Blind Love 68

I'm sorry i'm going through some stuff at the moment,

i spent a really long time writing this trying to make it up to u guys, thank u all for the on going support and lastly enjoy!...

***next post might be next week however it's not a sure thing :(   the ending is near so hopefully i'll try to finish it before new years x_x  let's hope 4 years the charm *high five* 

yalla yalla back to the story...

*read previous post to catch up ;)

HIND:

“you’d think all of this *referring to myself* and he just looks at that *referring to jinan*”

a laugh escaped, just as she was about to respond, he cut her off..

“Jinan?”

“oh *turning to face sager* Hi *smile*”

“*confused* shlonich? shtsaween hni? a9lan wain e5tfaytay?!”

he asked her those questions trying not to seem to demanding, but that’s all i got...like he demanded answers..

she giggled as she answered back

“el7mdela i’m good, here for *holding up cup* coffee and...shno a5r su2al?”

“wain..”

“oh wain e5tfait *giggle* radait lkuwait, shlon 3ami fahad?”

he ignored her question and asked her another...

“laish radaitay lkuwait?”

“bas kan 3indi cham sha‘3la asweeha” i can tell she’s starting to get annoyed...

“3ami fah?”

“shkthr nawya tg3deen hal mara?” he was just focusing hard on her and her every word... helloooo i’m over here too....Men!

“enshala just a few days”

“laa? ana ba3ad....btrdeen lkuwait wela?”

is it just me or isn’t he just MALGOOOOOOOOOOF? 

well at least he’s easy on the eyes...

“laa raj3a lkuwait enshaala...majawbt su2ali” she stated 

“ay su2aal?”

“3ami fahad shlona el7een?”

“el7mdela bas shno kan su2alich?”

oh god, it’s like we finally found a male version of a bimbo...

“hatha su2alii *giggle*”

“aa ok *chuckle* btmreen 3ala yadi?”

“ee enshalaa ba3ad shwaya”

“5ala9 3ayal ashoofch 3ind yadi”

“enshala”

he walked out and crossed the street heading in to the hospital...

“interesting *raised eyebrow*”

“*giggle* what is”

“look who’s blushing!”

“I AM NOT!”

“ola ola shno hatha! ya 7mara someone is crushing on someone”

“wai3! don’t ruin this trip and my visit to 3ami fahad for me!”

“he’s unbelievably good looking” 

next thing i hear from my drama queen of a friend is a long gasp...

“*ggggaaaaaasssssssssppppppp* Marzouq is so going to kill you”

“it’s not my fault i don’t think he’s attractive”

“you don’t even know what he looks like! He could be extremely hot!”

“*whisper* i bet he has a third nipple”

“*KAAAAAAAAAAK* what the hell? why would you think that?!”

“there has to be something very off about him, to make him stick around this long”

“and third nipple is what you came up with?!!”

“it’s a scientific fact!”

“shut up, you got it from F.r.i.e.n.d.s”

I couldn’t argue, it was true.... chandler’s to blame really, see Friends did teach me a lot of things i never knew...

“you’re so random and crazy”

“eh *shrugging shoulders* true”

“yala?”

“la!”

“shfeech?!”

“shno our story, shfeech we didn’t discuss it yet!”

“ohooo ok ok”

so we came up with something...I honestly don’t know if he’ll really go with it...

i have a gut feeling he’ll know it’s about me..

oh well...

as we were about to get up, Jinan recieved a msg she got tensed and didn’t even bother opening or reading it...oh HELL NO! i know that look!

I snatched her Phone pissed off... hoping I am wrong about this....

“HIND!”

Hind?! she never calls me so seriously! 

what a surprise *sarcastic*...STALKER CREEP!

“HE’S STILL BOTHERING YOU?!!”

“HIND IT’S NOT A BIG DEAL!”

“SHNO NOT A BIG DEAL?!”

“calm down!”

“we don’t lie to each other!”

“I didn’t lie!”

“laaa? what do you call this then? *waving her phone at her*”

“bad timing *grin*”

“I can’t believe you!”

“Hanood don’t turn this into a fight, I didn’t tell you because there was not a right time to tell you. We need to focus on one thing at a time!”

it hurt me that i was the reason she never told me any of her problems...she kept it to herself and tried to make me feel better...

“plus i’ve become immune to his constant texts!”

“well...what does this one say?”

“shdarani i never open them anyway”

“well open it now!”

“..*opening text* el7mdela 3ala salamtich o 3ala salamat Hind, bas mu 6awleeen, rj3eeli lkuwait 7abeebty”

“yuma”

“i’m going to be sick *disgusted face*”

“we’re going to deal with him, if it’s the last thing i do”

“very dramatic of you *straight face* yala move your behind off to the hospital”

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LULU:

in the room:

Joury told me every little detail of what happened with her and Saif and i could tell how excited she was but...I could help think of 3abdalla...his words, his feelings for me...

“Earth to lulu!!! wain r7tay?”

“ha!?” oh crap...

“you better start talking...what’s occupying your mind?”

“ha?”

“ga3d it7ateen bacher??”

“shwaya” it sorta is true...results come out tomorrow, the moment of truth whether or not i am suitable for the procedure.

“don’t enshala 5air”

“enshala” however...3abdalla is now haunting my every thought...

I could hear them both 3abdala and 9ali7 just outside our room...i could hear the movement of the bags and dishes that were on the table...

i could sense he was close, literary just a few meters away...but for some reason now more than ever i feel like we're miles apart...

I care for him, i might even love him...

i do love him. 

it's because i love him i don't want him to end up with me...why does it have to be so complicated!!!! 

it's all down to this procedure...if i am suitable and if and only if i get my sight back...then and only then will i accept the idea of 3abdala and I... however...should it turn out not in my favor...i'll have to do what's best for him...i'll have to let him go. 

the last thought clung to my mind as if i was struggling for air to fill my lungs...the inevitable notion that 3bdalaa and I will part ways...

and again...he is there...always and constantly stalking my thoughts...

the one person that made me complete...my 3abdalaa..

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HIND:

IN THE HOSPITAL

we went straight to my fairy god mother’s room (3ami fahad) before heading to Jinan’s grandma to get this over with and enjoy the rest of the day with her grandma as well as work and plan our next plot hopefully. 

Knock Knock...

she opened the door and popped her head in...

I was having this butterfly feeling in my tummy...

“7ayaaalaah mn yanaaa”

“alla e7ayeeek *smile*” she had the biggest smile on her face...

“mash‘3ool?”

“la yuba, etha kent mash‘3ool aftheelich” cute!

she opened the door further allowing herself in as i followed and laid my eyes on my Fairy god mother / geenie/ 3ami fahad whatever you want to call him...

he was not so bad...he’s an old cutie really...

“ohh ya ba5tii, elmazayeen 3indi”

we giggled....eshawq

“maloomkom wala, hal ml7 wl jamal *stroking his chin* elkl yabi”

wow charming and funny...now that’s what i call a perfect combo

“shlonik el7een?”

“b5air damkom b5air yuba, nawartaw elmkan ”

awww 

“emnawr ib ahlhaa...hathi rfeejti Hind elflani..”

“wn3m..e9eerlich S3ood elflanii?”

“ee *shocked* oboy”  i freaked out and now i’m just looking at Jinan terrified he might understand that this is about me...

“laaa? salmay 3alaih wayed, wala 5osh wa7ed, and o yadich kena 5wan roo7 broo7 alla yur7ma o oboch 7sbat weldi, kela emrna eldwanyaa, 3ad gabl masafart o yeet landan...wala fqadtaa”

I felt bad and awkward...he knows my dad...

“3ad mayga9er yt9l y6aman 3alai mn fatra lay fatra”

he turned to face Jay while she was dazing off...

“ha jinan?”

“ha?!” she was startled as she was brought back from her dazing...

“golai sh3indich *smirk*”

“yuma *shocked*”

ana ehni f9alt 3alaiha! and 3ami fahad joined me...

“agoolich ana fahim el7areem...matshoofeenhom kel yom 3indi?”

i couldn’t stop laughing his sense of humor and spirit is just amazing.

“laaaa? *teasing* sh9ar 3ala elsister eli kanat tabeek?”

“waih *disappointed* adrii om el3yoon el5thr o sha3ar ela7mar ba‘3yatnii, fee a7ad mayabii hal mazyoon hatha?”

“wnt 9aj *teasing*”

“laaa?”

 "ha 3an el‘3ala6 *teasing Jinan*...ams yat tchayk 3ala ‘6a‘36y  mara thanya o adrrii bas kanat tabi tamsk eediii hathi 7arakat’hom...mntaw hayneen yal 7areeem”

I just flat out laughed

“mara thanya?”

“ba3ad shtsawi hal fqayra? tabi ay 3thr 3ashan tshoofnii *smirk*”

“yuma mnk”

he laughed and i think i just fell in love...

i looked at jinan as she mouthed 

“he’s mine, back off”

seriously....i’m not going down without a fight...sure we’re 50 years apart but..when it’s love, age is just a number...

So we chatted for about 15 mnts and he got to know me a little more...

jinan and I told him some of our epic stories, our mischievous ways and our unending drama...he got to know us a lot better than i would say my own parents...

“ya 7ilwch ya Hind...wala ithakarteeni ib yadich alla yur7maa...feech a6baa3 wayed tshbaha”

“mthl shno?” i asked excited

“mthl 3nadich” i couldn’t help but laugh

“o 6areeqat tafkeerich, oo ham roo7ch el7lw...” i blushed

“a555 elayam tarkth...”

“ee walaa” i sighed thinking about the days left before my life is over...

“shilly mkader ib 5a6rich yuba?”

“hmm? la wala shay *laughing*”

he gave me a look of questioning as if he knew i wasn’t being honest...

“3ala ra7tich *wink*”

“3amii fahad!”

“hala o ‘3ala”

“*giggle* 3indi su2al dash 3arth”

“goolay yuba”

“shrayk bl aflam elhindia?”

“*chuckle* ba3ad shrayeey?”

“ya3ni it7b tshooof aflam hindia?”

“ma 3indi 9aber ashoof film bu alf sa3a bas ya3ni mn fatra lay fatra ashoof, laish ma ashoof *chuckle*”

“kelhom nafs elq9a”

“ee walla”

“what’s your opinion in arranged marriages?”

is it just me or is my friend an idiot?...now!!! now??!!!!!

“3shtaw galabtay englaizy...mamdach to9lain landan o gimtay tt7achain mthlhm”

We couldn’t contain our selves and we started laughing..

“shyab 6ari elzawaj el7een?”

“awal ams ga3dna nshoof film hindi oo kela 3an ma2asii elarranged marriages”

he started laughing

“la yuba e7na mu chithy...ba3dain elzman t‘3ayar...el7een ya56bich o t3arfain 3alaih akthar...oo ebayn etha ako n9eeb...”

“bas”

“laykoon 3ala balkom madri shabab hal zman shsawoon...el mawa3ad o eli egooloon 3ana 

7ob...hathayla akthar nas madeem el3alaqa bainhom...”

“ee wala”

“yn5af mnhm alla yaster 3ala 3yalanaa...shoofaw a7san 3laqa kanat baini o bain mrti, alla yur7amha...makent a3rfha wala ehya t3arfnii ya3ni 3ala qoltkom 3arranged marriage”

I felt bad for his loss but when he said “3arranged” i just felt that tickle climb up my throat..

“el walda bas tmda7 feehaa...oo 3ad ehya mn freejna...ya3ni yartii..”

“awww”

“*chuckle*elmhm ana bas lahy abii al3ab o astans...*waving his hand* 6aysh o makent emfaker blzawaj o 9ij kent 5ayf mn elmas2oolyaa...”

“elkl chithy *giggle*”

“ bas 3ad thak elzman elii maytzawaj maho rayal!! fa wafaqt 3ashan elwalda...elmhm...tmr elayam o ashoof hal jameelaa, sha3arha elaswad elmkatkat ela 3yoonha 6ee7 b3yoonii...”

as he spoke about how he met his late wife i was amazed with how clearly he remembers it...

“a555 bas galbi wgaf bhal la7tha...ehya e5tar3at o bser3a d5alat baithom...ela nafs elbait”

“offf! ya3ni ehya nafs elbnt eli kanat tabeeha elwalda lk?”

“*chuckle* Laaah hahaha 6la3at hathi e5t’ha!”

we started to laugh...

“weee! shsawait!”

“ba3ad shswait 5athait elli omi nagat’ha li..”

“ambai!”

“n6raw sm3ooni lil a5r...”

“sorry kaml kaml”

“elmhm thag 5ilgi o a7s ena denyti engalbat fouq ta7at...o ana dash bashoof el3aroos oo ibali e5t’ha elmazyoona...ba3ad shswi magdar arfth bnt’hom o a5th e5t’ha wain ga3d”

i don’t know why but we both giggled, the way he said it was just funny.

“elmhm dashat mrti...oo nafseeti kelsh mali 5ilq...shift’ha o an9dm!!...”

both our eyes popped waiting for him to continue

“ela ajmal o a7la mn e5t-ha!”

I couldn’t stop laughing

“ ag3ad asoolf weyaha o radha san3 o jaree2 ya3jbni...ana makent sahl, tadroon 3aneed o as2lti feeha t7adi *smirk* o ham radat 3alai b6areeqa ana ma3rft ard 3alaiha *surprised*...a555 layl7een athkr hal yom chena ams”

“cuuuuteeee”

“ay cute ana 5ayf trfithnii bas abeeha li...mn awal yom 7abait’ha...o 3ad emr elzman o ehya 7abatnii...ana agoolkom lo alf eldenya kelaha mara7 alga wa7da tsaweeha...”

he open his drawer and pulled out a framed picture...

his eyes were watering...

“hathii om faisal alla yur7amha 7abeebat 3omri...” 

...I could tell how much he loved her...

we saw the picture and he wasn’t kidding when he said she was beautiful...

she sorta resembled Jinan in a way...

“mashala...feech mnha jinan”

“ee 9aja...eli bo9ala ena 56bat ahal mu shar6 eyiboon el2kt2ab...bl3aks ana 3araft el7ob o 3sht a7la sneen 3omri weya om faisal”

That’s him, he’s that lucky i’m not...

i don’t know him, I’m not ready... I DON’T WANT TO GET MARRIED...

“enzain shlon etha makent tabee ttzawaj o ‘39book?”

“shlon ya3ni ya‘39booni?” he asked with a chuckle

“blfilm elbnt kanat ma‘39ooba ttzawaj o ehya kanat t7b shahrukh khan bas oboha o omha mu rathyeen fee l2ana kan faqeer o yabeeha ta5th wld 9a7b akbar sharika fil hind”

she added a few more details just to derail him from us..

“dam elsalfa feeha 7ob 3ayal malha ela ta5th eli t7baa...”

“bas shno itsawii ib hal 7ala etha 5ala9 btzawaj?”

“*chuckle* tkalm eli bya5th’ha o tkoon 9aree7a weya...mathn ako a7ad yabi ya5th wa7da mt3alga b‘3aira”

“bas oboha elhindi mt3a9b! ythba7ha etha dara”

“hatha film hindi..shoofii shlon ent’hat elq9a dayman enhaya sa3eedaa”

“*sigh* bas abi nhaya wag3ya”

“ana o jianan bas nt’hawash ib hal mawthoo3 o mu rathyeen ntfq 3ala shay fa gelna a7san en5leek ent elii t7akm” i added to make our story more “believable”...

“elwag3 ttzawaj o tsma3 kalam oboha o tnsa eli t7ba...”

I held my breath as he said that...he looked at me as if he was seeing right through me...then he added...

“aw itchazf w tkalm 5a6eebha o t9ar7a o ytfqoon enhom maykamlon weya ba3ath b6areeqa matza3l oboha...waaaaih entaw laish yaybeen hal loya o 3awar ras...shtaboon bhal q9a9? film hindi mbala’3 fee...latg3doon tgooloonli taboon tarkthoon mthl elmhabal fe el7adeeqa o tabchoon fil m6ar?”

we burst laughing...i mean isn’t he just the coolest?

though he was able to make me laugh...i still couldn’t help but wonder....

is it hopeless...his words ecoed in my head “elwag3 ttzawaj o tsma3 kalam oboha o tnsa eli t7ba...” 

“shoofaw ana agoolkom eyaha blwayh, etha t7b wa7d o oho e7bha 3ayal ta5tha o taf9l 56bat’ha mn thak, lakn mshkla etha oboha kelsh mu rathy blwald, 3adi ytbra mnha aw yga63ha o bas mn hal shay 3adi 3alaqt’ha b 7abeebha t5trb l2na oboha mu rathi, alla maydeem elma7ba bain nas etha elwaldain mu rathyeen”

“Hind” he suddenly called

“hala?! *jumping from my seat*”

“laykadr ib 5a6rich yuba, film hindi *hand gesture*”

I nodded...

“el7een ana abi a3rf mawgf kel wa7da ib hal q9a”

“well...naturally i’m with the girl and shahrukh khan”

“3shtaw, o entai hind?”

well obviously since jinan took away that option i have no choice but to side with the dad :(...

“ana...em..ok shoof a7b shahrukh khan bas a7s 3alaqt’ha weya ahlha aham”

“kafo walla kafo”

we started to laugh so hard

“akeed 3alaqt’ha ib ahalha muhma bas ham muhm enha ehi t5tar 7ayat’ha”

“ee ok bas may9eer qararat’ha hathi et5arb 3alagt’ha ib ahalha, if she takes him her relationship with her family is over!”

“i understand why you two came to me *scratching chin*”

we burst laughing... he’s the cutest really.

we said our goodbyes and promised to visit him tomorrow... no sign of sager what so ever...guess we won't be seeing him until our next visit to 3ami fahad.

 outside the hospital room...

“well it’s hopeless...”

“he gave us the answer hanood”

i looked at her confused....what answer?!!!

she read my face and answered....

“we’re going to be honest with blossom and that’s that” 

i could feel something in me just froze over...how can i be honest with him...

“tonight”

“jay”

“bas hind we don’t have much time, that’s what we’re doing, end of story”

“jinan!”

“trust me”

i took a deep breath an agreed....