****3 months later… (June) ****
“Jood, 7abeebty, ta3alay, 3inde lich 5abar mohim!!”
“Na3am yommmaaaaa??”
“Haa??? TA3ALAY IHNEE YALLA BSR3A!! bagoolich shay, haw!! Shfeeha bnyatna?”
I walked to the living room, after I just got out of bed.
“TAWICH GA3DA MIN IL NOM???”
“ee” it’s good I didn’t stumble to the ground when I said this, I was soooo sleepy.
“inzain, ma ‘3assaltay?”
“umm… la2”
“We3!! Roo7ay roo7ay ‘3aslay!! Haw shfeech intay hel ayyam?? 7attan mat’3asleen 3ogb il nom?? Shfeeeeeech??”
“yommmaaaa… intay ille nadeateeny min dary 3ashan ayeey”
“weeaaaaaaah!! Yalla bsr3a rikthay! Roo7ay ‘3aslay oo ta3alay.”
I was sooo tired, I can barely walk. Yesterday was my last exam, so my friends and I went to the Avenues to celebrate summer!! FINALLY! Ma ba8et il madrisa it5ali9. wallllaaaa malllaaaiiina!! 6aget chboodna minha!
I walked back to the living room, where ommi kanet tan6erny impatiently.
“Hala yomma?” I had more energy now.
“wa2a5eeran???!!! Ma ba8eatay!! Kil hatha 7amam?!”
“hehe! Inzain yalaaaaa… shinu ille kintay bitgooleena??”
“ee, agoolich, ana oo Nawal oo 7i9a naween insawy camp 7eg il yahal. Oo ib hel camp ra7 yikoon fee wayid activities oo anshe6a yistefeedoon minha. Methalan… ra7 inyeeb nas min il3oloom il mare7a everyday bil camp, oo ra7 yikoon fee art sessions oo kill hathe il ashya2 ille itsa3id il 6ifl inna ynamy hiwayata. oo ra7 insawy il camp ib nafs mokanna il awale, 7adee8et keifan... oo ra7 yikoon ib re3ayat Flex Kids oo Baroue.”
She was talking in a very informative matter, only I didn’t listen, ofcourse. I was busy jumping up and down the couch!! FINALLY! I’m going to see Fawaz again!! I missed that guy soooo much!!! This camp is going to be a blast!
“Haw! Jood 7abeebty shinu intay shathy?? Gi3day 3adil 5alleeech lady, 5ala9 intay kibartay 3ala hel sowalif. 3glay 3glay! Mita ta3gil hel bint ya rabby! Chem 3omrich intay el7een?”
“waaaaaaaaay yommmaaaaaaaaaaa! Ya3ne may9eer il bint tistanis??”
“y9eer oo laish may9eer. Tistanis bas 3ala rikada”
You’ve got to be kidding me!
“3omre 16” stubbornly.
“mashalla la ela2a ila allah, kbarat kbarat bnayty!”
“inzain, agoolich, yommaaaa, il mo5ayam chem moddita?”
“2 months!”
My jaw dropped to the floor.
“ya rabbeeeeee, ana madree shga3da gool tawny!”
“sorry, sorry! Bas abbbaaiiiiiiii! Wanaaasaaa!”
“ee walla wayid wanasa, bas agoolich ihwa 3 ayam bil week. Ya3ne yom Sunday oo Tuesday oo Thursday”
“ee ee zain wayid wayid zain”
“oo moo y9eer nafs il carnival ille ib February, kil shway tabcheen 3alaina, willa imsawyatlina salfa oo aflam, tara ha! ana killlllish mali 5ilg.... aw tit2a5araen!!! oo shinu ba3ad??? eee ee titlazzigean bi9bayan!!"
“YOMMMA???!!!!!"
“ee, oo lama r7tay tit’3adean wiya s3ood awal yom broo7kom, hatha shesamoona?”
His name, itself, made me want to vomit.
“may9eer 7abeebty chithy, intay a3gal oo a7san min chithy”
“ee oo il zaffa illy ta36eenyaha jiddam il nas kil shway… hatha moo kafy?”
“haw ba3ad ana baraby binty wish3alay min il nass?! Oo a7san 3ashan tit3alimean”
I rolled my eyes, I started feeling sick not only from S3ood, but also from this conversation. I wanted to ask her just one more question…
“Yomma.. mita yabde il summer camp?”
“yomma, 7abeebty, yabdy yom il a7ad.”
“oo ilyom ay yom?”
“ilyom yom il yim3a, haw! Shfeech?”
“ee, ee 9a7!”
Just today and tomorrow until I see Fawaz........
“Jood, 7abeebty, ta3alay, 3inde lich 5abar mohim!!”
“Na3am yommmaaaaa??”
“Haa??? TA3ALAY IHNEE YALLA BSR3A!! bagoolich shay, haw!! Shfeeha bnyatna?”
I walked to the living room, after I just got out of bed.
“TAWICH GA3DA MIN IL NOM???”
“ee” it’s good I didn’t stumble to the ground when I said this, I was soooo sleepy.
“inzain, ma ‘3assaltay?”
“umm… la2”
“We3!! Roo7ay roo7ay ‘3aslay!! Haw shfeech intay hel ayyam?? 7attan mat’3asleen 3ogb il nom?? Shfeeeeeech??”
“yommmaaaa… intay ille nadeateeny min dary 3ashan ayeey”
“weeaaaaaaah!! Yalla bsr3a rikthay! Roo7ay ‘3aslay oo ta3alay.”
I was sooo tired, I can barely walk. Yesterday was my last exam, so my friends and I went to the Avenues to celebrate summer!! FINALLY! Ma ba8et il madrisa it5ali9. wallllaaaa malllaaaiiina!! 6aget chboodna minha!
I walked back to the living room, where ommi kanet tan6erny impatiently.
“Hala yomma?” I had more energy now.
“wa2a5eeran???!!! Ma ba8eatay!! Kil hatha 7amam?!”
“hehe! Inzain yalaaaaa… shinu ille kintay bitgooleena??”
“ee, agoolich, ana oo Nawal oo 7i9a naween insawy camp 7eg il yahal. Oo ib hel camp ra7 yikoon fee wayid activities oo anshe6a yistefeedoon minha. Methalan… ra7 inyeeb nas min il3oloom il mare7a everyday bil camp, oo ra7 yikoon fee art sessions oo kill hathe il ashya2 ille itsa3id il 6ifl inna ynamy hiwayata. oo ra7 insawy il camp ib nafs mokanna il awale, 7adee8et keifan... oo ra7 yikoon ib re3ayat Flex Kids oo Baroue.”
She was talking in a very informative matter, only I didn’t listen, ofcourse. I was busy jumping up and down the couch!! FINALLY! I’m going to see Fawaz again!! I missed that guy soooo much!!! This camp is going to be a blast!
“Haw! Jood 7abeebty shinu intay shathy?? Gi3day 3adil 5alleeech lady, 5ala9 intay kibartay 3ala hel sowalif. 3glay 3glay! Mita ta3gil hel bint ya rabby! Chem 3omrich intay el7een?”
“waaaaaaaaay yommmaaaaaaaaaaa! Ya3ne may9eer il bint tistanis??”
“y9eer oo laish may9eer. Tistanis bas 3ala rikada”
You’ve got to be kidding me!
“3omre 16” stubbornly.
“mashalla la ela2a ila allah, kbarat kbarat bnayty!”
“inzain, agoolich, yommaaaa, il mo5ayam chem moddita?”
“2 months!”
My jaw dropped to the floor.
“ya rabbeeeeee, ana madree shga3da gool tawny!”
“sorry, sorry! Bas abbbaaiiiiiiii! Wanaaasaaa!”
“ee walla wayid wanasa, bas agoolich ihwa 3 ayam bil week. Ya3ne yom Sunday oo Tuesday oo Thursday”
“ee ee zain wayid wayid zain”
“oo moo y9eer nafs il carnival ille ib February, kil shway tabcheen 3alaina, willa imsawyatlina salfa oo aflam, tara ha! ana killlllish mali 5ilg.... aw tit2a5araen!!! oo shinu ba3ad??? eee ee titlazzigean bi9bayan!!"
“YOMMMA???!!!!!"
“ee, oo lama r7tay tit’3adean wiya s3ood awal yom broo7kom, hatha shesamoona?”
His name, itself, made me want to vomit.
“may9eer 7abeebty chithy, intay a3gal oo a7san min chithy”
“ee oo il zaffa illy ta36eenyaha jiddam il nas kil shway… hatha moo kafy?”
“haw ba3ad ana baraby binty wish3alay min il nass?! Oo a7san 3ashan tit3alimean”
I rolled my eyes, I started feeling sick not only from S3ood, but also from this conversation. I wanted to ask her just one more question…
“Yomma.. mita yabde il summer camp?”
“yomma, 7abeebty, yabdy yom il a7ad.”
“oo ilyom ay yom?”
“ilyom yom il yim3a, haw! Shfeech?”
“ee, ee 9a7!”
Just today and tomorrow until I see Fawaz........
i liiiiiiiikeyyyyyyyyyy
ردحذفDistracted: Thanks waaaaaayid
ردحذفi looooove ur blog.. tawni garaitaaa killa maraa wa7da keep up the gd work:)))) waaay bes killish mo mirta7a 7eg hel fawaaaz a7is wara mashakil :S:S yalla waiting for ur next post:)))
ردحذف3afeesamafeesa: mashkoora oo about Fawaz... i don't know! igray oo you will know! oo i'll dedicate the next one for u ;****
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