Memories

Important
This post is NOT written by me. I repeat, this post is NOT written by me. I won't take credit for something I haven't wrote. So please don't comment about how I stole this post, etc. because I didn't. I said that these poems don't belong to me. 

If I write a post, I'll tell you guys that I wrote it. 

Anyways, back to the poem.

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"Girls like me shouldn't fall for boys like you.

You took my favourite song and rearranged all the words and now all I hear is this loud pitch noise that sounds like somebody screaming.

Sometimes you'll go for days without talking to me and then you'll act like everything is fine. You leave just to come back.

You're angry at the world and you can destroy anything with just one touch.

You're into music, you sing like an angel and I remember once we were sat on a train and you were singing along to some acoustic song you know and now that melody just repeats over and over in my head and it's like I'm back in that uncomfortable seat again.
Now I always feel uncomfortable.

One night you called just to tell me how beautiful the sky looked and now I can't look at the sky without thinking of you, the sun burns my eyes and the moon makes me depressed.

You can't sit still, you've always got to be doing something.

You either pat your knees or tap you feet and it's frustrating because it's like I can hear that beat constantly and it reminds me of my pulse and that means I'm alive and that you leaving wasn't just a dream.

That's why girls like me shouldn't fall for boys like you because now I'm left with nothing; but the loud pitch screaming noise, the mess you left after you destroyed me, the uncomfortable feeling, the burning, the depression, the feeling of my pulse beneath my skin and the throbbing of my hand because that was the place where you last touched me."

           -- i shouldn't be in love with a boy like you

I Come Apart 2

"Ahlain Khalti," I kissed Aunt Nadia's cheek.

"Ya hala ib Noura," she smiled. I could see fine lines on her eyes. She has aged but she will remain beautiful. "Ela entay eshyaybich London?"

"I study here in London! But I'm going home right now because I have a winter break," I said.

"Ohh I totally forgot that you were Hamad's age" She smiled and looked at him.

I looked at the figure standing next to her. Hamad, her son, looked even better than he did before. His shoulders were more broad than they were in High School. His hair was even longer. His teeth were perfectly aligned and his dimple on his right cheek was showing.

"Shlounich Noura?" He asked formally. The way he says my name sends shivers across my body. He does not want to talk to me and I can feel it.

"il7imdilla b5air, winta shlounik?" I asked. I started to get uncomfortable. I don't like it when I feel that I'm not wanted.

"Il7imdilla," he said. 

We said our goodbyes and parted ways. I kept looking at him. He hasn't changed a bit but he didn't seem happy when he saw me. Could he still be mad at me?

Hamad and I were best friends in High School. We were inseparable and our parents tried to separate us into two completely different classes but they couldn't. It wasn't until after our Junior year that Hamad decided to confess his love to me. I, being a stubborn girl, told him that I couldn't do it. I couldn't be his girlfriend. What'd people think about me? I have never had a boyfriend and Hamad was the only friend I had that was a boy. I did have a crush on him at that time but I never thought that he'd pick me. I was literally a tomboy. I never thought that he'd even like me. I always thought that he felt sorry for me because of all of the bullying I got for being a tomboy.

All the girls in our school had a crush on him. He was like eye candy to them. They'd never really want to be in a relationship with him because he told the whole school that he had eyes on one girl only, who apparently turned out to be me.

I've lost my best friend and my secret crush that day. All of our friends sensed that we were no longer talking to each other and all kinds of rumours were spread all around the school. Here we are, three and a half years later, still not talking to each other. Should I apologise to him? Should I try to fix things so we could be friends just like before? I'd do anything just to have our silly conversations back.

The odd man who was with the girl I saw earlier today came through the lounge's doors. He had a hood on this time which made him look like he's up to no good. He made his way through the couches and coffee tables and sat next to Hamad's mother.

I realised that this man was indeed, Nasser. Nasser is Hamad's twin brother. I never really knew him because he went to a different school. Hamad told me that his twin had a mental problem and the school we went to refused to enrol him because they were scared that he'd hurt the other students. He told me he'd get violent sometimes and he wouldn't be able to think anything through.

The flight is in about an hour and I had a lot of time on my hands. I flipped through the magazines that were placed right in front of me and sipped on the orange juice that the kind man served me. A couple of minutes later, Aunt Nadia called me and told me to sit with her and her sons.

"Noura this is Alia, the boys' cousin," Aunt Nadia said. I smiled at Alia and greeted her with a warm hug.

"So Noura, what do you study here in London?" She sipped on her tea.

"I'm studying Psychology," I smiled.

"Oh, that's a very interesting thing to study!" She said, looking at Nasser. I can feel him tense up a bit, maybe because he was mentally unstable?

"I once took Nasser to a psychologist, he attacked each and every one of them," she said.

"MOM," he said. The vein in his head popped and his hands were clenched. I remembered in class my professor said that if a patient of ours gets frustrated, I should try to calm them down by letting them remember any good memories.

"So tell me Nasser, what's your favourite restaurant here in London?" I asked.

Nasser was taken aback and I could see a confused look on Hamad's face. Alia was just sitting there with her mobile and Aunt Nadia was watching us carefully. 

"Uhmm, I really like the Pizzeria in H-H-Harrods," he stumbled over some words, but that was a normal thing to do since I was a stranger to him.

"What do you like most about the Pizzeria?" I smiled. It was also very important for a Psychiatrist to act friendly and calm in front of their patients. It would make them feel more comfortable and it would make them open up more.

"Personally, I really like their garlic bread and I actually hate their Pizza," he chuckled.

"So you only go there for the garlic bread?" I chuckled too.

"Yeah, I think so," he smiled and took the hoodie off of his head.

He had a large scar on his left eyebrow. He also had a stubble and his hair was short and clean. His teeth were straight and his nose was slightly crooked, in a good way.

Aunt Nadia gasped in a low tone and I was the only one to witness her amazement. I really didn't know why she was so shocked, but I really hope that it was a good reason.

For the next forty five minutes, I kept laughing with Nasser and he had this thing in his eyes. It was really hard to explain what it is but I know for sure, that he was happy.

They called us for our flight and we went to the airplane. I was a couple of rows in front of the twins and Aunt Nadia and Alia were seated in First Class. The rest of us were in Business.

The man seated next to me was awful. He kept asking for my name but I kept ignoring him. I literally didn't turn my face when he talked to me. I was getting agitated because of his inappropriate behaviour. He was the same man who tried to hit on me back at the VAT's.

"Lw sama7t, mumken enbadel amaken?" Nasser asked the man. The man surprisingly agreed and they both switched places.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" I smiled.

"Oh it's not for your pleasure, it's for mine," he winked.

I blushed and we started a long conversation that lasted for four hours. I told Nasser that I wanted to sleep for the rest of the flight because I was a little bit tired. He didn't seem to mind since he slept the minute we ended our conversation. Poor thing, he must've been tired too.

I laid down and covered myself with a blanket. Nasser seems like such a gentleman. I wonder why everybody thinks otherwise.

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Hamad got up from his seat and went to see Nasser and Noura. He was a little bit jealous because they seem to get a long with each other. He shook his head and went to take a stroll around the plane. He passed by Alia's seat hoping he could have a small chat with her but she was too busy watching a movie. He went to his mother who was reading Quran. She put down the Quran and took off her reading glasses.

"Is there something bothering you honey?" She asked Hamad and put her hand on the side of his cheeks.

"Nour-" He said but he didn't continue his sentence.

"Hamad, listen to me. I know you still have feelings for her. I know you loved her way back but she's a grown woman now. If you tried to confess your feelings to her but she rejected it before, what makes you think that she's going approve of it now?" She said.

"I know Mom, but seeing her after all these years, makes me want to forget what was between us and start all over again. I am willing to forgive her for what she has done because I remember how there was no one in our school whose friendship was as stronger as ours," he said.

"She is a very intelligent young girl," Nadia said. "Have you seen the way Nasser reacted when she talked to him? It was like magic!"

"Yes, I've seen the way he looks at her too," he said.

"Hamad! Don't say that! This is the first time I've seen Nasser so relaxed. Do you think that the presence of Noura had an affect on him?" she said.

"Of course it did!" he said.

"Let's tell her to spend every afternoon of her break with Nasser, maybe his personality's going to change," Nadia said.

"6ab3an la2," Hamad gritted his teeth. He surely didn't like the idea that Nasser would spend his afternoons with Noura. It wasn't a bright thing to do.

"Hamad, I am your mother and you should obey every decision I think of," Nadia raised her voice a bit.

"Enshalla yuma, I'll talk to her tomorrow," he said and went back to his seat.

Devoted

She was just an ordinary woman, and he was just an ordinary man. Little did they know, that they would be crossing paths in the couple of months for an unpleasant reason.

She was devoted to her studies and he silently admired the way that she was committed to everything.

Little did he know that she had feelings for His brother. Little did he know that His brother was planning on marrying her.

Day after day, he spent his nights writing poems for her. He spent his days regretting not telling his mother that he wanted her as a wife and that He was supposed to be on their honeymoon right now instead of his twin brother.

Little did he know that his brother planned revenge on Her sister.

He slowly started to remember the events that happened a couple of years ago. His brother was in love with Her sister. His brother was devoted to Her sister. He loved Her sister more than His brother ever loved himself. But all hell broke loose when Her sister told him that she was marrying her cousin and were 'allegedly' in love.

His brother was devastated.

His brother was angry.

And now, His brother is gone.

Karma decided to step into this situation to do it's thing.

A huge accident occurred when they were on their way home from the airport.

My brother broke his vertebrae and passed away.

We are now standing in my parent's house. Men wearing Dishdasha's and women wearing their Abaya.

Crystals fell from her eyes. Priceless crystals fell from her eyes.

She went to him and fell into his arms. She went to him and told him that it was him all the time. It was he whom she has fallen for, and not his brother.

Little did he know that she was pregnant.

and several months later, she had a beautiful baby boy.

and guess what she named it?

She named it after him.

She named it after him.

I Come Apart 1

My eyes searched for a familiar face in the crowd. I pulled my bag while I squeezed myself in between hundreds of people who were greeting their loved ones. Strands of my hair kept falling and blocked my view. I looked over my shoulder and found a man that was following me. I walked a bit faster but he somehow was able to catch up with me. I dropped everything in my hands and I ran. I ran like there was no tomorrow. I was just seconds away from the door. The second I stepped out of the building, a firm hand grabbed my arm and I knew that something bad was going to happen.


"Noura wake up you're going to be late," Irina, our housekeeper said.

"But I don't want to go back," I moaned. “I don’t have anything good to go back to”

"You're going to be late for your flight if you don't get up!" She said with her thick Russian accent. Oh how I’d kill to be Russian. I feel that Russians are the most care-free people on this Earth. Maybe not friendly, but care-free and that is what I want to be. Care-free.

"Irina I have a bad feeling about going back home," I got out of bed and into the bathroom. I took a shower and wore my purple training suit. I got my LV tote bag and threw my passport in and my booking information. I ran to the living room while I put my sneakers on. I zipped up my bag and pulled it next to the door.

"Irina, I want you to make sure that all the lights are off and the switches too," I said. The bellboy was already at the door collecting my luggage to take them downstairs. "and please make sure that I haven't forgotten to throw out the milk that is in the fridge, I really don't my apartment to stink"

"Don't worry Ms. Noura," she reassured me. "Everything's going to be alright, just don't miss your flight, we wouldn’t want to give your mother any reason to get worried" I'm not even sure if my mum knows that I'm coming back home.

"Goodbye Irina and take care of the boys while I'm gone," I said, giving her a warm hug. I wore my shades and waited for the unbelievably slow elevator to come. I tapped my leg and hummed an old Arabic classic. Sulaiman Al Mulla was one of my favorite singers and Fdwetin Lek was my favorite song. I got into the elevator and went to the lobby. I made sure that all my expenses were paid and got into the car.

Irina is our housekeeper. Our as in Zaid, Khalid and my housekeeper. Zaid and Khalid were technically my best friends. We met each other on the first day of University and I guess we just clicked together since that day. They were my cliques, actually they were more like the brothers I never had. Irina comes every Monday, Wednesday and Friday to make sure that our apartments were clean. To be honest, three of us were lazy. We were too lazy to do anything and Irina loved us more than her other clients. She says that we were more 'welcoming' than any other client and that we are the children she yearned to have. When we asked her why she never got married, she told us that it was a very long story that she doesn’t feel comfortable sharing. However she promised us that she’d tell it to us when she’s ready.

It took us about 45 minutes to get to Heathrow Airport due to the rush hour. The streets were usually busy in Christmas. I got into the airport and checked in. I went to the VAT section and it took me at least an hour to do all my VAT's. While I was waiting in the line, Zaid called me and told me that he'll be coming back home next week. Both Zaid and Khalid were coming next week because their cousin's getting married and they had to go to his marriage. Zaid and Khalid were actually second cousins. They were enemies back in high school but they worked everything out when they knew that they'll be going to the same university.

I tapped my legs while I stood in front of an awfully short woman. She wore jean leggings and top, which was totally inappropriate. She was chewing gum and I more than disgusted. Did I forget to mention that I hate people who chew gum? I think that it's really disrespectful to chew that way in front of people. I rolled my eyes and took my phone out from my back pocket. I looked through my Twitter feed and read all my friend's tweets and how happy they were about going back home. I looked around to see if I can spot any familiar faces but all I saw were Emirati, Saudi and a few Qatari students. They were all going back home for the same reason, to reunite with their family.

I looked back at the woman who was in front of me. She was now accompanied with a man who had a well-built back and broad shoulders. His hair was quite messy and short. He had two blue passports in his hands which made me thank god that he was Kuwaiti. At least I know that I'd be in an airplane with what I think is an attractive man. All I wanted to do now was to catch a quick glimpse of his face.

I tapped my foot while I waited for the line to progress. It was my turn now and I got stuck with a man who doesn't stop asking questions.

"I don't really know," I replied to his seventh (or maybe eighth question, I stopped counting after he asked me if I was married).

"Can't you see that she doesn't want to answer your questions?" The man next to me said. It was the same man who was standing in front of me. I could not get a clear view of his face. All I saw this time was a scruffy beard and aviators. He turned around immediately, not bothering to hear what I have to say to him. It was a simple thank you, but I think he doesn’t want to hear one from me since he gave me his back. How rude.

I'm finally done with the VAT's and I already passed security. I think this was the first time they haven't patted me down. The usually stop me because the stupid detector thinks I'm carrying a gun or a metal object. Who do they think I am? A psychotic serial killer whose on the run?

I went to the lounge and ordered a private room so I could pray and rest for a bit. I left my handbag in the room and went to shop in Duty Free. I went to the bookshop next to it and looked for a book to read in the airplane. I had 6 hours to kill and decided that Nicholas Sparks was going to be my best friend in the upcoming hours. I picked two books and went and paid for them at the cashier. I went upstairs and went to Wagamama.

I ordered my food and waited for it to come. I looked around me and saw families sitting together. If only I had brothers and sisters that loved me. If only my parents actually took care of me. 

I saw the brat with the same guy. He was giving me his back and she was sipping her soda. She started to chew on her gum after she placed her soda back on the table. I rolled my eyes and the man came with my order. I thanked him and started to eat.

When I was halfway done with my meal, the man looked over his shoulder and stared at me. I looked away and tried to act like I haven’t caught him staring at me. He was still wearing his hoodie and aviators. It's 9pm why the hell is he wearing his aviators? 

I paid for the check as soon as I could and skipped my way to the lounge. I didn’t want things to be any more awkward then they already are.

As I was walking through the lounge, I spotted a familiar face. My eyes sparkled and the butterflies in my stomach were fluttering.

 "صدفه ويا محلا الصدف" I thought.

Lots of love,

Reveur xxo

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I am truly sorry for closing the blog for the last couple of months, I had to deal with some personal issues and , il7imdilla, everything's okay right now. Winter Schemes is no longer on the blog because I have to edit some bits of it. Once I'm done with editing it, I'll post it back on the blog! I am very thankful for those who coped with me for the last months. 

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Winter Schemes Epilogue

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Sara's P.O.V:

So, I'm a married woman with a baby girl growing in my belly. I've been pregnant for five months and I was on cloud 9.

I walked around our house, not knowing what to do. A lot of you are confused right now. They don't really know why and how Abdulrahman is still alive. 

Well, Abdulrahman had this winter scheme he'd do every winter. He once spray painted his parent's cars and he once left and didn't contact any of his family members. So he decided that this year's scheme should be more daring and scary.

His actual scheme was to kidnap me but it turned out that there were actually people who wanted to kidnap me. Khalid and Saud really wanted to take me and Abdulrahman helped them just to look after me. He explained to me that he was scared that they'd do something bad to me.

But once he flew me out to Italy, he got the idea that he should act dead just to scare Mi7sen. He told his father and mother that he'll act dead because he wanted to prank mi7sen but at the same time, he didn't want to scare his parents. That's why his mother wanted Mi7sen to go after me when I was still in Milan and he was still in Kuwait.

Mi7sen ended up forgiving Abdulrahman and I forgave him too. But I made him promise me that he'd never do this again. We got back to being best friends. He apologised for everything he's done. I was still angry at him but I couldn't stay mad at him for long.

I got married three months later after Abdulrahman's 'fake' death. Maldives was the first destination point in our honeymoon. I can remember almost everything that happened there. We then went to Florence, even though we promised each other we won't go to Italy. The place was so beautiful and I was glad that we went there. We went to London for a couple of days because he knew how much I love that place.

It was a Thursday which meant that we'd be going to his family's chalet today. The bags were already packed. 

Mi7sen arrived an hour later and we were on our way to the shallai. We stopped at Starbucks because I craved their hot chocolate.

"Are you going to want everything you crave?" he laughed.

"Yes," I blushed. "As a matter of fact, meshtahya bared makeena"

"I'll get you bared makeena lama we get to mcdo ily in Bnaider," he chuckled.

Forty five minutes later, we were in front of McDonalds and Mi7sen bought me some ice cream and he got himself one too.

We got to the chalet but his parents were still not here. Abdulrahman was in his honeymoon. He married one of his cousins. He told me that he likes her so I told him why doesn't he just marry her? He thought that it was a great idea and he ended up marrying her last week. 

Mi7sen placed the bags in our room. I went out and watched the sun set. Mi7sen came and grabbed my hand and took me tot he beach.

We sat together, mesmerised by the beautiful view in front of us. I laid down because I started to get cramps.

"Marrying you was one of the best decisions I've ever done," I told him.

"Why is that?" he asked, laying down next to me on the beach/

"Because you changed my whole life around," I said, smiling.

"For better or for worse?" he asked.

"What do you think?" I said, turning my head to face him. He looked at me with a smile on his face, he never thought that his Sara would be sitting next to him with a baby bump. All he wanted was Sara, and that is what he got.

The end.
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Winter Schemes 25 *Finale*

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This is sadly the last part of Winter Schemes. I really enjoyed writing this story. I've met a lot of nice, genuine people who make my day with their comment about the story.

I will be writing a epilogue later on today and I'll try to post it tonight or tomorrow morning. I really want to read your thoughts about the story, I don't really mind if they were negative comments, they actually help me when I write the next story!

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Sara's P.O.V:

I finally got discharged from the hospital. Mi7sen's been very kind lately and he's been helping me a lot. He makes everything easier and I'm glad that I've got a person like Mi7sen in my life, unlike Fahad who made my life a living hell in the last few months of our marriage. I can't believe that he actually got married and moved on. He was such a waste of time. I've wasted two full years with him, two years that I should've spent with Mi7sen.

The earliest flight to Kuwait was in two days. I was sad but I had to act happy in front of Mi7sen because he was finally starting to get better. I love the way he's always alarmed when he hears my name, it's like he's scared that something going to happen to me again.

We went back to the apartment after I got discharged. I took a shower and changed into some clean clothes. I've decided to take Mi7sen to the best restaurant in town that serves one of the most delicious pizza's I've ever tasted. Mi7sen was actually impressed with the restaurant and befriended the chef who works there. He actually asked to meet the chef because he was impressed. I got embarrassed for a minute because all the workers that work there know me because my lunch for the last two weeks were in this restaurant. We actually got to know the recipe for the pizza and the chef made us swear to never tell anyone the recipe because if we did, he's the one who's getting blamed. We paid the check and said our goodbyes. I told them that today was the last day they'll be seeing me since I was going back to my home country. They told me how they were glad to meet someone like me and they hope that I'll be coming back soon.

I took Mi7sen to one of the small malls in Milano and we shopped together. I bought him some t-shirts from D&G. Well, he paid but I was the one who picked them for him.

We bought some Gelato and sat in the first empty table we saw. Mi7sen called his mother and told her that he had found me and he explained to her everything. A minute later, he said goodbye and closed the phone.

"Why didn't you tell her that we're coming tomorrow?" I asked.

"Because I don't want to," he smiled.

We walked back home and Mi7sen made sure that I was safe in the apartment. He made sure that I took my meds and made sure that I have everything I need with me.

"Are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to get anything from the supermarket?" He asked.

"No thank you, you've done enough in a day Mi7sen. Go back to your hotel and sleep, look at how your eyes are all puffed up and red." I laughed.

"Are you sure you don't want anything?" he asked.

I pulled him to the door and kicked him out. It was the only possible way that I could find to let him go to his hotel room and sleep. I know he needs it because he looks so tired.

"So your kicking me out?" he chuckled.

"I know you're going to thank me later," I said.

"Good night," we both said in the same time.

I watched him press the button for the elevator. He tapped his feet while waiting for the slow elevator to come up. He was never a patient guy but I'm used to him being like that.

I went back into the apartment and tidied everything up. We'll be leaving tomorrow and I didn't want to forget anything important. I spent a couple of hours packing everything I had. I made myself a hot chocolate and sat on the couch watching one of the shows that was on TV.

It was 12 am and I was really tired so I changed into my pj's and got into bed. I can't wait to get back to Kuwait and live normally. Mi7sen had my passport and I was pleased because if he didn't have it, I'd be stuck in this place until they've brought me my passport in a week or two and I didn't want to spend another second in this country.

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I got up the next morning from the sound of someone banging the apartment's door. I got up and wore my furry slippers and looked through the hole. It was mi7sen with a bag of Starbucks in his hand.

"Good morning" I said, opening the door for him.

"You're still asleep?" He asked, amazed.

"Well I didn't get enough sleep so," I laughed.

"I slept like a baby," he said.

"That's because I was a very kind person and sent you home to sleep," I said.

"No you begged me to stay but I told you that I had to go," he said, hiding his smile.

"Stop messing with me," I chuckled and took the bag from his hands. I went to the small kitchen counter and sat on the stool. I got out my cheese croissant and my hot chocolate.

"My favourite," I said, munching on the croissant.

"Bil3afya," he smiled as he sat on the stool in front of me and got out his latte.

"I want your latte," I begged.

"You hate coffee," he said.

"I know but I started to like it ever since I came here," I kept munching on my croissant.

"Take only one sip," he handed me his latte.

I took a sip from his latte. "Another one?" I said with puppy eyes.

"Drink it all if you like, but don't give me your puppy eyes because you know I'll do anything for you," he chuckled.

I took another sip from it and handed it to him.

"I know you can't function without coffee in the morning and I don't want to spend the whole day with an annoying, grumpy Mi7sen," I said.

"Annoying Mi7sen, huh?" He smiled.

"Yeah you're always annoying, to be honest" I hid my smile.

"I will get back at you," he smiled.

A couple of hours later, we went to the airport, checked in, went through security, and boarded the plane. It wasn't so crowded which was kind of relieving. We landed in Kuwait a couple of hours later and we got our suitcases and went to Mi7sen's car. His car was parked in the parking so we didn't have to call anyone to pick us up.

"Tara my mother doesn't know we're in Kuwait" he said.

"Yeah I know," I said. "I like surprises and I bet she'll be surprised."

"Trust me, she will," he said, starting his car.

We opened the radio and there was nothing good playing. He took out one of his old CD's that were in the back.

"Slide this in" he said.

I took it from his hands and put it in it's slot. A song started to play and I automatically knew which this CD was

"Why do you still have this?" I asked.

"I never throw out things that are important to me,"

We arrived at his house. Abdulrahman's car was there and I felt quite uncomfortable. I wasn't used to Abdulrahman not being here.

"What are you going to do with his car?" I asked.

"Wait, how did his car get here in the first place?" he asked. It was 8 am in the morning and the neighbour's drivers were staring at us while they washed the cars.

"Huh?" I was so confused.

"You've got to be kidding me" he smiled a big, toothy smile. "I'm so going to kill him"

"Wait, I don't get it," I said.

He ran to the front door and I ran behind him. His smile never left his face.

"I'm going to kill him" he repeated.

"Kill who?" I asked.

"My baby brother," he laughed.

"Mi7sen it's not really funny to joke about your dead brother," I said.

"It is funny if he's not even dead," He smiled and led me into his parent's house.

We got upstairs and greeted his parents, who were sitting in the table eating their breakfast.

"Wain 7amani?" Mi7sen asked.

"In his room," his mother smiled.

I sat next to his mother as she pulled me closer and hugged me.

I saw Abdulrahman come out of his room with his messy hair. Mi7sen gave him one of his famous hugs where he hugs you until you lose your breath.

He then pinned him to the wall and they started to fight.

"Bas ya shabab tara entaw kebartaw 3ala hal suwalif" their father stated. The stopped fighting and came to the table.

"Hi Sara," 7amani said.

"I am not talking to him," I told mi7sen, hoping that 7amani was listening.

"I'll explain everything to her later," Mi7sen chuckled. "Let's eat breakfast as a proper family first"

We ate breakfast and we started chit-chatting. I don't remember the last time I sat in a table with people who love me. It's a great feeling knowing that there are people who still care about you.

I can finally sleep properly tonight.
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*There will be an explanation in the epilogue about what Abdulrahman did, for those who are going to ask in the future.

Winter Schemes 24

The story is ending shortly and I don't really know how to end it!

Anyways, enjoy and don't forget to tell me what you think!
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Sara's P.O.V:

It has been two weeks and still no sign of Mi7sen, Abdulrahman, nor Saud. I'm getting really worried because I have this feeling in my gut that something went wrong. I went to a mall today and bought myself some clothes. I bought some nail polish too because I wanted to feel normal and happy for a minute.

I saw a guy who looked like Fahad today. The difference was that he was more tanned and more fit. His hair was more messier and longer than Fahads usual hair. The Fahad I know looks way better than this one. I went to the nearest cafe and bought a cheese sandwich and bottled orange juice.

While I walked back to my apartment, I started to get dizzy. A couple of minutes later, I realised that I didn't take my meds. I forgot my insulin shot at home and I don't think I could make it in time. I got more dizzy with every step I took. I sat in the nearest bench I found. There weren't a lot of people and I was glad. A man came and sat next to me, I hadn't paid much attention to him. A couple of seconds later, I started to get more dizzy and the only thing I could remember was falling onto the man's shoulder.

Mi7sen's P.O.V:

I couldn't find Khalid anywhere. My brother is dead because of him. I asked everyone about Khalid but no one knew where he was. I even tried to contact Saud but he wouldn't answer. I never thought that he'd take this situation to the next level, I never thought that anyone would actually get harmed. I tried calling Saud but he won't answer and I couldn't tell my parents because I know they'll freak out.

This weird number kept calling me. I don't answer unknown callers so I kept ignoring it. It kept calling and I got fed up so I had to answer.

"Aloo" I said.

"Aloo, Mi7sen?" A man's voice said.

"Na3am? Mino ma3ay? W laish ga3d etdeg 3alai 6oul ilyoum?" I asked. I was furious and not in the mood at all for one of my friend's stupid pranks.

"I know where Sara is, so if you don't shut the hell up you won't know where she it," he said. I know that voice, it sounds so familiar.

"I know it's you Fahad," I said. His voice was so recognisable. His voice had this tone that makes it different and recognisable from all other voices.

"It doesn't matter if you know who I am, but Sara's in the hospital," he said.

"What? Why the hell is she in the hospital? Where the hell is Sara?" I asked.

"Sara's in Italy, Milan to be more precise," he said. "Come as soon as you can, I'll be leaving tomorrow and I'm going to leave her alone if you don't come,"

"Are you threatening me?" I asked.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am threatening you," he said.

"Why? Is your wife mad about you spending your time with your ex?" I asked, smirking.

"You don't get to talk about Salma," he said.

"So her name's Salma, what does she look like?" I asked, chuckling. I sensed his anger on the other end of the line. He closed the line the second I said her name. How can he even get married in the middle of this?

I got back home and packed my bags. A few minutes later, my mother entered my room.

"Wain ray7?" she asked, alarmed.

"Basafr shwaya ma3a rab3i" I said, not looking at her. I know that the moment I see her eyes, I'm going to tell her everything.

"La2," she said.

"Na3am?" I asked.

"Gelt lk la2, manta msafer wya rab3k" she said.

"laish?" I asked her. I had to go find Sara.

"Bas, l2anek mu 3ajebni ib hal sbou3ain w ma3aref wain u5ook w ma yred 3ala mobila fa akeed fii shay w galbi na8azni inna 7amani fee shay," she said, looking at me with her big, watery eyes.

I had to tell her because if I didn't, she's going to be so mad at me.

"Yuma, abi agoulich shay, bas lat3a9been 3alai," I said.

I sat next to her on my bed and held her gently while telling her everything I knew. She was more than angry and she was ready to kill me. She started crying. I held her in my arms while she cried. I cried too because it was hard seeing your mother in pain in front of you and you couldn't do anything. She kept crying for minutes and I was speechless and couldn't say anything.

"7abeebi go get Sara," she said, sniffing.

"Bas yuma lail7een ma gelt 7ag uboy 3an Abdulrahman," I said. "W Sara can wait,"

"La 7abeebi rou7 you already lost your brother you can't lose Sara too," she said. Why isn't she mad at me? Why does she want me to leave so badly? I kissed the crown of her head and finish packing my bag. I zipped it up and hugged my mother. She kept reciting Al-Mu3awethat and hugged me hardly before I left.

"Allah y7af'6ek" she said. I could see a small smile forming. Is my mother hiding something from me? I'll find out sooner or later what you've been hiding mom. Trust me, I will find out what she's up to.

I went downstairs and got into my car and went to the airport. I called a friend of mine an hour ago and already told him that I'll be going to Milan on the earliest flight available. He told me that I was very lucky because there were only two seats left and I got one of them.

I checked in and went to the lounge. My plane boards in an hour and I had nothing to do. Fahad sent me the address of the hospital Sara's in and her room number.

I finally boarded the plane and I couldn't wait 'til I see Sara. A couple of hours later, we already landed in Milan and I was ready to go.

I got my bags and left the airport. I found a taxi and gave him the hospital's address.

Less than an hour later, I was already in front of the hospital's large doors with my suitcase in my right hand and my mobile in the other. Before I entered the hospital, I looked to my right and saw Fahad standing about fifty meters away, leaning on a building's wall. He smiled one of his famous smiles and walked away, knowing that Sara is now in good hands.

I entered the hospital and asked about Sara. A male nurse guided me to her room. I thanked him and entered her room.

She was laying down on her bed with her eyes shut. Her face was pale and she looked so tired. I placed my suitcase next to the door and laid down on the couch next to her bed.

I woke up from the sound of Sara's delicate coughs. I turned around and found her smiling at me.

"How long were you awake?" I asked her, rubbing my eyes.

"Not so long," she smiled. "About four hours."

"Four hours?" My eyes got wider as I looked at my watch, realising that I have slept for five hours.

"Yes, you looked so tired and I didn't want to wake you up," she said.

"Oh so you're fake coughs wasn't one of your ways to try to wake me up?" I asked. "I know your tricks Sara so you can't lie to me."

We both laughed, enjoying this short moment.

"Mi7sen, where's Abdulrahman? Where's Fahad? Where's Saud?" she asked with her eyes full of worry.

I got up and sat on the chair next to her bed. I held her cold hands, scared that she won't take this news easily.

"Fahad, allah ysalmich, is married to a woman called Salma. He's the one who brought you here," I said. "And Saud lied to us, he never was on our side."

"How come?" she asked, confused.

"Sara, they killed Abdulrahman" I said.

Her eyes began to tear and she covered her mouth and nose with her tiny hands. She started to weep and I know that there was no possible way that I can stop her. A few minutes later, she started to calm down.

"Wh-why did they kill him?" she asked.

"I don't know Sara, I wanted to find out but Fahad called me saying that you're in the hospital and I told my mom about everything and she told me that I should come and bring you back home" I said.

"So you decide to come to me after three months? Why didn't you look for me three months ago?" she asked. She's beginning to get angry.

"Because Abdulrahman never told me where he took you, he didn't want us to be together. I told him that he should take you to Spain because we have a house there and I knew it'd be safer for you but he decided to go behind my back and take you to Italy," I said, running out of breath.

She took a couple of seconds to digest all the information I've given her.

"Mi7sen," she said.

"Amray," I said.

"Ma yamer 3alaik 3aduu," she replied. "Can I just ask you for one simple thing and you won't say no?"

"I'll do anything for you," I said

"Can you please take me back to Kuwait?" she asked.

"Enshaalah al7een adig 3ala refeeji w agoula yjadem 7ajzna," I told her. "3ad I told my mom that we'll be coming back after two weeks"

"Two weeks?! That's too long w already ta3abt min hal mukan," she said. "I hate this place so much"

"I'll keep in mind that Italy won't be a destination point for our honeymoon," I laughed.

She looked at me with a look in her eyes.

"Sara, I know you can't take this all in, in one day but I have to tell you this," I said, looking at her eyes.

"I've loved you since the first day I've met you. I've been planning to marry you since day one and even my mother knows that," I said. "But Fahad had to marry you and I lost faith in everything. I actually went through a phase where I was ready to kill Fahad so I can marry you" I chuckled. "But after all of this, I realised that you were more than perfect and you made my life easier and now it was my turn to make your life easier."

"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, and this isn't a proposal. I want to propose to you in the right way so when we get back home my mom will be talking to you shortly," I smiled.

"Bas don't you thing it's early? Your brother just passed away and you're already moving on," she whispered.

"Actually I haven't moved on," I said. "I just don't want you to slip away from my hands just like the first time, I can't afford to loose you again."

"But I want the wedding to be in December," she smiled.

"The love you have for winter is incredible," I said. "I think I'm starting to get jealous"

"You don't have too," she laughed.

We sat there in silence. She was fiddling with her fingers while I sat on the couch with one leg on top of the other.

"It is true that you were out of my sight, Sara, but you were never out of my mind," I told her as I saw her cheeks turn into crimson red.

I finally felt happy. I haven't felt like this for ages and I was relieved that everything was finally starting to get better. Even though 7amani isn't here with us, I will try to live a normal, happy life with Sara and my parents.
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Lots of love, 
Reveur xxo