PART 1
Mahra’s point of view:
Have you ever felt that what you do is never right? Like everything
you do is just plane wrong. That is exactly how I feel. It’s like anything you
do is not enough for your parents. My dad works a lot so I rarely see him
around the house. And when I do he is always pissed for some reason. As for
my mom, well she is stubborn and has a very terrible temper. She is always
complaining about how her children are not responsible and that her friend’s
kids are better than us and more responsible which makes me want to kill them.
A mother is not supposed to compare her kids with someone else’s. One
minute she is fine the other she is going on and on about something. This is my life boring as hell and the same
routine never changes. I want my life to be spontaneous for once. I want to do
something I haven’t done before. As for me im an average girl that has nothing
special about her. I have an average height and weight. I have dark long hair
and im not that dark and not that white.
Just like I said, im normal
nothing more nothing less.
Mahra: aloo arwa sho asawii, bat5abal mn elmalal
Arwa: ana mob fil blaad sho tbainii asawii???? Just hang in
there till I come back ok
Mahra: yh but your not staying for long, then your leaving
me here all alone :(
… (when I put those three dots mean that the narrator is
speaking which is me)
Arwa is mahra’s best friend they have been together since
they were kids. They were inseparable. People wondered how 2 different people
can be such good friends. Arwa was shorter than mahra but had the looks and the
curves. She was sexy and every guy had his eye on her. But being arwa she ignored
all of them. Arwa had white skin and light hair. She has a brother that studies
in canada so she was planning to study there aswell and her parents where ok
with it.
Rashid’s point of view:
Allah ey5aleeha elwalda, maga9erat. Bs allah yahdeeha wayid
et7atii. Gelna basafer ela ho 4 sanawaat
7ag elderasa sho hal 7ala. My mom worries a lot, just so that I can drive she
made me call her every time I reach my destination. Im a grown man I can take
care of myself. I want to leave to canada and get my masters so I have to prepare to
leave after summer. She is backing out of her decision and I already applied. Im
a 24 year old guy that wants to complete my studies outside, I want to have a
better diploma and educate myself so I can work hard and earn every single
penny by myself. I just hope she agrees and finally lets me go. Its not like im
going and coming back!! But she doesn’t like it then I cant leave without her
agreeing to it.
Rashid: ya eboooya, rames’ha, e8na3ha
Rashid’s dad: Rashid bs 3a6ha wakt bete8tene3 inshalla, mafi
ela el5air, bs
9al 3ala elnibii
Rashid: inshallah
…
Rashid’s dad worked very hard for his position in society.
He is the chairman of a departmet in a very famous company. He is well known
man and Rashid didn’t want to be high in society with the help of his father,
he wanted to get everything by himself like a true man.
Rashid studied in a simple college for 4 years. But he decided to complete outside the country. Let me
describe how Rashid looks. He is the typical emaraty but he had this vibe to
him. He was a very well mannered young
man and every one that met him immediately fall in love with him especially grownups.
In mahra’s house…
Mahra’s dad came in through the door with an exhausted look
on his face, she knew it wasn’t the right time, she had to wait more. After all
she wanted him to say yes. They had lunch with the kids screaming and laughing
but like always mahra at there with nothing to say. Unlike her older sister
that talked about everything she accomplished being a married working woman.
What mahra hated the most is that, mariam (her older sister) thought that
everything she did is perfect and that she is always right. While mahra did all
the wrong things.
Mariam: it was amazing, the lab is huge and very spacious I
cant wait to work there
Mahra: ‘great, just someone shoot me and save me from the
misery’
Mariam’s husband was there as well having lunch. They seemed
like a happy couple and excited from there married life. Mahra was happy for
her sister but still envied how everything she did was soo perfect. Mahra
turned to her mother where she saw her mom feeding her youngest brother and
play with him. She wondered if her mom did the same to her when she was young. She
never felt love from her parents. She just sat there like the invisible preson
that everyone saw her as.
Finally they were done with lunch and mahra’s dad headed to
the tv to watch some sports.
Mahra: ‘this is my chance’, baba 3adi as2alk shay
Mahra’s dad: sho tbain bntii?
Mahra: ‘him being calm is freaking me out’ baba…. Umm arwa
betedris bara3 elblaad wiya e5ooha, fi Canada, fa ana aba adris bara3 wiyaha
Mahra’s dad: o mno inshalla beyseer wiyaach?
Mahra: int’h wila mama, eldegree bara3 a7san mn ehnii, wayid
a7san
Mahra’s dad: intii et3arfeen enii magdar o emch mategdar, mb
fa’6yeenlch
Like what mahra always did she would say inshallah and
leave. She respected her parents too much to argue with them. Her dreams were
chattered. She wanted to study outside and get a high education but all that
was ruined.
Sorry if it boring but this is just the start i promise it would get better so bare with it. and for whoever that is not following the twitter account please do so you can be updated with everything.
