famous speeches too. However, I would like to assume that she didn’t use as much profane words.

She slowly placed her hands in mine. Her hands were small, and they were cold. She started shaking, and I assumed it was because she was cold. Involuntarily, I started rubbing her hands, but I stopped as soon as I felt her body stiffen.

I glanced towards her direction, hoping to clearly put a face to my wife. She was looking the other direction, so I squeezed her hands to get her attention, and it worked. She looked at me, with her big-doe eyes filled with questions.

She wasn't flawless, but her features appealed to me in many ways. I stared at her shamelessly, with a smirk on my face. After all, I did appreciate the fact that my future wife wasn't ugly. We took many pictures, I would randomly glance in her direction every once in a while, but she always kept her eyes fixed somewhere else.

After a little while, they brought the rings so that we can exchange them. I held the ring, and stared at her hands. I was admiring how delicate they are, while thinking: just where the hell am I supposed to put the ring? I didn't know which finger I should put it on, so I called my sister for assistance. She showed me, after cursing me of course; apparently I was stupid for not knowing these things.

Then it was her turn to put on my ring. She did it with trembling hands, and quickly placed her hands in her laps again. I chuckled slightly at how nervous she was, and continued to take in her features. After that, my sister, Dalal, brought the chocolate fondue that she worked on. It looked simply mouth-watering, which made me happy instantly.




Dalal dipped the strawberry in the chocolate and gave it to me. I automatically put it in my mouth and gave her a thumbs-up. She looked at me with a horrified expression.

"M7ammad!! Lazem twakel murtik awal!" She told me with while trying to hold in her laugh.

"Asif.. ma agdar.. aham shay 3ndy ba6ny w ba3dain ba6ny w ba3dain.. ba6ny" I told her while eyeing the fondue.

She dipped another strawberry in the delicious chocolate and then handed it to me with a glare. I knew that I wouldn't get away with it this time, so I ignored my growling stomach and turned to feed her. She looked really anxious, so I gave her a reassuring smile.

"Latheeeeeeth" I told her while licking my lips. She looked at me, surprised from my sudden mood change maybe. I brought the strawberry closer to her mouth, as she took a small bite. "Bas!!" I exclaimed. "Kaifich … ana ra7 akamla" I told her as I finished the rest of the strawberry, which earned me another glare from my sister.

My sister dipped yet another strawberry in the chocolate, but this time she handed it to her. So she tried to feed me the strawberry, but the sauce was dripping and it reached her fingertip. Therefore, I decided to make everyone's life easier and licked the sauce, starting from her fingertip to the strawberry. I finished off with a smile, and to my surprise all my cousins were cheering for me. I looked at her, but she was too busy blushing, so I ate the rest of the strawberry from her hand without complaining.

After the strawberry, came a big heart-shaped pineapple. She dipped both ends with chocolate, and ordered us to hold it together. Of course, no one can say no to the Nazi so we held it, and leaned in to from it. We were very close to each other, and I sensed that she wasn't comfortable, which made me stay there a bit longer. I stared at her with a grin, which caused her to turn her head and flush. I laughed and tried to convince my sister to give me a spoonful of the delicious chocolate syrup, but with no luck.

We stayed for a little longer than we are supposed to, then we started getting up to leave. The cake was in the middle waiting for us, and I was in a hurry to get to it, but she was very slow due to her humongous dress. I waited for her patiently, and we got there finally.

She held the knife, and I put my hands over hers, as she cut the cake. The rest was pretty typical; I fed her, she fed me, then I ate the rest of the piece alone. We found our way outside the ballroom, except this time I wasn't rushing. We went to our room, and to my horror the photographer came with us. She was also accompanied by Dalal, so unfortunately we had to do everything that she wanted. After about 30 minutes of photos, arguing, and posing, they both left; leaving me alone with me "wife".

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I'll post Shai5a's perspective on the wedding soon inshallah!
Hope you liked it!

Hatred

This post is dedicated to "H"
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I hate you.

I loathe you.

I despise you.

I abhor you.

I detest you.


I wish this was true. I wish you were my enemy, because betrayal from an enemy doesn't hurt as much as betrayal from the beloved.

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This is a Random Post.. Just because I feel very "Dark"

Inshallah I will post the next part of the story soon..

Meant to Be (Part Eight)

Sorry.. I know 6awwalt :P
But I was looking for a wedding dress :P
And its short btw.. but better than nothing :p
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----- M7ammad

I woke up this morning, with no enthusiasm at all. Today is the wedding day.

Last night I had a "bachelor's party", as my brother put it. I stayed in the duwaniya until dawn, and then returned home and tossed in bed until I slept. Surprisingly, I did wake up pretty early this morning, and therefore, I went to the mazra3a. I stayed there until about 3 and then headed back home. I sat with my brothers for a while, and then everyone went to get dressed.

By the time I finished and went down, all my brothers were waiting for me and my mother was also back with bukhoor in her hand. I kissed her head, and she turned her face to hide the tears in her eyes. I chuckled as I kissed her head again and hugged her.

"Yuma… il mafroo'6 ana ily abchee moo intay" I told her, laughing.

"7amood moo wagtik!" She said, irritated by the fact that everyone was laughing at her by now.

We left the house, and headed to my uncle's house, because the men will be there since his house was very large, and his garden fit the buffet.

I was actually enjoying my time, given that all my friends and cousins were there. Tons of pictures were taken, and jokes were being constantly shouted out. Basically, I loved it, until they told me that it was time to go to the hotel, where the women were. My smile turned into a frown, and all the horns and foolish car maneuvers that my brothers came up with didn’t cheer me up.

I stood in front of the ballroom's door, as they announced my arrival. Here we go, I thought to myself, there is no way I can delay anything this time.

----- Shai5a

I took a sleeping pill last night, as one of my friend's recommended. I woke up kind of late, so I took a shower, cried my eyes out, dressed quickly, and went to have my wedding day massage.

After my massage, we went to the hotel, because we had a room reserved there, so I can get ready for the wedding. The hair stylist came, and after that the make-up artist. My maska, or flowers, was a mixture of red roses; therefore, she applied red lipstick, and other than that my make-up was very natural. As for my hair updo, it was simple yet really elegant and it suited the shape of my face. fter I wore my dress, we stayed for a while, just talking. Just incase you are wondering, I had my best friend, my aunt, my cousin, and my mom's cousin with me.

At around 9:15, we started going there, I stood as they adjusted my dress in front of the door, and I recited all the prayers that I could remember. It was awkward at the beginning, because I didn't like a lot of people starring at me. However, as I settled down and different people came to congratulate me and take pictures with me, I actually felt happy. It was really fun, seeing everyone dance and enjoy their time; but in the end, the short hand reached 11 and the long hand reached 12… It was time for me to meet my "husband."

They covered me because all his brothers were going to come in with him, in addition to some of his and our cousins. The ballroom suddenly felt really hot, as the beginning of his entrance song began.

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Cliff Hanger??!!

I hope so.. min ziman aby asaweeha :pP

What do you think of the dress?!

How would you feel?

This post is dedicated to my favorite person in the whole wide world, my uncle, my role-model, and my savior. I love you... Allah Yraj3ik bil Salama

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HOW WOULD YOU FEEL?

-If your favorite person in the whole world left without telling you.

- If your son was taken in front of your eyes, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

- If you didn't tell your husband you loved him, thinking he will be back, but he didn't come back.
- If you devoted your life to one person, but after he left, you discovered the ugly truth.

- If you discovered that the person you trusted the most, is the person whom you should be careful from.

- If you slept at night, alone in bed, not knowing where your husband is.

- If you found out that you were pregnant, the day your husband left you.

- If you loved a person with all the willpower you had, but your father refused to accept his proposal.

-If you had to choose between your son and your father.

-If you looked into your husband's eyes, and saw his love for someone else.

-If your enemy saved you, while your soul mate was too afraid to help.

- If you killed your patient, because of a silly mistake on your part.

- If you can't sleep at night, but you know that the person you are thinking of doesn't even remember your name.

-If you had to smile, even though your insides are crying.

-If you had to remind your husband three times about your birthday, and he still didn't remember it.

- If you sat all day waiting for one person to get online, and when he did, he signed in with his topic about another girl.

- If you wrote a whole book, but you still couldn't express your feelings.

** Whenever you feel down, remember that some people have problems that make yours seem insignificant. Always ask god for his assistance, whether you are happy or sad.

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I'm sorry... I know my blog is very negative these days :Pp
The next post for the story will be wedding daY!!!!