Cofessions.23

 

Rayan walked inside her modern furnitured house and headed down the hallway, to her dad's room. She got in without knocking and found her dad lying on the bed with his iphone in his hand. "Ahlaain! Walaht 3alaich." her dad said as he hugged Rayan and tried to mess her perfectly slicked ponytail. rayan laughed as she pushed his hands away and kissed his forehead. "Gelt tabeeney asa3dek?" she asked once she sat down next t him. "Eeeh yuba abeech tsa3deeney bel'powerpoint. Ma 3endey wagt asaweeh." he said as locked the screen of his phone. "Enshallah. Abadel ou ayeek." she said as she excused herself.

 

She locked the door of her room after she got in and tossed her stuff on the bed, not caring that her blackberry almost fell on the floor. She lay down on her bed, letting out a sigh. She stayed like that for a couple of minutes then decided to help her father and get this day over with. Rayan grabbed one of her jogging pants and a tank top and put them on. She messily tied her hair in a high bun as she made her way to her dad's office, where she found him already waiting for her.

 

"Kaachh!" her father said, as his face lit up once he saw her. Rayan chuckled as she sat in his comfy leather chair. "Abeech tsaweeley powerpoint feh taqreeban 20 slides. Ou b3dain abeech tsa3deeney nakteb l'speech Oki?" her father said as he showed her the notes where he had all the information written. "Enshallah" Rayan said as she took a breath, getting ready to start. Her father playfully slapped her head, "Shasawey bedounech ana?" he said. Rayan smiled as she started working.

 

After 3 hours of inserting all the information and organizing them and timing them so her father had enough time to explain, she was done. "YUBAAAA!..." she yelled, "KHALA9T. TA3AL SHOUF.". Her father came into the office with a huge grin plastered on his face. "Wareeney." he said as he stood by Rayan and she started the powerpoint she had worked hard on.

 

He hugged after it was over and thanked her numerous times. "Shrayech ta6lbeen baskin robbins?" he asked. "Shrayek nrou7 net3asha barra?" Rayan asked back and they both chuckled. "Oki rou7ay badlay." her father said, it was his way of saying thank you. "Wla tadrey shloun?Mabey 3sha. Fe jan6a mn Marc Jacobs abeek ta6lebley eyaha." she said as she gave him her famous puppy eyes which she knew her father would never say no to. He sighed, and she knew that this was his way of saying yes. She quickly sat back in the chair as she clicked on google chrome and entered Marc Jacobs' official website. She moved the mouse and entered the "New collection" link. "Hathey." she said as she smiled at her father. It was a classic bag that was med-size shaped with rolled top handles and an adjustable shoulder strap. Her father examined the details. "Rayouna hathey feha waiting list. Met2akda tabeenha?" her father  asked and Rayan nodded excitedly. "Oki 3ayal goumay. Enshallah al7een a7e6 esmich 3al'waiting list." he said as he sat down in his warm chair once Rayan stood up. "Work your magic. Ma7eb an6er wayed." Rayan said with the puppy eyes, again. Her father laughed as he said that he will do his best.

 

She went back to her room with a smile plastered on her face, she grabbed her phone as she noticed the twitter notification. Her smile grew wider as she unlocked it and quickly checked the dm.
@Hamad: I'm free now. Awal shay, shlounech?

She replied with: Tmam el7emdillahm, how are you?. It was a minute exactly until she got her reply and she just pictured Hamad's face as he was typing it.

@Hamad: Tmam damech tmam. Enzain khalay 3anech kel hatha, gouliley shfeech?:p.

Rayan smiled, she decided to wait a couple of minutes just to get her thoughts in order. She clicked on Hamad's profile. His following were more than his followers. She checked his tweets, they were random song lyrics. She checked his avatar as she blushed for some reason. It was a picture taken in London, she recognized the streets and Harrods in the background. Hamad was wearing grey chinos with a navy pullover with the cap on his head. His smile was wide and he had his hand wrapped around his sister's shoulder. She guessed it was his sister because they looked alike. He had a well groomed beard and it made him look so good. His sister had thick black hair that reached her shoulders. They both had the same beautiful eyes and the same features. She smiled at the picture and then decided to reply to Hamad's dm.

@Rayan:  Mafeeney shay:p. Salfa 7ail 6weela.

And with that,, she pressed send. She didn't want to hurt Hamad's feelings, after all, he was only concerned.

They kept on dm'ing each other, Hamad kept asking what's wrong and Rayan didn't feel like telling the story. The dialogue went like this.

@Hamad: Betgouleen wla shloun?

@Rayan: Shlouuun?:p

@Hamad: Rayoun mn 9jey. Tell me what's wrong.

@Rayan: Hamad el'salfa 7ail 6weela. It will bore you:p.

@Hamad: Try me, please. I really want to know.

And with that Rayan felt like he cared. Like he really wants to know, and not because he's just curious. So she started typing the whole story, typing it with short sentences cause twitter does not allow more than 140 letters per dm.

@Rayan: I used to have this friend. We were so close. She was closer to me than both my parents, combined. I loved her. Kanat tyaanin 7ail ou 6ayba ou 3la neyat'haa...

@Hamad: Oki? That's good, isn't it.

No it's not, Rayan thought. and she continued typing.

@Rayan: No it's not, Because almost 2 months ago. We were in a car crash and she died. And I miss her so much. It feels like its all my fault. I shouldn't have asked her to come with me. I wish it was me. She was the good person, not me. She deserves to live more than I do. It gets so lonely, I need her as much as you need air to breathe..

She stopped typing as she felt the tears slowly trickling down her cheeks. The tears exploded in her eyes, she tried closing her eyes to keep them from spilling on her cheeks but she couldn't. She stood up as she walked around her room, trying to calm herself down. She took a look in the mirror, breathed in deeply as she slowly observed the tears make their way down. She slid down along the mirror as she cried harder and hugged her knees. She needed to breathe and calm down, and that's when she felt her phone vibrate on her bed.

She stretched her body and extended her arm as she grabbed her blackberry. She only had one new notification, and it was a dm on twitter. She opened it up and almost gasped when she read the 4 dm's Hamad had sent her.

@Hamad: Go on..

@Hamad: Wain re7tay? If you're busy, just tell me.

@Hamad: You're not crying right??

@Hamad: Rayan, your number. NOW!!!

She hesitated at first, but she had this thought in her head: that Hamad's voice would help make the pain go away. She wanted to desperately believe it. She typed in the eight digits of her number as she pressed send and tossed the phone on her bed. In mere seconds, her phone started ringing. She smiled ever so weakly as she picked it up.

"Aloo?" she said with a weak, almost unnoticeable chuckle. "Ahlain." Hamad said and his voice sounded soft, caring and concerned. Rayan kept quiet, not finding the right words to say. "La tabcheen..." Hamad suddenly said, "9ej ena ma n3aref ba3ath 3adel, bas thag khelgey 3laich wallah." and he let out a sigh. She was breathing differently, she was crying silently and Hamad noticed. "Rayouna laa tabcheen. Please. She's in a better place. Just pray for her." he said.

"Why don't you get it? It's not easy Oki! Everything reminds me of her! Wayed a7ateeha! I can't stop thinking about it! Te3aqadt Oki? Ehiaa kanat kelah tgoul tabey tet7ajab, bas allah khatha amanat'ha gbl ma tsawey ely b'kha6erha! Ballah ma teshahedat gbl ma tmout? Shtabeeney asawey Hamad? Maney gadra ansaa." she said, as she broke into tears.