part2

DALAL (14 yrs):
“Deemaa…DEEEMAAAAH!!! YALA GOMAY !!!! DAYOOOOOOOM!!” I can’t believe she overslept! “HMMM!!” she replied angrily “DAYOOOM!! GOMAY GOMAY!!! MA A9ADGICH!!! YALA GOMAY!!” “isa3a cham??” she asked me…”Dayoom omy ibtithba7na il7een ilsa3a 6:00!!!!” “WHAT?!!” She woke up startled and shocked as if trying to say what the hell?!! “calm down Dayoom …” I tried to calm her down but it only seemed to have pushed her over the bed! She fell on the floor struggling to get up and kept repeating “what am I going to wear?..what should I do first…shasawyy??...waaay I can’t think!!!” “DAYOOM!!!” that seemed to get her attention…”GO TO THE BATHROOM O0 ANA BAJAHEZ IHDOOMIJ!” I ordered her secretly smiling inside….shakel Dayoom mo sij!!....I’ve never held back a laugh this good…my face was serious which so was unlike me but she needed that…I went to her closet searching through the clothes she brought….i chose a white puffy blouse and beige waist high shorts with her gold gladiators….all the while my mom kept yelling “yalla..DALAL!!...DEEMA!! …..YALLA YA MAMA!!” After a while my mom was furious and I was like common DAYOOM!! My name was being dragged through the mud (although I was ready ) …….

She came out of the bathroom and got dressed as fast and hastily as she could while I picked her PJs that she threw all over the place….My mom came up to us in the room just in the exact moment that Dayoom was buttoning her last button on her shorts…. I was on her purple bed and u won’t guess who my mother chooses to scold at..(Guess she was so used to it that she really didn’t know whose fault it really was this time...)
“DALAL!! MA TISM3EENY ANA DEEJ INTAY O0 DEEMA??!!....SHFEEJ MO JAHZA??? ANA MU GILTLKOOM 5ALKOOM JAHZEEN 3ALA 6 ILA RUBE3??!!!! LAZEM AGOOLICH HALSHAY KILL MARA??” She yelled at ME!!...WTH!!... I was freaking ready….it was Dayoom this time and yah it’s a first for her..but I am soo innocent….”mama ana jahza min zemaaan…..la tizfeeeenii!!” “BAS !!... YALLA JIDAMEY THINTAYNKOOM!!!” She yelled…while heading towards Dayoom’s door Dayoom quickly got something off the table that was near the door..i couldn’t see what it was but while heading down the stairs Dayoom pulled her hair up into this messy bun…guess that’s what she grabbed..

We left the house and we all looked hilarious!!!! Not in the sense of our clothes or anything like that….but have u ever seen a duck and her ducklings following their mama in that straight line like the cartoons?...we were like that!!! …. My mom lead and we followed behind her in a straight line….i swear u had to be there!!.....We reached the front porch of Um Hamad’s chalet…her chalet was gorgeous…our’s was a lot bigger but hers’ had a porch that circled and surrounded her chalet house completely… it was cute…white with a maroon roof and a pool …I guess it was as high as our house but who knows?....

My mom rang the bell as I fidgeted like hell…. “Daloool basech your making me nervous!!” Dyoom told me and 3azooz o0 5alood couldn’t help but laugh…I don’t know what it is but I get completey overwhelmed and shy infront of strangers and it applies to my outer family ..like my aunts and uncles from both my parents sides…my stomach was turning and I was kind of scared…A women wearing a black loose short sleeved dress that reached her knees but showed off her fabulous curves opened the door ..she looked pretty good ….i couldn’t help but wonder what my mom was thinking….probably “damn!! She really looks good…” or “7mara…why don’t I look like that….” At that moment I started to laugh and both my mom and Dayoom looked at me with scorching eyes!!...

.My mom is pretty HOT!!seriously I’m not just saying that cause she’s my mom….she has a really nice curvy body that makes Um Hamad look bulgy… for a mom whose had 4 kids including twins she did look really good… HELL she doesn’t even look like a mom ( I hope I grow as gracefully)…. I take after my mom…I have her hazelnut eyes, light brown hair and my skin is tan ( carrot like) unlike Dayoom who takes after my grandma from my father’s side…she has black fierce hair to die for, big brownish black eyes and white skin that’s slightly tanned …

This reminds me of the time Dayoom and I asked my mom for tanning products (to tan in our new chalet) and she was like “Dalal your already naturally tanned mashalla and a lot of girls want ur skin color and Deema your skin abya’6 m7mar 7ilo may 7taj tan….banatey mashala lonhum 7ilo o0 mabekom ityeboon il maw’6oo3 mara thanya..” and then she started rambling on about the harmful side effects of tan and of course skin cancer wil e3ya’6o bellah… and all the while I was like mum everyone does it..but my mom is wiser than me I guess or so I have been told by Dayoom and my dad….God I love my mom…she's the closest person to me after Dayoom..

any way.. I looked at the woman who introduced herself as Haya Um Hamad she greeted my mom and took us to the back porch to sit and drink tea overlooking the sea…“7aya alla min yana..” she started “ alla ey7ayeej” my mom retorted…and to tell you the truth I don’t know what they talked about exactly..sara7t o0 kint ib3alam thany…The sound of laughter brought me back to reality where I saw them all looking at ME!! 5alty Haya ,my mom,Dayoom,3azooz o0 5alood and all I could think about was why are they all looking at me??!!!…. I shot a look at Dayoom and Um Hamad addressed me “haa??? Shkintay sar7ana fee??” and that’s when I realized she probably was talking to me and I was nowhere near responding and again everyone started laughing….“Dayooom sh9aar??!” I asked her.. “Kintay sar7na for like 30 mints!! And Um Hamad just asked you if you wanted something to drink!!!” I started to laugh ..wow that was rude…a few minutes later Fajer walked in o0 salemat 3alaina…Fajer bint 5alty Haya (Um hamad) il wa7eeda…she was a year older than Dayoom and I …Fajer asked us if we wanted to go for a walk along the beach side and I was like Hell yah!!

We got to know Fajer and her interests they were very similar to mine and Dayoom’s……I fished around for more information about her family as did she….Fajer was the only daughter 5alty Haya had and she has two older brothers 5alid 16 o0 Hamad 18….We never got to meet her brothers that day but from that day on Fajer, Dayoom and I were inseparable.