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!

Enjoy & 3eedkum mbarak xo
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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!

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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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Winter Schemes 23

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Mi7sen's P.O.V:

I saw Sara leave the place with Abdulrahman. Khalid was still holding the gun to my head and his son, Saud, tried to stop his father from killing me.

"Yuba tkfa esma3ni, tara ana kalamt Mi7sen w gali inna Sara ma3endaha floos! 7awalat'hum kilihum ib isem rayaal thaani," Saud said, trying to hard to convince his father.

"Latkhaleeh yge9 3alaaik s3oud! Tara uhwa ma yabi ma9la7tik bas yabi il bent w yn7aash!" his father replied.

"W inta yuba? Inta shino tabi?" s3oud asked.

"Ana abii il khair lk ya weldi. Laish mu ga3d tefham inna kel ily ga3da asawee lk uhwa elkhair? Ana abeek t3eesh eb raa7a mabeek t3eesh methli 6oul 3omrek! Tara hal 7ayat wayed 5a6ra w a5aaf 3alaik!" his father told him.

"Yuba, shloun tabee ilkhair lyy w tabee et3ayeshni ib flous 7araam? Law ana akhath't flous Sara 3ugb ma nethba7'ha yu3tabar 7araaam. Ana ma awreth minhaa shay law ana il thabe7haa! Tabeeni a3eesh bel thanb 6oul 3omri? Tabeeni awakel murty w 3yaali ib flous 7araam? Shloun terthaha 3ala weldek yuba? W ana weldek ilwa7eed, law 3indik 5ams awlad bedal 5ams banaat, shetsawii? Tethba7 5ams banat '3air Sara?" Saud said.

At that exact moment, Khalid received a phone call. He went to the other living room where we could no longer hear him.

Saud and I kept waiting till he came back. None of us dared to move. I was scared, for the first time, that I was actually going to die any second now and I don't want to die knowing that Sara is mad at me for staying behind.

Khalid came back a couple of minutes later with a big wide smile plastered on his wrinkled face. He seemed pleased.

"Turns out to be that I have a better offer than Sara," he said.

"What does that mean?" I asked. He can't just let me go easily.

"It means that I don't need you anymore. I don't want to see your face, so get out of my house," he said, angrily. "Oh, and fyi, I'm not done with you yet Mi7sen. You'll get your revenge shortly."

I left the place while Saud sat in the chalet with his father. I pitied Saud for having to live with this man his whole entire life.

I tried to call Abdulrahman but he didn't answer. I told him to take Sara to our house in Spain but he's probably in the plane right now. I'll call him later. I've got to get a ticket to Spain as soon as I can.

Sara's P.O.V:

I woke up a couple of hours later. I looked around the place and it seems that I'm in an airplane. How the hell did I get here? Where's Saud? Where's Mi7sen?

I was alone in the plane. I looked around but there wasn't anyone in the seats next to me. I got up slowly. I saw a man in the chair behind me covered with a blanket.

Abdulrahman.

I started to remember everything that had happened. I remembered how I saw Mi7sen with a gun to his head and how 7amani pulled me into the car and drugged me. I remember how we got into this private plane because I woke up when the car stopped which lead to Abdulrahman drugging me again and here I am. Ready to kill Abdulrahman.

I went next to his seat and threw a pillow on him. 

"Why did you do that for?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

I took another pillow and started to hit him harder. "Because you ruined my life why the hell did you do this." 

"Sara stop it," he said, trying to stop me.

"I HATE YOU," I screamed. I started to cry and sat in the seat next to his.

He came next to me and put his arms around me.

"DONT TOUCH ME," I started to shout again. He was scared so he went back to his seat.

"Sara please stop crying, it won't solve anything," he said.

"They had Mi7sen at gunpoint and you're sitting here? You didn't even defend him. You didn't even try to save him," I said.

"Saud is going to deal with them. Mi7sen told me not to ask questions and the only thing I am supposed to do is take care of you." he said.

"I don't want you to take care of me," I said. "I wan't you to make sure that Mi7sen is still alive."

"He'll be fine, don't worry about it," he said.

"How can you be so sure? Why aren't you worried about him? Don't you love your brother?" I asked.

"Yes of course I love him. I'm not worried because I know he's going to be fine." he said.

"You can at least tell me where we're going," I said.

"You never asked." he replied.

"I don't have to ask," I told him, annoyed.

"If you don't have to ask then I don't have to tell you either," he said. I can feel his smirk.

"Hfffff Abdulrahman you're getting more annoying by the second," I said, crossing my arms.

"I've been annoying you my whole life, for your information," he said.

"I know that because I ignored you most of the time," I said, smiling. The memories of Abdulrahman and I back in Paris kept coming up in my head. I kept remembering how much fun we had when we used to be best friends.

"I know you're mad at me, but can we please leave this behind us? I swear Mi7sen is going to be all right and he'll come back to you," he said, looking at me.

"But how can you be so sure? How can you be sure that he'll be coming back while he was held at gunpoint hours ago? For all we know, he could be dead by now!" I said. The thought of Mi7sen's death sent shivers down my spine.

"Trust me, Sara, I know he's going to be fine," he said. I think there's another side to this story. The only way Abdulrahman is patient right now is that he knows something that I don't and I'm planning to know the thing he's hiding from me. First comes Saud and tells me the plan but doesn't mention that Mi7sen won't be tagging along, now Abdulrahman acts all tough and reassured when he isn't actually reassured. .

Three months later...

It was beginning to get warmer and I started to wear dresses. I no longer have my hoodies and beanies anymore. All I've got now are summer dresses and sandals. It's been three months since the last time I've seen Mi7sen and Saud. The day I got here, Abdulrahman made sure I was living in a safe place and two months later, he was gone. He didn't even say goodbye, he just slid a note under the door saying that he's never coming back and he kept apoligizing for everything he's done. I was all alone in a place that I don't feel comfortable in. I was scared as hell but I decided to go through this bravely. I couldn't let people sense my discomfort and fear because if they do, they'd use it to their advantage. I surely didn't want anyone to play any games with me anymore.

I was walking down one of Italy's old streets, looking at the people sitting on the chairs enjoying their morning coffee. I saw blonde women with their friends gathered at a corner of a building, smoking their cigarettes and laughing their heads off like they don't have a single thing to worry about. The best part about this country was that everybody had their separate lives and no one can interfere with it.

I kept walking down the street, not knowing where to go. I found a small cafe and the end of the street and decided that I should start my morning drinking my coffee. I've never really liked coffee but after I tasted their coffee, it's the only thing I can think of. I wonder what Mi7sen is doing now, and where Fahad is. Why didn't Abdulrahman call me yet? I've been waiting for ages for someone to find me but it seems that no one really cares. I don't have a passport and I don't have any identification. All I have was the money that Abdulrahman gave me. It was enough for now and he said that I'll find my way because I'm a young, intelligent woman who knows how to overcome a problem.

Mi7sen's P.O.V:

I found out that Sara wasn't in Spain. Abdulrahman had gone behind my back and took her to another country. He says that it'll be better for both Sara and I if we don't see each other. He doesn't want me to get back with Sara and he doesn't want me to marry her because he likes her, too. I told him that it isn't really my fault and I can't choose who I love. I told him that I've loved Sara from the day I met her and there wasn't a day that has passed without me thinking about her. I've tried to find out where he'd hid her but he won't tell me. He said that he'll never tell me where she's at as long as he's alive. Its been a month since the last time I saw him and my parents are starting to get worried. They don't know a single thing and I'm glad that they don't. We'd both get killed by them if they know what we're doing.

I was determined to find Sara. I won't let her go easily just for the sake of my brother. I know he's my brother, but she's Sara. She changed my whole life around and if it wasn't for her, I'd be a messed up man in his twenties without a diploma who still lives off his parent's money because he couldn't finish his studies. Sara taught me everything. She taught me that it was okay if a person had struggles because these struggles make us realise that we were meant to go through them in order to make us happier. These struggles make us realise that we can overcome any problem. These struggles make us happy. Without sadness, how can we feel happiness? I can't give up on her now after all she's been through and all she's done for me. I can't let her go knowing that she's mad at me.. I just can't.

It was a Friday morning and I couldn't sleep. It was four am in the morning and I was wide awake. I've decided to go for a run. That's what I've been doing for the past ten days and I'm enjoying it.

I got into my shorts and wore my Nike t-shirt. I got into my trainers and took a cold water bottle from the fridge. I saw my mother seated in her chair with the Quran in her hands. She was wearing her black Abaya and wore her glasses that were on the tip of her nose.

"7abeebi wain raye7?" my mom asked.

"barou7 amshi shwaya," I said.

"rou7 elbes deshdashtek fog hdoumik w 9al il fayer bil masyad awal," she said. "goum el7ag ubouk tawa 6ale3 gabel dgeegtain,"

"Enshalla yuma," I said, kissing the crown of her head. I ran up the stairs and back into my room. I got out one of my Dishdasha's from my closet and took my clothes off and wore it instead. I wasn't going to wear my dishdasha on top of my clothes because it was uncomfortable.

I took my shorts and t-shirt in my hands and ran down the stairs. I got into my car and went to the mosque and found my father halfway there. He was walking with his stick in his left hand and his water bottle in his right. The mosque was about forty meters away from where my father was standing so I offered him a ride because I didn't want him to walk alone in these dark streets.

I parked my car and helped my father out. I got into the mosque behind my father and greeted my father's friends that were seated inside, waiting for the others to come so they can pray. About half an hour later, I was done with 9alat elfayer so I dropped my father at home and changed back into my t-shirt and shorts and got into my car and went to the mamsha.

The mamsha was usually empty at this time of the day and that is what I like most about it. I can do whatever I want without people staring at me. I walked around the place until I got a very annoying text message with an attachment linked to it. I was so angry I was ready to kill anyone that'll come in my way.

I will kill you Khalid. I will kill you for killing my baby brother.

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Winter Schemes 22

Chapter 23 will be posted in an hour or so!

The story is ending in the next few chapters for those who asked.

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Two years later..

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

"Why is that?" he asked, laying down next to her on the beach.

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

"For better or for worse?" he asked.

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

Two years before...

Sara's P.O.V:

I got up the next morning and had a really huge migraine. I want someone to cut off my head, I can't bear the pain I'm in. I got up slowly and knocked on the door. Saud told me yesterday that if I ever needed anything, I'd softly knock the door to let him know.

A couple of seconds later, Saud came with really messy hair.

"What do you want?" he asked, yawning.

"I need to use the bathroom," I said.

"There isn't anyone in the house, so if you want to walk around, you're free to do so," he said, going back to what seemed to be his room. "Oh, and the bathroom is the second door to your right."

I got into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I looked around and I think this bathroom belongs to a woman. I wonder if Saud had a sister I didn't know about.

I took a shower and changed into the clothes I had in my bag when I was first kidnapped. I've been in the same clothes for god knows how long and I can feel them rot. I like being clean and whenever I've been given a chance to shower, I'll do it right away.

I put my old clothes in a plastic bag and threw it in my bag. I got out and threw my bag back into the room and went downstairs. The place was beautifully decorated. The walls were filled with golden floral wallpaper that was so mesmerising and the decor of the living room was so cozy.

I was wearing a pair of leggings and my hoodie and had my hair tied up into a ponytail and a couple of strands fell out because of my bangs. My hair actually grew a few centimetres longer in the past month and I was so glad.

I opened up the fridge and got out some milk I heated it and looked for something edible. I found a bag of marshmallows and some coco powder and decided to make me some hot chocolate. Saud came down with his half-closed slouchy eyes and messy hair. He has his laptop and his phone in his hands.

I sat on the couch in the living room and started to drink my hot chocolate.

"Good morning," he said, making his way to the couch next to me.

"Good morning to you too," I told him. "Do you want some hot chocolate? I make the best hot coco you'll ever taste in your life!"

"Sure, why not?" He said, smilin. I got up and poured the rest of the milk into the mug and added some marshmallows to it. I went back and handed the mug to him and continued drinking my milk.

"You have to tell me your secret," he said after drinking a few sips of the hot coco. "This tastes like heaven!"

"Thank you, there's no secret, you just have to put the right amount of sugar!" I smiled.

"Al7een, we have to talk about the plan," he said.

"What are we going to do? How am I going to get out min ehnee bedoun ma ahalik e3arfoun innik msa3edni?" I asked.

"Leave that part to me, I'll talk to Mi7sen and everything. I just need you to be ready in 4 days." he said.

"What do you mean ready?" I asked.

"I mean that you have to pack the bag you've got with you because after four days, you'll be leaving this place." he told me.

"Can you at least tell me the plan?" I asked.

"You really don't want to know it," he said. His face didn't look well. He was keeping a secret but I didn't know what it was. "You need to go upstairs now, my father's men are going to walk through that door any second now."

I heard a car pull up outside. I ran up the stairs, limping. My body hurts so badly and with every step I took, the more painful it got.

Mi7sen's P.O.V:

I was laying down on my bed thinking of Sara. I can't imagine what she's going through right now. I received a call from an unknown number. It kept calling and calling but I don't answer numbers I don't know. Saud later on called me and told me the whole plan. I was so devastated when I heard what I had to do. Sara is going to be so mad if she finds out, so I told Saud to not tell her about anything because if she knew the real plan, she wouldn't agree on it.

Four days later.. 

Sara's P.O.V:

I had all of my stuff packed and ready. I left my bag next to the door. Saud was awake and he told me to be ready because any second now, Mi7sen is coming to take me. Saud refused to tell me anything about the plan and I'm kind of worried because I can sense his discomfort.

I kept pacing around the room. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked terrible. I haven't really eaten a decent thing for over a month now and my bones are starting to show which is scary, to be honest. I'm a woman who likes to be full and not stick-thin. I saw my faded bruise on my stomach. I traced it gently. A few seconds later, Saud came banging on my door.

"SARA BSIR3A GET YOUR BAG AND GO TO THE CAR," he said.

I grabbed my bag and ran down the stairs. I went to the main door and passed the living room. I saw Mi7sen on his knees and a gun to his head. I stopped for a second, not knowing what to do.

"GO Sara leave this place," Mi7sen yelled. The man hit Mi7sen's head with the gun. I flinched a little.

"B-but" I said. I was pulled by someone to the door. I kept kicking him, wanting to go back to Mi7sen. I couldn't leave him here. They might kill him.

I was placed into the same car I was first kidnapped in. A masked person covered both my mouth and nose with a cloth that made me feel dizzy. I slowly started to blink. He unmasked his face and stared at me. I tried so hard to keep my eyelids open but I felt so weak, I had to close them. The minute I open my eyes, I'm going to have a very very long talk with Abdulrahman. He's the one who got me into this mess.
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Winter Schemes 21

I would really reallyyyy appreciate it if I'd get feedback on this post! Sorry for taking a long time.

I hope it's long enough this time x

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Four weeks later...

Mi7sen's P.O.V:

Fahad and I didn't go with the plan we had three weeks ago.  I found out that there was more to the story. Khalid actually wanted Sara's money-- not Sara as a 'wife' for his son. The only way to do that is if Sara married Saud and died after it so he can take all her money. Since Sara is an only child with deceased parents, she is a wealthy twenty three year old. She has more money than she is supposed to have in her age. To be honest, I think she even has more than I do.

It's been four weeks and we still don't know what to do. I kept wondering if I should talk to Abdulrahman and see what's going on. He's leaving the house more than twice a day and doesn't come back only until after its midnight. He leaves early in the morning and comes back late at night. There are days where he comes and eats lunch with us, just to respect my father. He doesn't want to upset my father.

I got out my keys and went to the supermarket. I needed to buy some things because I'll be staying at the chalet in the next couple of days. Bnaider will always be my escape from the world and I really want to take a break for a while. Everything's getting hectic and I can't take it anymore. I've tried so hard to get her back but I'm failing to do so.

I bought some food and a couple of Coke glass bottles and put them in the basket. They've always tasted better than the tin ones. I went and got me some ice cream. I took everything that caught my eye.

I went to the cashier and took out my wallet from my back pocket. I noticed the cigarette packs on the counter. I was tempted to take a packet and smoke it all on my way to Bnaider, but my mind told me not to. I knew Sara would be angry if she knew I was back to smoking.

I went to my car and loaded all the bags in the back seat. I switched the car on and went back home to switch cars and get my duffel bag from my room.

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I walked up to my room and collected all of my things. I already told my mother that I was going to the chalet and she was fine with it. She told me to take care and to drive safely because there are a lot of crazy drivers on the long highways of Kuwait. 

I went down the stairs and got into my Raptor. I plugged my iPod into the aux and played some music. I read Du3a2 al rukoob and backed my car and went to the chalet.

I got into the chalet and threw my bags on the end of the stairs. I entered my bedroom and threw myself on the bed. I was just about to close my eyes when I got a call from an unknown number.

I wonder who would it be.

Sara's P.O.V:

I opened my eyes two hours ago. I've been counting the minutes but no one has checked up on me. I wasn't in a hospital, I was in the same exact room I was in before. How long was I in a coma? I know I was in one because I can feel it. I can feel all the things I've missed.

I can't move a thing in my body. I feel paralysed. The only thing that I can move is my finger. Two minutes later, a figure entered the room, giving me his back.

He approached me with a needle on his hand. Once he sat down on the stool next to the bed, he looked at me and realised that I was awake. His facial expressions changed from a neutral one, to a happier one. It's like he was pleased that I was awake.

He quickly got up from his seat and scurried to the door. He called for a person, who seems to be named "Bu s3oud"

A couple of seconds later an old man, probably in his late fifties, entered. The man with a needle in his hand stood next to him.

"She's awake," he said, "and healthier than before."

"I can see that," The old man said, with a smirk on his face. "Little Sara is awake."

"I just need to give her the insulin shots, and she's all yours," the man said.

He came next to me and injected it into my stomach. I can see a man, probably in his twenties, standing next to the door. He had the saddest eyes ever.

I winced in pain because the man purposely injected it hardly.

"Y-y-you d-didn't have t-t-to do t-that" I said.

"I wanted to," he said smirking. He got up, threw the needle and the mini bottle into the bin and left the room, closing the door behind him.

The old man approached me and sat on the stool next to me.

"So Sara, tell me about yourself," he said, with a smile.

"T-There's nothing much t-to say," I said. "I'm j-just a t-twenty t-three year old who's living a miserable life and has been kidnapped."

"Oh no, we didn't kidnap you! We just wanted you to marry my son, Saud," he said, pointing at the man with the sad eyes sitting in the back of the room.

"B-but I'm already married," I said, confused. 

"No, actually you are a divorced woman," he said, with a smirk.

He got up and whispered something to his son. He left the room and Saud was still sitting in the same place. I started to cry silently. I never thought that Fahad would actually do that without fighting for me.

He got up and sat on the stool next to me. I didn't even look at him because I didn't want to. I wished that Abdulrahman was here. I'd rather sit with him than spend time with this guy.

"Why are you crying," he asked, coldly.

I kept crying, this time, it was harder. He shook his head.

I kept crying for five minutes until he got a box of tissue and handed it to me.

"I can't move my body, it hurts" I said, crying.

He took a piece of tissue and wiped the tears that were on my face.

"Can you tell me why are you crying exactly?" he asked.

"What is there not to cry about? Do you know what I've been through? Do you know all the things I've done to people and how I was rewarded? I don't deserve all of this, I should be living a better life." I said.

"Trust me, you haven't been through half of what I've been through," he told me. "My father is forcing me to get married to you just so he can take your money. I love another person and I can't get married to her."

"Oh really? You call that going through a lot. You haven't heard my story." I told him

"Then let's here it," he said. "Prove to me that you've been through is more than what I've been through."

"It's a long story," I said.

"And I've got time," he told me.

"Well, here it goes.." I said, telling him my whole story.

I told him everything. Every single detail. From the day I was in an accident with my parents till this unfortunate day. How I've never gotten what I wanted. How my life was unfair. How I got divorced and my husband didn't even fight for me. How I was unlucky. How I've never had a happy point in my life.

"Turns out that you have been through more than what I have been through," he said, chuckling.

"Told you so," I said, smiling softly.

"So Abdulrahman is Mi7sen's brother and both of them love you?" he asked.

"Mi7sen and I were practically dating when we were in Paris studying but Abdulrahman was a brother to me, and he knew how I felt about him so I never really understood why he decided to tell me this," I said. I found a piece of chocolate on the counter next to me. I extended my arm slowly and grabbed it. I unwrapped it and ate it.

"But why would Abdulrahman bring you here if you know each other? What got him to turn on you?" he asked.

"I think you should ask him that question," I told him, looking at the ceiling.

"I think I can help you get out of this mess," Saud suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"I am willing to help you get away from this mess and go to Mi7sen. But if I do help you, you have to promise me that you won't come back to Kuwait a year after you run away." he said.

"Are you joking?" I said. "Why on earth would you want to help your enemy?"

"First of all, I'm not your enemy. Second of all, I want to get out of this mess more than you want to, so the only way I can if you no longer existed." he said.

"Well if you want to help me, let me call Mi7sen first." I said.

He got out his phone out and gave it to me. I thought he was just messing with me but it turns out that he actually wants to help me.8 I dialled in Mi7sen's number but he would answer. A couple of seconds later, just a second before I was going to hang up, I heard him say hello with his sleepy voice.

"Miss me?" I asked.

"SARA?" he sounded alarmed.

"Yes, the one and only," I said, laughing.

"HOW THE HECK ARE YOU CALLING ME? IS ABDULRAHMAN NEXT TO YOU?!" he said.

"Calm down, calm down, everything's okay. No, he isn't next to me but I really want to strangle that neck of his. I'm in a place I don't know where exactly. A guy named Saud is willing to help me and that is how I'm calling you right now," I said.

"Okay, can you tell me where you are? What are we going to do exactly," he asked.

"Im not really sure, I'll call you tomorrow morning to tell you the plan. I want you to tell Fahad because I think we'll be needing an extra pair of hands," I said.

"Uhm- Sara I don't know what to tell you," he said.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked. "Did anything happen to Fahad?"

"Fahad got married last week and he's in his honey moon," Mi7sen said.

MARRIED? Honeymoon?

"What do you mean he got married?" I asked.

"He got married to a woman and they're on their honeymoon right now in Bora Bora," he told me.

"BORA BORA? When I told him I wanted to go there for our honeymoon, he didn't even talk to me in a week," I said, breaking down.

"Shh Sara don't cry he isn't worth your tears," he told me.

"I'm not crying because of that, I'm crying because he left me while I was kidnapped do you know what that even feels like? T5ayal law we were married and you were kidnapped and we were divorced at that time and I get married the same second?" I said, crying.

"Sara, I didn't understand a thing you said, you were talking too fast. How about you lay down and relax and we can talk tomorrow morning," he said. "Don't forget to take your insulin"

"You still remember," I said, smiling.

"Of course I do. I was the one who used to call you every night in Paris to make sure you took them." he said, chuckling.

"Good night," I said.

"Sweet dreams," he replied. I could feel his smile from the other side of the phone.

I can't wait 'til I see that smile again.
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Lots of love, 
Reveur xxo

Winter Schemes 20

Short post but it's better than nothing!

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Mi7sen's P.O.V:

I went back home and greeted my mother with a kiss. She was drinking her tea and watching a Turkish TV series. I sat down next to her on the couch but she was too engrossed to the point where I know she'd try to shut me up if I talk to her. I got up and went to my room. On my way, I saw Abdulrahman in his room packing his things.

"Wain raye7?" I asked him.

"Uhm- barou7 shallaih rab3i" he said, hesitatingly.

"Tadri inna Sara w Fahad are divorced? " I asked as I paid close attention to his expression. I wanted to know what he was up to and why does he have Sara. I'm still not completely sure that he's the one who took her but I've got a feeling he is the one. But why on earth would he kidnap her?

"Laish they got divorced? Don't the like each other?" He asked, looking at me with an unreadable face.

"Madri bas sa2alt Fahad w gali inna it wasn't working out plus he told me that she still loves me," I told him. I can see his face turning into a reddish color. He was mad. But why should he be mad? He doesn't love her the way I do and she considers him as a brother and vice versa.

"Shloun et3aref Fahad?" he asked. Busted.

"Ma3aay bil gym," I lied. A white lie won't hurt that much, will it?

He looked at me not convinced at all. But he decided to drop it by shutting the door in my face. I shook my head and walked to my room. I threw my bag on the marble floor and laid down on my warm, very comfortable, bed.

I closed my eyes for a second and thought how Fahad was related to the kidnapping of Sara and how is Abdulrahman related too. I never thought 7amani would get into the same mess I got into.

He isn't like that, he's more innocent than I am. He's more of a mama's boy not the bad boy that every girl should stay away from. He was always the loved one in the family and he never got shouted at from my father. Well only after he pulled those pranks a couple of years ago, he got what he deserved.

I got out all of my stuff I have on Khalid and his son Saud. I knew where Sara is imprisoned now but I don't know exactly why they want her. It couldn't be possibly because they still want her to get married to Saud. I don't blame them for wanted her for their son. She's too beautiful for this world.

I packed all of my things I needed and headed to my car. I kissed my mother's forehead who was now talking to my Aunt on the phone, gossiping about last week's wedding and how beautiful the place was decorated.

I got into  my car and went to Fahad's house. In about twenty minutes, Sara's car was already under the shade and turned off. I found the door open so I let myself in and greeted Fahad who was sitting on the couch eating an apple.

"Did you find anything?" Fahad asked.

"Yes, a lot actually but I also got a glimpse of my brother today, he seems weird," I said, taking a seat in the nearest couch. My back is starting to ache and I really needed to lie down for a couple of minutes.

"Did you tell him anything? Perhaps ask him why did he kidnap Sara?" Fahad said, setting his piece of apple on the glass table. There were bits and pieces of torn paper on the floor.

"I'm still not sure Fahad if he was the one who kidnapped her. I just can't go up to him and literally ask him if he stole Sara or not, it's really not a normal thing to ask your brother if he stole someone," I told him.

"Well, if you won't ask him then I will," he said.

"No- No, just don't do that it'll be the most stupidest thing you'll ever do," I said. "I'll ask him, just give me some time"

"We don't have time, that's the problem. Sara might be dead now, we haven't heard anything from her. It's been two weeks since the last time I heard her voice and I'm getting a feeling that I won't hear it anytime soon if you sit their on the couch all day," Fahad complained.

"I'm trying to figure out a plan but you are disturbing me with every sound wave that has entered my ear" I told him.

He sat in his place in silence while I got up and took out all the information I've got on Khalid and Saud. They were two Mafia men in Kuwait who were known for their killings. They'd kill anyone who gets in their way, even if the person they killed was one of their loved ones. They have this motto that business is more important than anything and they'd always keep it first, before anyone. It's like being part of the mafia is their family.

I started to read all the paper's I've got. I highlighted the most important things. I wrote down everything that I had to know. I think I can get Sara out of this mess. I need Fahad's help in this plan because I can't do it alone. I'd get killed.

Sara's P.O.V:

I heard muffled voices all around me. I tried to open my eyes but nothing really happened. The only shade I could see was black. My back ached, I can feel my heart pumping blood, I can feel my stomach making weird noises. I can feel people all around me, hovering. I can feel a hand making it's way into my hand. It tightened its grip into mine and I knew who it was. Abdulrahman.

I wanted to open my eyes. I needed to open my eyes but I couldn't. I secretly know that being in a coma is the only way I could get out of this mess. I didn't want to return to misery I was in. It's better staying this way, knowing that nothing was going to bother me ever again and I'm not planning to return until I feel its time.

Fahad's P.O.V:

Mi7sen explained to me the whole plan. He wanted to get Sara back no matter what happens. He took out some blue prints of the house Sara was in. He told me which door should we enter first, the colour of the clothes we were supposed to wear. He told me every detail I needed to know about what we were going to do next week in order to get Sara back alive.

I just hope that we'll get out alive, too.

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Lots of love,
Reveur xo

What if?

I wrote this in my old blog a couple of month ago and I thought that I should re-post it here since I deleted the old blog. Tell me what you think!


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What if the cure for cancer is trapped inside the mind of someone who can’t afford an education? 


Haven't you ever wondered if there was an actual cure for cancer? Thousands of people die every year because of cancer. Children spent their childhood in hospitals instead of playgrounds. Teenagers spent their teenage years in hospitals instead of walking around the malls with their friends. Women spent their lives in the hospital instead of going to stores to buy a new pair of jeans. Men spent their lives in hospitals instead of taking their children to a baseball game. 


What if an un-educated girl or boy had the cure of cancer? Democratic Republic of the Congo, Liberia, Zimbabwe, Burundi, Eritrea, Central African Republic, Niger, Sierra Leone, Malawi, and Togo are the top ten poorest countries in the world. Ten countries with over five million people who can't afford an education. Every person in this world has the right to education. It isn't fair that certain children go to school and others don't. Every child should have the right to go to school and get proper education.


 A young boy, who is rich, goes to a school where he bribes his teachers to get higher grades. That same young boy grows up to be an engineer or just another accountant. A young boy who is poor and can't afford an education, lives off the few dollars his father earns in a day for his family that consists of five girls and five boys,  would turn out to be a biologist who studies the human body, cells, and so on and can find that one piece of information that can help in the search for the cure for cancer. What if that poor child was able to go to school and study all of the things normal people studied? What if that young boy was the cure for cancer?


Haven't you ever wondered what the reaction of a young girl would be if you told her that they've found the cure of cancer? Haven't you ever wondered what'd she do if she found out that she'll no longer be suffering from the pain of chemotherapy and radiotherapy? Haven't you wondered how wide her smile would be like? 


All I want to say is that people should start thanking God for the things God gave us and the state we're in. Many people don't have houses and can't find shelter. Many children live in tents instead of a huge mansion. Instead of drinking milkshakes, lattes, and hot chocolates, they're drinking out of a puddle of water on the ground. That puddle of water may carry diseases which would kill any person. A person dies every single day with different reasons. Everybody has a story of their own with a beginning and an ending. We all know what our beginning is, but do you know what our ending is?


People have to start realising that they might die any second now. Don't waste your time doing something that you'll regret later. You have to think before doing anything. You might decide to do your homework in school because you don't know how to do it then blame your teacher for not showing you how. It isn't the teacher's fault that you aren't paying attention in class. If you don't know how to answer a question, go back to your lesson and reread what's in it and at least try to answer some of the questions. If you don't know how to answer some of the questions, you could pay a visit to your teacher in your free time in school and ask him to explain that part only, not the whole lesson. You're not going to lose anything if you just try.

باسم الله الرحمن الرحيم  

{وَإِنَّ رَبَّكَ لَذُو فَضۡلٍ عَلَى ٱلنَّاسِ وَلَـٰكِنَّ أَڪۡثَرَهُمۡ لَا يَشۡكُرُونَ} (٧٣) (صورة النمل)

‪صدق الله العظيم

It was mentioned in the Holy Quran that God gave us everything we wanted. He gave us food, shelter, and minds to think with. However, many people don't thank God for the things he gives us. We need to thank God for everything he has given us because the state you are currently living in might be better than the people in Syria, Palestine, and Egypt. I hope one day everyone learns how to thank God and we can finally live in peace.

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Winter Schemes 19

For those who forgot, Mi7sen is in Dmitry's house with Fahad and he had a flashback. I didn't want you guys to get confused:p

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I kept waiting for her but she never came. It's 10 p.m. and she's still not home. I was hungry and I gave up on waiting for Sara. I know she wouldn't come. I went to a restaurant with a friend of mine. As I sat in my seat, I saw Sara with a couple of friends. I decided to text her. 

Hey, why aren't you home? It's late.

I saw her get her phone out of her bag. Her laugh faded away when she saw my text. I saw her while she typed.

Who's this?

Ma38oula she deleted my number? 

You deleted my number?

I asked her. She didn't reply. I looked at her from the other side of the restaurant while she put her phone in her bag. She excused herself and left the restaurant. I told my friend that I had to go and he was pretty mad because I had to leave. I promised him we'll catch up another day.

I walked out the restaurant and followed Sara home. She was walking with confidence and she wasn't the old Sara. This Sara is different. A group of drunk guys came up to her and started bothering her. I was about to beat them up when I was surprised that Sara kicked them both and they both fell into flour, wincing in pain. 

She continued her way and I was still walking behind her. Ten minutes later, we were in front of her apartment. When she got the keys out of her bag, her phone fell on the cold pavement. I picked it up and gave it to her. 

Her face got paler that it already was. Her mouth formed an O shape and she didn't speak a word. I wanted to hear her voice, the voice that made my ears dance with excitement. She didn't say a thing, not even a single hello. She just turned around and fumbled with the keys. A minute later, she opened the front door and entered and locked it behind her. It was a glass door and I could see her walk up to the stairs and sit on the first step. I stood outside in the cold, shivering. She had her head in between her tiny hands. 

"Let me in," I said, banging on the door. She was in the lobby of her apartment. On her left were the mailboxes and on her right was the empty concierge desk.

She got up and started to walk up the stairs. I banged harder until she stopped. She came back down and opened the door.

"Sara, I'm sorry for what I did last-" I said, but was cut off by her stunning words.

"Leave mi7sen, I don't want to ever see you again, and don't come back because I already love somebody else," she said and went upstairs to her apartment.

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"So, Mi7sen, please introduce me to this young fellow next to you," Dmitry said with a smile.

"This is Fahad, Sara's husband," I told him.

"Nice to meet you," Dmitry told Fahad with a smile on his face that was automatically fading once he saw the bracelet Fahad was wearing.

"Like wise," Fahad told Dmitry with a soft smile.

"You never told me that Sara was married," Dmitry said.

"Because she wasn't married at that time, but that's not the point. You have to help me get her back because you are the the only one who could help me," I told him.

"You are wrong my son, I'm not the only one in this room that can help you," Dmitry said, looking at Fahad with one eyebrow up. "That man knows where Sara is, but he doesn't know it yet."

"What do you mean?" Fahad asked Dmitry.

"Where did you get that bracelet? The one in your hand?" Dmitry asked Fahad.

"My brother gave it to me a year ago as a birthday gift. He told me that it meant a lot to him so he gave it to me," Fahad said, confused.

"Mi7sen, do you remember the man who knew Sara's father? The one who wanted Sara to marry his son?" Dmitry said, forgetting his name.

"Khalid?" Mis7en said.

"Yes, yes, Khalid. He's got Sara." Dmitry said. "I think he's planning on taking her for his son.

"But she can't marry him, she's already married to Fahad," Mi7sen said, banging the wooden desk with his clenched hand.

"Uhm- not anymore" Fahad said, hesitantly.

"What do you mean?" Mi7sen turned his head to Fahad.

"I signed the divorce papers yesterday. Sara's single." Fahad said.

"You boys got yourselves into big trouble. I think I can't help you this time Mi7sen, Khalid is a killer and he won't mind killing you both and killing Sara after his son gets bored with her." Dmitry said. "But I can tell you one thing, Khalid is expecting you two to come after him, and don't ask me how I know that."

Fahad's P.O.V:

I followed Mi7sen to his car. I feel like all of this is just a dream that I can't wake up from. I'm waiting for my alarm to ring so I can go to work but nothing was happening. I guess it isn't a dream after all.

I got into the car and started and Mi7sen rode next to me.

"Drop me off home," Mi7sen said.

"What about Sara? What are we going to do about her?" I asked.

"I'll come to you later today and discuss it with you," Mi7sen said.

"You don't have a car," I told him.

"I have Sara's car, I'll bring it back here," he said.

I opened up the radio and plugged my iPod to the aux. I played some of majeed's songs, Sara's favourite singer.

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Flashback

It was the second day of our honey moon. Sara was sleeping on the couch in the living room and I was laying on the bed. She wouldn't sit in the same room I was in and she wouldn't speak to me. I never talked to her except when we were kids.

I got up and took a quick shower. My mother called and asked me how my honeymoon was. My sister then called me. She loved Sara so much, they were practically best friends. She asked me if I could put Sara on the phone but I told her to call her on her on mobile instead. 

I sat on the counter facing Sara's back. She was so engrossed into the phone call that she didn't hear me walk in and sit on the stool.

"Umbaay Dalaaal ta5ayalay I saw an oscar de la renta dress ams ou 7ad'ha 7ilwaa it was silk ou its printed ou it goes with everything. I've even got the right pair of heels to match!" She told my sister.

"Eeee I saw that dress I bought it. 9ijj inna they're aren't any weddings in couple of few months bas the dress was so beautiful I couldn't not-buy it," she laughed. "eee I'll send a pic now let me try it on ou I'll take a pic 9aber I'm gonna put you on speaker"

She went and took out a big puffy dress and tried it on. Of course I looked away. She still didn't realise I was sitting on the stool.

She looked beautiful in the dress. With a messy bun and no makeup on, she is still beautiful. Wait, Fahad what are you saying? You can't love her. You can't think she's beautiful. After all, I'm planning on divorcing her in two years tops.

She took a picture of herself and sent it to Dalal.

"YAL KALBAA SHAKLECH 7AIL ESHAAWEG!" Dalal screamed into the phone.

"Dalal tara mu lazem et9ar5een tara Sara tegdar tesme3ech" I chuckled.

Sara turned around and saw me sitting on the stool. She quickly took her clothes and went to the bathroom and shut the doors behind her.

I ate an apple and got out the clothes I was going to wear today. I actually ironed them and hanged them in the closet. I took a shower and wore my clothes. 

I went out to the living room and saw Sara applying makeup. 

"Wain betrou7een?" I asked.

"It's not like you care," she told me.

Exactly. Why do I care?

"La bas 3alashan etha uboy edig 3alai, a3aref shino agoula" I said.

"Ba6la3 with a friend of mine for breakfast," she told me. She grabbed her bag and left.

I was walking behind her. She met a man who looked about her age and hugged him. She went into the restaurant and sat on the table.

Seriously Sara? You're married and you go hug a man? I didn't think you'd actually be one of those girls.

A couple of days went by and we were now in Maldives. Sara was forced to sleep next to me because there wasn't any extra beds nor a sofa since it was a honeymoon suit plus all the other rooms were occupied.

Until one day I found her laying on the sand in her swimsuit crying. 

"Why are you crying?" I asked her. I haven't heard her voice in a week.

"Why do you even care?" She asked, sniffing.

"Because I do," I told her.

"No you don't, you just want to find a reason to laugh at me," she told me.

"No I do care," I told her.

"No you DONT! Don't look at me that way. Don't look at me with pity in your eyes. You ruined my whole life. I was forced into marrying the person I don't even like a bit. I'm forced to live with you my whole life. I was supposed to have a future but you ruined it. I want to have children with a man I love not you. I was supposed to marry someone who loves me who loves my flaws who loves me for who I am and here I am in the place I wanted my honeymoon to be in with the wrong man. I wish I ran away the minute I knew I was going to marry you," She told me.

"Ullaa ulla tara ana ma sawaitlich shay! Laish chithii tekreheeni?" I asked.

"L2anek 5arabt 7ayatee" she told me, look up at me.

"Wa 3asa takrahuu shay2 wahuwa 5air lakum" I told her. 

We sat there in silence.

"Let's make a deal." I told her. "Let's try to love each other. Let's make this work. We are married so anything we do is okay. You can take your time we don't have to rush anything."

"Okay, but you can't force me to do anything," she told me.

"Deal." I told her. "You know, there are perks for loving me," I smirked at her.

"Oh yeah?" she told me. "What are they?" 

I got on top of her and started tickling her. She started to laugh so hardly and begged me to stop.

That was the moment I fell in love with Sara.

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A lot of people wanted Sara and Fahad and this was the only way I could do it. I promise you, no more flashbacks about silly things:p

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Winter Schemes 18

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Sara's P.O.V:

It's been five days and Im in the same bed I've been in. I only eat the food I have and I'm trying not to finish what I have because I know no one is going to give me any food because no one has checked up on me.

My body started to ache and I started to feel dizzy this morning. I didn't find any of my insulin which means I can die any minute now because those insulin bottles are what are keeping me alive.

I got up and ate another piece of Sara Lee cake. I drank my last bottle of orange juice and laid back down on the bed. I started to stare at the ceiling not knowing what to do.

A couple of seconds later, I heard a couple of murmurs from outside the door. I got up slowly and made my way to the door silently. I tried to listen to what they were saying but the sound was muffled.

I started to pace around the room. I waited and waited but still nothing changed. They were still talking. I walked over to the door and started banging on it.

"What?!" An unfamiliar voice said opening the door.

"May I know why you people kidnapped me?" I asked.

"Shfeech entay mat3arfeen eta7achain 3arabi? 9ij rabya ib dawla ajnabiya" the same man laughed and looked over his friend who joined in his laughter.

"Enzain ana laish hnii? Wain abdulrahman?" I asked, looking behind the two guys but couldn't find anything.

"Abdulrahman mu mawjood, ou entay hnii l2ana e7na nabeech hni" he replied.

"Abi akalem-" I said but I stopped because I got dizzy.

I tried to grab anything next to me but there wasn't anything so I lost my balanced and fell. I felt two arms grabbing me from the waist but I couldn't figure out who those two arms belong to.

Mi7sen's P.O.V:

I explained to Fahad how to get to Dmitry's place. Dmitry is the russian guy who I used to work for before I met Sara. None of my family know about him and that I used to work for him. I needed money when I started University and the only way I could get it was if I worked for Dmitry. I only had to deliver some boxes to places without getting caught. Every box was worth ten thousand Kuwaiti Dinars.

I later then knew that Dmitry knew Sara's father and they were enemies. Dmitry was the head and Nikita was his partner. They worked together for about twenty years however Dmitry had more power than Nikita. The third russian was Sergei. They never really liked him but they had no choice since he was a billionaire, and they loved money.

We got to Dmitry's mansion in thirty minutes. We got pass his security guards, thanks to me, and parked Fahad's Range Rover in Dmitry's garage. The garage was filled with fancy cars from a silver Aston Martin one-77 to matte black Bugatti Veyron.

We got out and went to the lift. I knew the way to Dmitry's house so I know exactly where to go. Two security guards followed us while we roamed the house just to make sure we don't do anything stupid. I was standing in front of Dmitry's office. I knocked the door twice and got in, followed by Fahad.

"Well well well, look who's standing in front of me" Dmitry laughed and stood up. "it's nice to see you again." He said and shook my hand. "What brings you here son?"

"Dmitry, you look younger than the last time I saw you!" I played back. "How much did it took you to cover up that ugly scar that was across your cheek?"

"Faster than it took you to tell your crush you loved her," he said. "Do you guys still love eachother?" he added. "What was her name? Sara is it?"

"Yes, Dmitry, her name is Sara," I said, getting to the point. "I want you to help me get her back,"

"Sit, please" Dmitry said with his thick Russian accent. "What do you mean get her back? Where is she?"

"She was kidnapped a couple of days ago and I really want her back" I said.

"Why should I help you?" Dmitry said. "the last time you helped me, you got caught and I lost over ten thousand dollars."

"Oh so that was what was in the boxes I delivered?" I said, with a smirk.

"Trust me, it was more than that" Dmitry said, taking out his cigar from it's wooden box and lit it up. "Want one?"

"No thanks, I do not smoke" I told him.

"You used to smoke two whole packets a day when I met you" Dmitry said, laughing. "What changed you?"

"Sara, she turned my whole life around" I told him, with an image of her in my head. I remembered how she hated the fact that I smoke.

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Flashback

I was waiting in front of Sara's University. The sun was set an hour ago and the skies got darker. The moon lit up the whole place and made everything brighter. I leaned back on my car with a cigarette between my lips. It was spring and I wore my denim jeans and a Dolce & Gabbana t-shirt with a picture of Al Pacino on it. The Godfather is and will always be one of my favourite movies.

I saw a beautiful woman walking my way with a big grin on her face. She was wearing her dress that was just below her knees and sandals with a handbag hanged on her neck and a scarf around her neck. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun and a couple of strands fell out from the sides.

She had no make up on. Well, she outlined her water line with a pencil liner and had a natural-colored lipstick on. She wore the bracelet I got her last week for her birthday.

"Mi7sen Mi7sen guess what!" she said as she stood in front of me on her tip toes. She was still grinning and she wouldn't stop.

"What?" I said, chuckling at her behaviour.

"I passed my midterm and I got an A-" she said, hugging me. "I'm finally done with this subject!"

I hugged her small body back and kissed the crown of her head.

"Wait, didn't you tell me that our relationship has boundaries and I'm not supposed to 'touch' you?" I said, chuckling.

"Technically, I only hugged you and you're the one who kissed me," she said, punching my stomach playfully.

"and it will be the last time because I know you well and I know you regret hugging me because you 'weren't raised like this'," I told her.

I opened the door for her and she entered. I went to the other side and got into the car and started it.

My cigarette was still between my teeth and I kept smoking the whole time. I noticed that Sara covered her nose with her scarf and looked the other way. I saw her eyes and I could tell she was frowning.

"Sara?" I said. She didn't answer me. 

"Sara?" I said, again. It's probably because I'm smoking in front of her.

"Stop the car I need to go to buy something," she said, gathering her things.

"I'll come with you, I don't have anything to do. I cleared my schedule today so I can spend the whole day with you," I told her.

"No," she said. "I want to go alone," 

I stopped the car but kept it locked.

"Open the doors," she whispered.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong" I told her. I knew that she was bothered with me smoking, I just wanted her to say it out loud.

"Nothing's wrong," she said. "I just forgot to do some things and I don't have time so may you please open the door?" 

I stayed there and kept staring at her. She looked the other way, but this time her scarf wasn't around her nose and mouth. I took another puff and blew it on her face.

Her emotions changed and her face turned red.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" she shouted. "I don't stand that thing you have dangling between your lips. I do not want to talk to you from now on and if you want to talk to me, you better get rid of all your cigarettes and stop smoking because if you don't, then sorry Mi7sen, but we will be over"

I unlocked the door and she walked away from the car. I couldn't leave her to walk alone back to her apartment so I parked my car in the first parking spot I got and followed her.

I was about ten meters behind her. She was scared from the streets at night. Every time someone got near her, she would jump back and shake her head. Typical scaredy-cat Sara.

To my surprise, I saw her stop and talk to a guy. Her grin was back on her pretty face and he was smiling too. I got closer and tried to ease drop on their conversation.

"Sara, what are you doing here walking alone in the streets at night?" Mystery guy asked.

"I'm on my way home," she replied.

"You just texted me and told me that Mi7sen was dropping you off home," Mystery guy said.

Oh look, he knows my name...

"Yeah but we had a stupid fight and I think everything's going to get better tomorrow," she said. "Wait, when did you get here! You didn't tell me you're coming to visit!" 

"I just got here an hour ago," he said. "Since Mi7sen and you are currently not talking to each other, this means I get to have you all alone tonight"

"Yes you do, I'm all yours S3oud, I'm all your's for the night" she said, laughing. "Where do you wanna go?"

*S3oud is Sara's brother for those who forgot, read the last part of Winter Schemes 13 and the first part of Winter Schemes 14 so you know exactly who he is just to refresh your memory*

He had his arms around her and she leaned on him while they walked back. I stopped and stared at them until they were no longer visible. I walked back to my car and went back home. I was so furious because Sara was seeing another guy behind my back.

I decided that I should ignore Sara the whole week until she decides to tell me the truth.

Its been a week and I still didn't talk to Sara. I smoked triple the packets I used to smoke. I wanted to make her jealous in a way but I didn't know what to do or how to do it.

Another week passed and I ignored every call and text from Sara. I didn't want to talk to her. One day, I was walking back home from the super market with a friend of mine from University. She was a family friend and I've known her for a long time.

I saw Sara walking with the same guy. She saw me from afar and walked faster in my direction.

"Why weren't you answering any of my calls and text?" she asked. Mystery guy kept his distance.

"Why should I? We're over Sara," I told her and grabbed my friend's hands just to make her feel the same way she made me feel. 

I continued walking and heard Sara crying in the same time. I looked back and saw her crying in his arms. She even hugs him in front of me. 

My friend actually shouted at me for leaving Sara. She told me that Sara was the best thing that ever happened to me and I shouldn't have let her go. She even stopped talking to me and she refused to talk to me unless I get back with Sara.

It's been three months and I haven't seen Sara since that day. I erased her number from my mobile and never talked to her. 

One day I was walking back home and someone grabbed me and pinned me to the wall. It was the guy Sara was with.

"Why the hell did you break up with Sara? You knew that she wanted the best for you and she wanted you to quit smoking because it wasn't good for your health so you picked cigarettes over Sara?" he said. "and you even had a new girlfriend the second you broke up with her?"

"I broke up with her because she was with you man, she hugged you and she grabbed your hand when you walked her back home and you spent the night at her apartment, I didn't pick cigarettes over her, she did this to herself by sneaking behind my back with another man," I pushed him off.

"Wait, you thought I was with her the whole time you guys were dating?" he said, smiling.

"Yeah, what are you smiling about?" I told him, annoyed.

"Just for your information, Sara's my sister, so it isn't wrong to sleep at my sister's apartment while I find one for myself," he said.

"W-what?" I asked, surprised.

"Man, you made the worst mistake ever," he said and walked away.

I had to find Sara but I didn't know how. I kept calling her but she never answered. I knew her number by heart so it didn't really matter if it was saved in my phone or not. 

I went to her apartment and rang her doorbell but no one answered. Where could she be at this time of day? Is something wrong with her? I asked myself.

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To be continued

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