Imagination Running Wild..

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Dedicated to H..

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"Do you want me?" He asked, smiling knowingly.

She stared at him, hating the fact that she was exposed in every way possible.

"Answer my question.." He imitated the voice she used, every time he chose not to answer her questions.

"Well, your question isn't really clear.. you have to give me a clear definition for the word 'want'" She replied, thinking that she passed the danger zone by making her witty remark.

"Do you want to marry me?" He asked, gazing into her eyes, holding her face, and forcing her to look directly at him.

She closed her eyes, a tear forcefully escaping her secured eyelid.

He traced her tear with his finger, kissing where it stopped, just next to her lips.

He hugged her, feeling every emotion in her tense body melt with his touch.

He felt her love.

He felt her fear.

He felt her attachment.

His heart ached from the depth of the emotions being transferred to him; and he shuddered thinking of what she's going through right now. She was very fragile, and he knew it, but he liked the fact that he was her savior, her protector.

"Intay 7abeebty.." He said, hugging her even closer, trying to assure her that their love is going to last forever.

When in reality, both of them know that they are not meant to be.

She was his, without having to announce it; he had control over every fiber in her body.

They are the perfect match; their souls are made for each other.

But every other thing defies their love.

" I .. " She started, but his lips found hers immediately, savoring their taste, and preserving the sacred silence in which only their hearts were communicating.

She held onto him, only thinking about the moment.

" a7ibich .." He said, moving away before things get too far.

She looked at him, with pain in her eyes. Pain because all the love she has for him was weighing her down. She felt suffocated, she felt weak, she felt tired.

She looked at him, silently asking him to make the pain go away.

He observed her, hating the fact that pain fogged the spark in her eyes.

He scooped her once more in his arms, where they both felt at home.

He tightened his grip on her waist, and almost crushed her against him.

"Do I really have to go down on one knee?" He asked her.

Tears automatically brimmed her eyes again; this time he kissed her eyes tenderly.

"I love you.." She said it aloud for the first time, her voice shaking. She felt her whole body sigh as she verbally confessed for the first time that she loved him.

"Gooleeha ba3ad marra.." He whispered.

"a7ibik.." She replied sincerely, as she bit her trembling lips, "I don't want to lose you" She continued, her voice breaking.

He looked at her, and for the first time he was speechless.

Her words touched him so deeply; he felt his heart break as he watched her trying to compose herself.

He went down on one knee, and without a word he slipped the ring onto her slim finger.

He sat there admiring it, admiring the fact that she is now officially his no matter what anyone else says about it, while she stood still frozen.

She looked up at him, one glance, and she knew what was coming is worth the wait.

She closed her eyes tightly, wanting all the images she was creating to disappear. She was imagining again, this was her thing.

She wiped her eyes as she recalled their beautiful love story, perfect in her imagination. Every time she saw him, she imagined a love-filled conversation, where he would somehow confess all his feelings.

That day never came.

She watched him today, as he held another girl's hands. She watched him kiss her fingers. She watched them silently, wishing that she would die because it would be less painful. She hated herself for being so selfish. Shouldn't she be happy for him?

But how can she happy when all her dreams were shattered in front of her. He was everything she ever wanted, and still is; but life does that sometimes. It deprives you from the only thing you really want, need, and love.


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Hope you liked it..
And I will try my best to post the story (no promises when)..
TC!

Meant to be (part 42)

3eedkum mbarak mu2a5aran :p

w I hope everyone had a good break :)

Sorry for the extremely late post..

senior year is just hectic + it sucks unfortunately..

This is dedicated to everyone who commented on the last post ;)

Oh and this is a not-so-innocent post ;p (matches my mood for some reason ;P)

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----- M7ammad


When we got home, talked to my mom, and told her that she's going to study medicine. Yabibat and we laughed. She was extremely happy for her, since she knew that it was her dream.

For the first time since we got married, my mom looked at me with respect and pride in her eyes.

She announced that she wants to throw a party for Shai5a, since she didn't get a graduation party and all. A barbeque party she decided, tonight.

"mala da3ee 5alty.." Shai5a replied, smiling.

"La2 5ala9.. ana baroo7 ajahez kl shay.." My mom left us alone.

"Ha ya 7ilwa.. tabeen tit'3adeen il7een?" I asked her.

"Kaifik.. if you're hungry I'll eat with you" She said.

"No I ate in the hospital la2anich ti2a5artay.." I replied.

"And I drank coffee.. so I don't feel like eating.." She smiled.

"Ok then.. let's go.." I said, carrying her up the stairs, and ignoring all her complaints.

I went to the bathroom, and when I got out she was sitting on the bed, flipping through one of her books.

"Isn't that cool??!" She said, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Shno?" I said, as I sat beside her, peaking into the book.

"This is cool.." She said, pointing at the heart diagram, with the vessels looking like the cartoon-heart.

I smiled as I hugged her, and she leaned back on me in response.

"m7ammad.. don't you think I should go help 5alty in the kitchen?" She asked, looking up at me.

"I really don't think so.. I think we should sleep.." I said, tackling her so that she's under me now.

She rolled her eyes, and managed to slip from under me. I watched her get dressed, and head downstairs, laughing at my expression.

A couple of minutes later, she came back, and I laughed at her expression.

"I think I told you not to go.." I chuckled.

"She gave me the death stare and practically kicked me out of the kitchen.." She said, laughing.

"3ashan marra thanya tismi3een il kalam.." I continued laughing.

" Fine whatever.." She said, as she got into her pajamas again, and lied down next to me, and started blabbing about her day.

"Shai5a.." I interrupted after a couple of minutes.

"Shno?" She asked.

"I want to sleep, so I'm going to have to do this so you can shut up for a while.." I said as I pulled her next to me and kissed her lips devouringly.

I hugged her closer, giving her a quick last peck, and went to sleep immediately.




----- Shai5a


I stayed awake, since I was not accustomed to afternoon napping. So I basically watched him sleep for a while. I tried to get up a couple of times, but each time he would tighten his grip and mumble something incomprehensible.

I woke him up after two hours, because we have to get ready and go downstairs.

"M7ammaaaaaaad.. please goom" I whined after tons of nudges and pleas.

"A lady usually wakes her husband with a proper kiss.. until you do that I am not getting up.." He said in a serious tone, but humor was written all over his face.

"M7ammad.." I plead.

But he wouldn't budge.

"Fine.. just loosen your grip a bit so I can kiss you" I said, blushing already.

"Ok.." He said, as he loosened his grip.

I automatically freed myself completely, by ducking my head under his arm, and jumped out of bed.

"Yalla goom.." I laughed.

"You are so going to regret this.." He chuckled as he got out of bed, but I was in the bathroom already with the door safely locked.

"Do want to take a shower too?" I asked.

"Do you want me to join you?" He laughed.

"I'll be done in 30 minutes and then you can have the bathroom.." I said, as I rolled my eyes.

He didn't reply, but I could hear him laughing.



----- M7ammad


She got out of the bathroom after more than an hour, looking fresh and smiley.
I pointed at my watch, indicating the time she took.

"Sorry.. the water was really warm.." She smiled.

"It's alright" I said as I closed the bathroom door after me, "But don't think I forgot about my revenge!!" I shouted from inside.

I took a quick shower, got dressed, and I can see Shai5a still drying her hair, not half way done. She looked like she needed at least 2 more hours before she's ready.

"I am going to head down before you.." I told her as I sprayed perfume all over my dishdasha.

"Ok.. try to help 5alty around.." She replied. "You know I have no idea what to wear, if one of your sisters is downstairs send her up.." She added.

"Inshallah 7abeebty.." I said, as I closed the door.



----- Shai5a


He came up again, after about 5 minutes, he plopped himself on the coach next to me.

"Ana madry intay binthum wala ana waldhum?" He asked.

"Laish?" I asked him laughing.

"Umy 6ardatnee w tgool la tyee ila wiyaha.. Oh and she said I can help you pick an outfit.. but that's not going to happen.." He said.

"That's a wonderful idea!!" I told him.

"No it's not.." He said, bored. "Are you brushing your hair or the air?" He said, as he laughed at his own sentence.

He grabbed the comb from me, and started to brush my hair.

"Ouch!!" I said involuntarily as soon as he touched my hair, expecting him to be very rough.

"Tista3bi6een?" He asked, chuckling.

"Madry.. I thought you were going to pull my hair or something.." I laughed.

"There.. we're all done" He said after a while. He hugged me from the back, kissing the nape of my neck.

I felt like I needed to brush my hair more, just because I was obsessed with having it neat, but I didn't want to show that I'm ungrateful. And the kisses shut me up completely.

"A7ibich.." He whispered, making my insides flip.

"Intay t7ibeeny?" He asked in an even lower voice, and this time I felt my whole body flush. I felt my heart going violent, wanting to scream 'yes.. a7ibik'. But I was tongue-tied.

"Ee wala la2?" He continued asking. I was probably shivering, because he held my hand and I can feel him holding in his laugh.

"You are going to answer me sooner or later you know.." He said as he got up and pulled me with him towards the closet. "Pick something quickly.." He said, as he leaned on the wall.

Absent-mindedly I looked at the clothes, not really taking in what I was looking at.
I looked at him again, and he saw how lost I was.

"It's not a very formal thing.. so just pick any dress or whatever.." He said, trying to be helpful.

I sat down on the floor and stared at the clothes, again not really thinking about what I was going to wear.

"I like this one.." He said as he pulled out a long sky-blue dress, really simple but elegant.

"Ok, I'll wear it" I said as I waited for him to leave the changing room.

I sat on the chair, feeling exhausted for some reason, and got up to wear the dress after a while.

I applied minimal make-up, and we headed down together. The evening went pretty well, and soon it was time to sleep, I didn't say a word, and I guess he was too exhausted too because he was already asleep when I went to bed.



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Hope you liked it :)

You ask me..

I know ina u guys are bored from all the random posts..
but I honestly have no time to write a post 7ag the story..
I slept for one hour bas yesterday..
and this is just part of my venting process..

So.. Im extremely sorry..
and I promise you I will try my best to post this weekend..

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You ask me a simple question..

A question, with either a yes or a no, for an answer..

and yet, it's the most difficult question in my life..

How much do you love me?

You ask me, not bothering to ask if I do love you,

Even though I have never said it aloud..

You ask me, even though it's clear..

I love you more than anyone else..

And you know that..

But you still ask..

Even though you can see it in my eyes..

Even though you can sense it..

Even though you can almost touch the love in the air..

The love I carry around for you..

It's becoming a burden, difficult to carry around..

Loving you so much but not being able to actually tell you is torture for me..

I look into your eyes..

wanting you to confess your love..

wanting you to finally make my dreams come true..

But in your eyes..

I see my reflection..

I see my pain..

I see me..

and I see my love for you..

But I can't see you..

Because you refuse to let me in, not matter how hard I tried..


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Take care..

My Say on the Shared Story (2)

Dedicated to the brave lady.. and to #1 Anony :)

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First of all, I must say that it is very brave of you to write this. I hope you are feeling a little bit better.

Now, if there is one motto you should follow, it would be around the lines of: tomorrow is a new day, and yesterday is basically over. You should live your life day by day, and stop mourning about the past. Even though it's hard, and you feel like you're losing a part of your identity, but that phase will soon be over. You will be able to look back and be thankful for all the hardships that you went through because they helped shape the way you are now.

I won't focus on the part about your relationship with anyone, I will focus on you. You should try to sit down with yourself and discover who you really are, what you want, and just admit to yourself how you're feeling.

Sometimes people are just in denial, and they refuse to let go. When you say that you feel guilty because you feel like you are cheating on 3aziz, that is you in denial. You might be thinking that he will come back one day, but he isn't because he finally settled in the right place. He might be away from you, but you have to be sure that he happened for a reason, to make you a better person maybe, and he will always be a part of your past.

Your future now, has to involve you moving on. If you really love that guy, go for it, but try not to do it because you want to compensate for your lost love. Really think it through, maybe have a little time to yourself. If he loves you, he will always wait for you no matter what.

Be sure that your soul mate will "happen", whether you are expecting it or not. Try not to think about it and just enjoy yourself, and focus on emotionally recovering first.

I hope this helps .. :)



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Take care..

Shared Story (2)

This is another story..
she wanted to share..
and I hope you guys offer her some advice..
w I will write my advice in the next post inshallah..

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I was 13 when I first fell inlove. I meet him from flickr and I regret that knw we stayed together for a year he was the perfect guy I lied about something and he found out so he broke up with me.

After a year I logged in my fb and found an inbox from this guy let's call him 3aziz. He was thanking me for accepting his request. We started chatting kna we chat the whole time. Awl mngoom tell we go back to sleep he asked me for my email I don't knw why I gave him I felt like I could trust him. After a week of chatting on msn he told me that he was falling for me and I felt the same way so we became a couple. We talked day and night. Itha knt mt'9ygaa I would go to him he would always be their for me. After 5 months the day before my life becomes black I was chatting with 3aziz.

me*fenyy el 9y7aa
3ziz* laiish 7yatyy shfeech
me* t5ylt my life bdoonk
3ziz* mb a5leech

The next day was his first day for uni w anaa knt fl bait w I woke up at 7 bs 3shaan I be the first to wish him luck on his first day. I talked with him tell he got to uni and I went back to sleep at 4 I woke up 7saayt glbyy kaan bwgf. I talked to 3aziz bs he wasn't answering so I thought maybe he's with his friend aw shyy. I was sitting in the living room I was checking my fb when I saw a guys status Allah yr7m 3ziz al flanii. It was the same name of 3ziz I freaked out 6rsht a msg 7g the guy asked him whts the name of the guys father. But he took a while to answer so I told my friend to call him. She did and she called me she told me that it was him. I broke down I stayed a 2 weeks nt in the mood to talk to anyone I would cry every once in a while. After a year I had this guy friend that I knew for 3 years he told me that he loved me. I told him that I can't. He said that he understand and now a7s I'm falling for him. I don't knw wht to do if I tell him a7s inaa I will feel bad lnaa a5oon 3aziz Allah yr7ma :(.


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I hope you are feeling better..

My Heart..

Dedicated to Him..


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I love you, my heart would whisper every time you I see you...

You look at me, a hint of amusement in your eyes..

Did you hear that?

Of course not, because I have taught my heart the art of silence..

The art of thinking, but never talking aloud..

It betrays me sometimes, with a whisper escaping its closed chambers..

But you can't hear it..

Because my heart beats always manage to be louder..

Louder than its whispers,

louder than its sobs,

louder than its hopes..

My heart cries silently some more..

begging me to allow it to talk, to scream, to be heard..

It shivers as you get closer..

It begs me again..

It vows that it would be just one time..

Just one time, my heart would say,

It's just one time that it wants to be heard..

You stand in front of me..

I hold my breath..

For a moment, my heart stops beating..

My heart can hear you, you say..

My heart knows..

You place your hand on my heart,

You touched my heart..

You touched my soul..

You touched me..

And I can never forget that..

But you can..

and you already did..


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I will post the story whenever i'm free..
Im sorry walla.. adry maleetaw min the random posts..

My say on the shared story..

This is dedicated to sara for being brave and sharing her story..
This is my advice to you..
Simply.. Follow your heart..


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From what I read, I don't think that a7mad is the one your heart is set upon. I see Fahad being the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. Now, whether you should pursue him or not, no you shouldn't. Fate will bring you together, and your love will blossom in the right way. If you ever do see him, maybe you should let him know that you do love him. Not directly, just try to get the message across subtly, 3ashan yadry ina you still want him to be part of your life. Give him the green light, but the rest is up to him.

If he did hurt you, forgive and forget. You are hurting yourself more by choosing not to forgive him. Everything can be fixed. If he cut right through your heart, it can be stitched again. Scars define us as human beings, and they make us more beautiful and real.

Whether you end up marrying him or not, w inshallah you will, be sure that your husband is the one for you. You will love him more than you loved anyone else, w after all your years together you will look back and think that you didn't love anyone else. You had feelings for people before, but your feelings for your husband will be surely different.

Should you tell your husband about the people you used to love? No, you shouldn't, and that is my alterable opinion. I haven't thought about this point thoroughly, but I think if I was in your place, I would leave that detail out of our conversation. If you were asked, you tell the truth of course. But otherwise, you don't need to bring the subject up.

Final Note: I am a firm believer in love. You will be united with your loved one, even if you didn't expect to spend the rest of your life with this person. If it's meant to be, then it will be.


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Hope this helped..