Winter Schemes 17

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Sara's P.O.V:

I was sitting on a bed, with a mattress this time. I couldn't move my body and opening my eyes felt like I was lifting a whole box filled with millions of books in them. I opened my eyes only to find 7amani sitting next to me reading a book.

"Abd-Abdulrahman, w-w-why are y-you d-doing this to m-me" I barely said.

He kept quiet and started eyeing me. He had dark brown eyes, unlike his brother Mi7sen who had beautiful green eyes with a bit of hazel in the middle. His lashes were so thick. It's like he had eyeliner on his waterline, but he didn't. He continued reading his book, silently.

"Abdulrah--maaan" I said, again.

"If I can't have you Sara, then no one can" he said getting up. "I loved you Sara and the day I wanted to introduce you to my brother as my future wife you tell me that you're in to him?" His voice croaked. "I've never felt that way towards any girl but you"

I felt the sadness in his voice. His eyes had bags under them, like he did not sleep for ages. How stupid was I back then, not knowing that Abdulrahman loved me from the beginning.

"I could never love you Abdulrahman and you know that" I said. "You knew that my relationship with you was no more than a brother-sister relationship but years later you come to me saying that you love me? No Abdulrahman, you think you loved me. You know I couldn't be yours. You know that but you ignored it. You're so heartless" I said. "I hate you so much Abdulrahman. Out of all the people in this world, I never thought that you'd do such a thing to your best friend. Your best friend."

Abdulrahman turned around and headed to the door and left me here in this empty room alone. I think it was time to take my insulin shots but I couldn't find them anywhere.

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Mi7sen's P.O.V:

"Oh my god" we both said together.

"and I thought FRI were initials" Fahad said.

We started at the two bracelets in my hand.

"Do you know who this bracelet belongs to?" he asked. I didn't want to tell him that my brother was the one who kidnapped Sara because he is my brother and I love him.

"No I don't, do you mind if I use the bathroom?" I asked.

"Yeah sure, it's just down the hall," he replied.

I went in and took my headphones out of my back pocket.

I played the video again and tried to hear what Sara was saying.

"7amaniii please make him stooppp it huur- AHHH" she screamed.

I'm going to kill my brother.

Five days later. . .

I woke up today with a feeling inside of me that I couldn't understand. I had mixed emotions about this day. I think I'll be hearing both good and bad news today.

I went to my bathroom and took a quick shower. Abdulrahman started to get home late these days, I cant talk to him because I never get to see him; it's like he's avoiding me. I wonder what his winter scheme for this year. See, every time in winter, Abdulrahman plans something and we all get devastated. Last year, he planned a trip to Fiji for us and my mother got really happy. The year before, he took off without saying goodbye in his winter break for a whole month and he never told us where he went. We didn't contact him in that month; he'd either ignore or have his phone switched off. Two years before that, he spray-painted my father's Phantom neon pink and spray painted my mother's Bentley Continental GT a neon orange. They go so mad that they took his car away and they actually grounded him. They didn't let him leave the house for I think two or three months and he had to tell his boss that he was grounded. I also told his friends that he was grounded which was the best thing ever. I think my baby brother is a messed up kid stuck in a man's body. He's probably adopted. I think his winter scheme is kidnapping Sara.

I got out my jeans and matched them with my plain white tee and wore my Nike sneakers. I got my black Homies hoodie and wore it over my shirt. I tied my shoe laces and got out of the room. It was 6 a.m and both my parents were on the dining table eating their breakfast.

"9aba7 il5air yuba" I said kissing the crown of my father's head. I headed over to my mother and kissed the crown of her head too. "9aba7 il5air um Mi7sen"

My mother had a smile on her face while she drank her milk with tea.

"9aba7 ilnour Mi7sen, shlounik yuba mi5tefee hal ayam! Ma gemna nshoufek!" his father chuckled.

"Ee yuba tadre iny ma5eth ejaza fa gemt a6la3 wayed ma3a il rabe3 ou il9ara7a mabi ag3ad ib hal bait l2ani 3ayesh feeh 6oul 3omri ou dam inni ma5eth ejaza, 8arart inny awanes 3omri shwaya" I said.

My mother sensed that something was wrong. She had a look on her face and her left brow was rising up.

"Ee ma3alaih estanis ib kil degeega 3indik" Bu Mi7sen said and continue reading his newspaper.

"Mi7sen 7abibi wain ray7 al7een? ilsa3a 6 il9ub7!" my mother said, stopping me from walking any further.

"Barou7 ilnadi embacher l2ana itha re7t il3a9er aw belail, ekoun wayed za7ma ou t3arfeeni iny ma7eb ag3ad ib mukan za7ma" I said, hesitating a bit. "Karsheti kabra"

"Bitrou7 ib jeans?" She asked.

"Ohh shakli nesait jan6eti foug! Mashkoura thakarteni chan metwahig al7een!" I said, running back to my room. That was close.

I went into my room and took out my small backpack. I added all the things I needed for the gym so my mother won't suspect a thing.

I went downstairs and ran for the door so I can avoid any questions from both my parents. I heard my mother whisper something to my father but I couldn't figure out what she said. Abdulrahman's car was gone. I wonder where he would be in this time.

I got into my Mercedes Benz SLS, Sara's favourite car. It was fully tinted and and it was matte black with black rims. The interior was black with red leather seats.

I went to Fahad's house and rang the door bell. Two minutes later, a sleepy man with messy hair and wearing his Mario boxers and a plain white tee.

"Shtabi yaay mbacher?" he asked, leading me in.

"Its 6 am! We are supposed to go to the people who are going to find Sara and make the real deal," I told him getting in.

"Enzain ana raye7 bakhethli shower 3al saree3 ou enshalla anzel" Fahad said, running up the stairs.

I started to walk around the living room. I saw all the picture of Sara when she was a kid, a teenager, and a woman. There was one picture that was on a frame on the table. I remember that picture, it was the one I took of Sara when we celebrated her birthday in Paris. I took the picture out of the frame and read what I've written in the back.

Dear Sara,

Kel 3am wintay ib alf alf alf khair. Allah y7af'6ech w e5aleech lyy. I hope you enjoyed your birthday surprise ya a7la Sara;* 

Yours,
Mi7sen

Fahad's P.O.V:

He took the picture and folded it into his pocket. He sensed someone behind him so he turned around and found me staring at him.

"Shino maktoob bil 9oura?" I asked.

"Maku shay maktoob" he replied

"3ayal laish ga3d tebtesem winta tshouf il9oura min wara? ou laish ma5eth il9oura?" I asked, angry.

"Laish elebtesama 7araam? may9eer ilwa7ed yebtesem?" he asked.

I took the photo as fast as I can and started to read what was written. My facial expressions started to change.

"Esma3ni 3adel, when I get Sara back, I don't want you to even talk to Sara. I don't want you looking at her. I don't want you to even get close to her" I said. I was about to rip the picture but Mi7sen snatched it from my hands.

"You can't tell me what I can and can't do. You can't tell me to stop talking to Sara because the first chance I'd get to talk to her, I'll have a never-ending conversation with her. I'll ask her about everything she's done in the past year and whats new in her life. Even if she isn't mine, I'll still love her and she'll still love me" he told me, folding the photo back into his pocket.

"Oh really? She still loves you? Then why did she get pregnant a year ago? The second we got married, she got pregnant" I said, smirking. I wanted to piss him off a bit.

He got angry and his hands clenched.

"Trust me, she still loves me" he said. "She still has this photo I took of her. She still has all the books that I bought her. She still wears the necklace I got her, she still wears the Cartier love bracelet I got her. It has both our names engraved in it. She kept things that reminded her of me"

"That doesn't mean she loves you" I said. "Anything you just mention can be thrown away at any time"

"Did you talk about baby names?" he said.

"Ee we did and she told me that if it was a girl, she wanted to name her Noura, and if it is a boy we were going to name him-"
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Flashback...

I went upstairs after watching the sports podcast on my laptop. I already read all the newspapers since it was 5 in the morning.

I went upstairs and found Sara cris-crossed on the bed wearing her PJ pants and a tank top.

"9ar 3endich karsha" I said, laughing.

"Haaay that's not true! I'm still 3 weeks pregnant so that means that I shouldn't have a big tummy!" she protested while I wore my PJ's and got into bed. 

She got up and snuggled next to me. I was laying down with one of my hands supporting my head and the other around Sara where she placed her head on my chest.

"Enzain ma gelteeli, shino tabeen etsameen ilbaby?" I asked.

"Ethaa kanat bint, abi -pause- Noura" she smiled.

"Ou etha walad" I asked.

"Mi7sen bedoon tafkeeer" she said, grinning.

"Shme3na mi7sen?" I asked. "Ebtesamtich shaaga wayhich"

"l2ani a7eb mi7sen" she said.

"T7ebeen mi7sen wila t7ebeen el esem Mi7sen?" I asked.

Her facial expressions changed.

"Tara a6afrech adri inna t7ebeeni ana w bas" I told her laughing.

Her smile crept back on her face and she shut her eyes.

"bas gooleli laish t7ebeen ilesem?" I asked.

"le2ani a7eba" she said while her eyes still closed.

"shkether t7ebeena" I chuckled softly.

"أحبه كثر ما هل دمعي على فرقاه" she said, slowly going to sleep with 
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I got angry and pinned Mi7sen to the wall.

"Told you that she still loves me," he smirked. "you can't get rid of your son who's supposed to be named after me"

I let go of him and went outside and into my car. I'll show him that Sara still loves me. I waited in the car and saw him in the mirror. He got out a large bag that was filled with things. He came to my car and threw the bag in the trunk and got in and sat next to me.

"What's in the bag" I asked.

"Guns" he said.

"WHAT?" I said.

"Guns" he replied.

"Why the hell do we need guns for?" I asked.

"Because I purposely forgot to tell you that the people who are going to help me hate me as much as they hate Sara's father" he said.

"Then why are they helping us?" I asked.

"Because we made a deal and they need to help me get Sara back in exchange for something valuable we both have that they want," he said.

"And what exactly is that valuable thing we both have?" I asked.

"I still don't know yet. That is what I'm trying to figure out" he said.
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Winter Schemes 16

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Sara's P.O.V:

"Why the hell did you kidnap me?" I asked.

He stood there and didn't say a thing.

"7AMANI WHY DID YOU KIDNAP ME" I told him. It's actually kind of funny being kidnaped by your best friend.

"DON'T CALL ME 7AMANI AND STAND UP WHEN YOU TALK TO ME" he said, grabbing my arm harshly and pulling me up.

"You're going to do exactly what I tell you to," he said. I wonder what's wrong with him. I've never seen him this angry before.

"Abdulrahman why are you doing this to me? I just left Fahad and I want to be free and you come and kidnap me? Can't you guys give me a break?" I asked. "Can't a woman live her life in peace?"

"I didn't give you permission to speak, did I?" He stated.

I kept quiet. He left the room and locked the door behind him. I sat in the same place for the next couple of hours.

Fahad's P.O.V:

Sara got away this time. I wonder what she's up to. I went back home and decided to take a small nap on the living room couch. A couple of hours later I heard the bell ringing outside and a person banging on the door. I got up and found a man standing on the front door. I opened the door and was surprised that the person came into the house and pinned me to the wall.

"WHERE THE HELL IS SARA" he shouted.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU" I shouted back.

"If you don't tell me where the hell Sara is or you'll regret the day you married her" he said.

"At least can we figure things out like actual men?" I asked. "Let's go to the living room"

He wasn't sure that he could trust me or not, but he didn't have a choice so he followed me to the living room. I actually wasn't comfortable in inviting a stranger in my house. Sara's house, actually.

"Can you tell me who you are first?" I asked.

"My name's mi7sen. I'm not sure if you know me" he said.

"Trust me, I know you well enough. What you did to Sara last month wasn't easy for her. She kept crying all night I could listen her crying a room away." I told him.

"What do you mean what I did last month? I left three months ago and got back ten days ago. There was no way I could've talked to her. Except on Instagram I mentioned her one time" he told me.

"Wait, I listened to your conversation last month. You had a new girlfriend named Sara and she looked like my Sara a lot. You fought and you wanted her out of your life. You told her that you were engaged to the other Sara?" I told Mi7sen.

"I never told her that. The other girl who looks like Sara isn't named Sara. Her name is Nouf and she is technically my best friend/sister. She's even married you fool. She even knows Sara because I always talk about her" he said. "I left my kuwaiti mobile in Kuwait when I traveled. So there was no way Sara called me. And for your record, she's my Sara not yours"

"No your brother told us that you were in Kuwait and he gave us your new number, and Sara is mine because who's the one who married her at the end?" I said, chuckling. He says Sara is his. Yeah right. He had an annoyed face.

"I never got a new number" he said.

"Then who talked to Sara on the phone and why was his voice a lot like yours?" I asked, puzzled.

"I came here to tell you that Sara's been kidnaped" he told me.

"What the-" I said. "How'd you know that?"

"Well she texted me that she was being followed by people and she's scared, the next thing I know I find her car in front of my house with the trunk open and the door open, too. So that means that the person who kidnaped her did it in front of my house." he told me. "So I guess Sara has a thing for me because who did she text first? I don't see your phone beeping with a text from Sara"

He had a smirk on his face. I'm so close to punching this guy in the face. SHE'S MY SARA.

"How the hell will we find her now?" I asked, puzzled.

"Well I have connections with some people and they kind of owe me for a thing I did to them back then," mi7sen said, chuckling. "But I have to call them first"

I sat there while mi7sen had his phone call. My head started to ache and I can feel my heart pump through the veins around my head. If I treated Sara right this would never happen. She wouldn't try to kill herself. She would live a happy life with me. The worst part was that I don't think she could love me the same way she loved Mi7sen. Or does she still love him? Why didn't I just forgive Sara when I could?

I started pacing back and forth. Mi7sen was in a deep discussion with the person in the other line. I think he's even talking Russian. Weird.

I got out a bottle of water out of the fridge and gulped the cold liquid down my throat. Mi7sen came back to me with a reassuring smile on his face.

"They'll do the job for me" he said, hesitantly.

I smiled back and threw myself on the couch.

"I found this on the floor outside her car," he said. "Do you think it's going to help?"

He got out a bracelet which had the letters "F" "R" "I" on them. It was navy blue and cotton.

"Fri?" I asked, studying the bracelet. "What does that even mean?"

"I dont know but I'm sure I've seen it before, I just can't figure out where" he said.

"Well I guess we have to hold onto it until we find out what it means" I told Mi7sen who was busy texting on his phone.

I went upstairs and got into Sara's room. I sat on her bed and started into space. I wish Sara was with me now. I really want her to come back. I can't sleep tonight knowing that she might be in a place with men all around her. Maybe they're going to beat her up. Maybe they're going to starve her to death. She's weak and she can't stand a lot. I just hope that she has her insulin shots with her.

I looked at the drawer that was half opened. I walked to it and started to rummage through the things. I took out the things and threw them out on the floor until it was empty. I swear I saw that bracelet from somewhere, but I couldn't figure out where.

I went back stairs and found Mi7sen laying down on the couch ready to fall asleep any second now.

Sara's P.O.V:

It was already night and I started to get bored. I took out a small piece of cake and ate it so I can take my insulin. I munched on my chocolate-flavored pound cake while I thought why would Abdulrahman do this to me, kidnap me without a reason.

I swallowed the last bite and went to my bag and took out my mini insulin bottle. I took out the liquid from the bottle and into my injection. As I inserted the insulin on my arm, someone opens the door quickly.

"What the hell are you doing? Are those drugs?" he asked. That's the other man with Abdulrahman.

"Those are my insulin shots you dimwit," I told him and took out my insulin from my arm.

He came over to me and yanked me from my hair. Great, that's what I need. He threw me on the mattress-less bed which hurt my shoulder quite bad and I winced in pain. I think I dislocated my shoulder.

He then threw me back on the floor, shaking his mindless head. He held my dislocated arm and took his converse off. He put his foot on my underarms and pulled my hand quickly so he can put my arm back in the same place.

I started crying uncontrollably. It hurt badly and I felt the pain all over my body. I prayed more and more in my head, wanting a miracle to happen so I can get out of the misery I'm in. I think my prayers were answered at that moment because I saw Abdulrahman injecting something in my bloodstream and I started to get dizzy.

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Mi7sen's P.O.V:

I'm going to kill the people who did this to Sara. She doesn't deserve this. I was laying down in the couch and started to think who would probably take Sara away from me. And why didn't Abdulrahman tell me that Sara called and who the hell did Sara talk to who had the same voice as mine?

I got up and started to pace back and forth. My phone beeped in my pocket. I received a message from an unknown number with a file attached to the same text. I played the attachment which seemed to be a video.

I saw Sara with a dislocated shoulder and crying her arms out. I saw a man who threw her on the floor and relocated it. She was crying miserably and she mumbled a name. I didn't hear it clearly and I continued the video. A man then came and gave her a shot which made her dizzy.

I ran to Fahad who was sound asleep on the couch.

"Fahaaad goum shouf il video ily m6arsheena lyy" I said, shaking his body.

He got up with one eye closed and saw the video. I saw his jaw clench and his fists hitting the table.

"I SWEAR I'M GOING TO KILL THESE *****" he said.

Fahad went upstairs and went into what I guessed was Sara's room. A couple of minutes later he came down with something in his hands.

"Can I see the bracelet you have?" he asked me.

"Yes" I said, handing it to him."

We both looked at the two bracelets on Fahad's hands.

"Oh my god" we both said together.
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Lots of love, 
Reveur xxo

Winter Schemes 15

This post is unbelievably long (well to me it is because this week has been a hectic week for me and I barely had time to to type a chapter) and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it x

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Sara's P.O.V:

I woke up from the best dream ever. I wished for a second that I never woke up. It's been two days I was discharged from the hospital. I'm currently not talking to Fahad. I'm not planning to talk to him any soon. My back ached; I really wanted to get out of this bed. I got up slowly and went to the bathroom. I took a shower while I sat on the plastic chair Fahad bought me the other day. I get quite dizzy if I stood for a long time. I washed my hair with my lavender shampoo and scrubbed my body with my strawberry-scented body wash.

I got out of the shower and dried myself and held  my hair in a high bun. A few strands of hair were cut loose of my pony tail because it was too short. Luckily, it grew a few centimetres but you wouldn't notice it. I wore my clothes and went downstairs in the elevator and went into the kitchen and fixed me my every day breakfast. Fahad was sitting in the living room watching sports news and a newspaper in his hand.

I didn't have any energy in my body to make something hard so I ended up getting cereal out of the cabinet and cold milk out of the fridge. I got me some store-bought orange juice and poured it in my glass. I sat on the stool and started eating my breakfast. Half an hour later, I had to take my insulin so I got it out of my pocket and injected it in my arm. I closed my eyes hardly once the needle made its way through my soft, delicate skin. I inserted the insulin and pulled the needle out slowly.

I placed my plates in the sink and went over and sat on the couch. I laid there and covered myself with my blanket. Fahad got up and took his things with him and took off. I stared at the ceiling, not knowing what to do. I got up and went to take the remote from the table. I sat back down on the couch and started flipping channels. The way I was sitting was so uncomfortable so I decided to lay back down. I accidentally pressed a wrong button on the remote, but what surprised me was what I saw on the TV screen.

I saw footage of every corner in the house. I found out that Fahad installed some security cameras around the house. I saw every mini screen and studied exactly where he placed them. I found one mini screen that had a footage of the inner garage in the basement of the house. I never really thought about going there. I saw my Aston Martin in the background and got the perfect idea.

It was time that I escape the life I was living in. I no longer feel safe in my own house. So why should I continue living in it?

I went upstairs and got out two aspirins and drank them quickly with my water. It would help the pain I was in. I stuffed the most important stuff I needed in my bag and took everything with me. I kept a note in my bed for Fahad to read.

Dear Fahad,

I'm fed up from you. I'm not coming back and I want a divorce. I'll get you to agree on divorcing me one way or another. Let's just do this the easy way so everything can be dealt with easily. 

NOT yours, 
Sara.

I searched for my car keys for about 10 minutes until I found them in my drawer. I went downstairs with my things and got into the garage. I broke the camera so Fahad won't know the licence plate of my car and the color since it was covered. However he'd know that it was an Aston Martin Rapide because the cover had the name of the car stitched on it. Every Aston comes with a car cover with its' name finely stitched on it.

I threw my bag in the trunk of the car and once I sat on the seat, I remembered my insulin. I ran quickly upstairs and took all of the insulin from the refrigerator and threw them in a big backpack. There were more than sixty bottles which was great.

I ran back downstairs and got into the car. I opened up the garage and started the car. I drove slowly and once I was out, I saw Fahad's car thirty meters away. I sped away and noticed that Fahad was chasing me. I sped up a bit and he was only a meter away. He was trying to stop me but he wont this time. Once I got out on the freeway, I sped up insanely and hoped that Fahad was behind. My car was a lot faster than his and there is no way he'd be able to catch me. I kept going faster and I felt the adrenaline rush.

Ten minutes later, Fahad was still on my tail and I got tired. I sped up more and I was driving at a 180km/hr, the fastest I ever went, until I lost Fahad. I was really glad that I couldn't see his car. I don't know what I'd do if he caught me.

I noticed a black SUV ten meters away. It was completely tinted and was moving slowly. I got creeped out for a second so I exited the freeway and went to the nearest co-op. It really looked suspicious, just like the ones you'd see in a movie or show. I entered the place with only my wallet in my hands. I noticed a man in a hoodie with his head covered behind me. I slowly turned around and he looked the opposite way as fast as he could so I wouldn't know what he looked like. The only thing I caught was a small scar on his jawline. I knew that scar, but I couldn't figure out on who I saw it on because I was too busy freaking out in my head.

He kept following me to the door. I didn't really need anything from the co-op, I just simply wanted to know if I was being followed or not. I went back and took some chocolate with me and some canned juices. I also got me two packs of Sara-lee pound cake which happens to be my favourite midnight snack. I paid in the cashier and went back to my car. The man entered his car and still didn't move. There were two people in the car and the one who followed my in was the one who drove. Well that was what my eyes told me.

I took out my phone and stared at it. I wanted to tell someone that I was being followed but I didn't know who to call. I wanted to text mi7sen. I didn't text him in his new number I texted him in his old one because I didn't save the new one on my phone.

Hey Mi7sen it's  Sara. I know u don't want to talk to me right now but I think I'm being followed by people I left Fahad an hour ago and I'm kind of scared of the people who are after me. Please don't ignore this message because I don't think I'm safe right now. Anyways I'm coming over because I don't really have anywhere to stay for the night, and if I never make it, the people who took me are in a black tinted car with no license plate and it has a large scratch over the back left tire. It's a harsh one, it would be visible from 50 meters! Pls dont ignore this isn't one of my stupid pranks

I put my mobile back in my handbag and drank my juice while I got out of the parking lot. I started to drive aimlessly while I drank my juice. I opened up the radio and listened to some lame old songs. The car was behind me and I was getting bored. I went to Mi7sen's house and parked my car. I got out and opened the trunk and while I was taking out my bag, someone came from behind and hugged me from the back and had a cloth in their hand. It acutally felt like a hug, a hug you get from someone you love and loves you back. I know this hug. I even think I know who's kidnapping me. He can't fool me. The cloth was being placed on my mouth and nosed. I felt dizzy and I fell down on the hard paved floor.

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I woke up with a huge headache. The room was so dark I couldn't see a thing. I was laying down on a wooden floor with my hands tied. I tried to get up but failed miserably. I tried again 'till I was on my two bare feet. I wonder where my shoes are. I kept walking around the room slowly with my tied hands in front of me. I suddenly felt a soft surface on my feet. I guess I stepped on a carpet or something close. I went to the door and searched for the light switch.  I turned on the lights and studied the room I was in.

There were no windows. The walls were painted a dull shade of grey. I'd do a better job designing this room. There was a a bed with no mattress on it.  A closet  that was locked and sealed with wood pinned on to it was placed on the corner of the room. My bag and handbag were in the corner in the room. I quickly went to check if the insulin was there too. There were only ten bottles which means I have enough insulin for five days only.

I tried to open the door and for my surprise, it was unlocked. I went back in the room and searched for my mobile or laptop. Non of them were there, even my camera was taken. It's a good thing I have a password on my mobile or they could see the message I sent to my Mi7sen. Yes, my Mi7sen.

I got out of the room and explored the house I was in. The second floor had all of it's windows shut  and I couldn't find out where I was exactly. I went downstairs slowly and found the two people who kidnapped me sitting on the couch talking to a third man who I couldn't see. I went slowly upstairs but accidentally stumbled on a shoe. The man who followed me into the co-op saw me but the others didn't realise a thing. He excused himself and came upstairs.

I ran quickly to the room I was in and closed the door. He was still wearing a hoodie so I don't know who he is exactly. But I knew it was the same man who followed me in. I sat in the corner of the room with my legs crossed. He came into the room and closed the door behind him.

He took of his hoodie and I was really surprised.

"Why the hell did you kidnap me?" I asked, puzzled. I was right. He turned out to be the same person who I thought kidnapped me.
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Sara's P.O.V:

I tried to open my eyes but nothings happening. I can hear Fahad's voice next to me, but it wasn't clear. I couldn't figure out what he was saying. I heard the other man speak to him. Wait, I know that sound. Could that really be S3oud? Where am I and why can't I open my eyes? I think I know what they're talking about. I didn't want Fahad to know about my past. Ufffh S3oud why are you telling him this he's not supposed to know that!

Fahad's P.O.V:


"Shloun? That's not possible Sara's an only child" I told him.

"She is an only child, we don't have the same parents" he told me.

"3ayal shloun she's your sister?" I asked, confused.

"Ehya e5tii belre'6a3a" he told me. "5alti Mai allah yer7amha rfeejat omi rou7 bil rou7 ou kanaw dayman ma3a ba3a'6 min ohma 9'3aar fa omi kanat maree'6a lama ana enwaladt w kan feeha sara6an ou she couldn't breast-feed me. I was too young to drink out of a bottle so 5alti Mai allah yer7amha said she'd breast-feed me instead"

"Ohh" I said, speechless. "how old was Sara then?"

"Sara wasn't born then, however Aunti Mai was pregnant in her first month" he said. "So Sara is younger than me in about 10 months."

"Why don't any of us know about you?" I asked.

"5alti Mai didn't wan't anyone to know about this" he said. "I always looked out for Sara, she was the sister I never had. She was always on my mind. I was too young back then when her parents died so I couldn't do anything about it. I found out that she was staying at her Uncle's house so I was glad, thinking that she'd go to an orphanage. Sara didn't know about me when she was a child"

"Trust me my Uncle wouldn't let his niece go to an orphanage" I said.

"Well did you know that she was abused my her Uncle's wife? Did you know that they beat her every night? Did you know that they sent her away because your Uncle gave her a lot of attention? Did you know that she didn't have any friends in school here because her cousins kept making up rumours about her?" he said. "Once I found out that she was going to a boarding school in London, I told my father that I wanted to go to the same boarding school. He never asked why and agreed in the same moment because my mother just died of cancer. He wanted to start a new life so we went to London."

"I never knew that" I said. "Continue"

"When we first got to London, I made sure that both Sara and I were in the same wing in the boarding school. I made sure our rooms were next to each other and made sure that none of us have any room mates. So I saw her in the first two weeks of boarding school. She didn't know who I am until I went to her. She was scared at first because she never knew she had a brother.

We got to know each other and we became inseparable. We got older I had to go back to Kuwait. My father had some business to do in Kuwait and he couldn't leave me in London alone. So I was forced to go back to Kuwait with him, I never really told him about Sara until that day. He still refused to let me stay in London to take care of Sara. He was furious because I never told him that I knew Sara. If you only knew how much Sara's parents loved their daughter.

In high school, I met you and knew that you were her cousin. You both had the same nose and same jawline. I didn't want to tell you back then because I thought you hated her too. So I waited until our senior year and called Sara. She was surprised and mad at the same time why I never tried to call her."

"But how did you two end up in Paris together? And what's her story with Mi7sen?" I asked.

"Mi7sen is a completely different story" he said. "So I asked her where will she be studying for University and she told me in Paris. I tried to find the best University that had medicine and applied to it. I got in and three months later, I surprised Sara in Paris. We stayed there for four years and they were the best years of our lives" he said.

"So can you please tell me now who Mi7sen is?" I asked, impatiently.

"When Sara was in London, she met a man named Abdulrahman. He was her best friend, they always go out together and helped each other. Surprisingly, both of them wanted to study in Paris. Sara wanted interior design and Abdulrahman wanted Finance. Abdulrahman was so eager to introduce Sara to his brother. When Sara saw Mi7sen and Mi7sen saw Sara they-  well you can say it was love at first sight." S3oud chuckled.

"They dated for four years. Mi7sen was two years older than all of us. He was more mature than us. They always go out together but there were boundaries between them. They wouldn't get too close to each other. Sara wouldn't let him even hold her hand. She was a woman who respected her religion and I respect her for that." he said. "So when we were in third year of University, Mi7sen proposed to Sara. All of his family knew about how much they loved each other. Sara, on the other hand, thought that she was too young to get married and told Mi7sen that he should wait another year so they can finally be together. Mi7sen already graduated but he lived in Paris because he didn't want to have a long-distance relationship because he knew it wouldn't work out"

"Wait, they were engaged?" I asked, surprised. So they actually loved each other.

"Yes they were secretly engaged. But the day Sara graduated, she called me crying her eyes out. I didn't know what she was saying. I rushed to her apartment and entered. Mi7sen was sitting on the opposite sofa and Sara was on the other side of the living room crying her eyes out. I went to her and sat next to her with her in my arms. I calmed her down and after an hour she told me how she was forced to marry her cousin. She didn't tell me which cousin it is since you're family is a big family, I didn't want to ask. She told Mi7sen good bye. They promised each other that they will stay in touch. But Sara never called mi7sen and he got really angry. I guess you know the rest? But I always thought she ended up marrying Mi7sen, I really don't know why I thought that. Maybe because everyone who knew Mi7sen and Sara said that Sara 7ag Mi7sen ou Mi7sen 7ag Sara" he said.

"Yeah yeah I know about that" I told him.

"Well it's a good thing that I know you! I hope Sara's happy with you as her husband" he smiled.

"Hahaha yeah, she's happy with me" I smiled, guiltily.

S3oud got up and went to Sara and checked her pulse. I walked over to the other side of the bed and stared at her.

"S3oud, why is there water on Sara's face?" I asked.

"That isn't water," he said, smelling it. "Those, my friend, are tears" He said, amused.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"That means Sara can hear us" He smiled. "She was listening to our conversation the whole time."
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Sara's P.O.V:

I woke up in my bed in the middle of the night. My body ached and I couldn't move an inch. I don't remember anything that happened to me after I was dragged into this miserable house.

I looked around and everything was black. There was a little bit of light peeking out of the bathroom door.

I got up slowly, limping to the bathroom. I looked myself in the mirror and remembered everything that happened. I remembered how Fahad pushed me onto the wall which caused a big bluish-red bruise on my forehead. I remembered how I got beat up by my own husband. He never laid a hand on my 'til this very depressing, gloomy day.

I went and took a shower. I was so weak in this moment and my fragile bones ached so I sat down on the floor. I got out of the shower and filled the tub with warm water. I added a mini bottle of soap so I can enjoy my bubble bath.

I dipped my feet into the hot water and sat down slowly. The lights were slightly dimmed and I closed my eyes. I sat in the tub for hours and my skin started to get all wrinkly. I ended up sleeping until the sun came out.

I thought for a second that I should take my life away. Fahad hates me and it wouldn't make a difference if I was still alive or not. The water was touching the tip of my nose and I was so close to drowning myself. Mi7sen is living his new life with his new Sara. I no longer have anyone in this world so why should I waste my time waiting until the day I die if I could just simply die now?

I closed my eyes and lowered my head under the water. I held my breath for seconds and seconds until I reached the point where I couldn't wait any longer. I released the air underwater and I saw bubbles floating to the surface. I breathed in the water and felt my death.

Fahad's P.O.V:

I was so angry at Sara. The moment I wanted to fix everything up she has to screw it all over again. I beat her up harshly yesterday and she deserved it. She tried to escape but she won't as long as she was with me. It's a good thing that I took out the batteries from her G65. She could've escaped if I hadn't.

I entered the room but didn't find her in her bed where I placed her. She was in the bathroom so I sat in her bed with the insulin in my hands waiting for her to get out so I can give it to her. I waited for half an hour but Sara was still in the bathroom. I knocked on the door but she wouldn't answer. I entered the bathroom but she wasn't there. I got closer to the tub and found her lifeless.

I quickly took her out of the tub. I checked for her pulse but there was nothing. I blew in her mouth and started CPR. She still didn't cough out the water that was in her lungs so I dressed her up quickly and headed to the hospital as fast as I can.

I entered the emergency room and started yelling for someone to help me. A nurse came and took Sara away from me and started CPR. There was still nothing happening. They called in the doctor and as soon as he saw Sara his face was pale. I looked at him and he turned out to be my friend who I met up with last week in Starbucks when I went out with Mariam for breakfast.

He called in another doctor to take his place. Saud, my friend, refused to touch Sara saying that he was family. A doctor can't treat a patient if that patient was a relative. Well he can but he refused to.

"What do you mean you're family?" I asked Saud.

"Do you even know Sara?" Saud asked me.

"Yeah she's my wife. Are you one of her old boyfriends from Paris, too?" I asked him, annoyed.

"Wait what do you mean you're her husband? Didn't she marry Mi7sen?" Saud asked puzzled.

"No she didn't marry mi7sen? How the hell do you know Mi7sen and Sara?" I asked.

"Kilish mu wakta Fahad, I'll tell you later. Now let's get back and try to save Sara" He said, running back.

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Five hours later...

We got all the water out of Sara's lungs but she was in a coma. Saud told me that timing Sara would wake up is vague, but it wont take more than four months.

I sat next to her bed and held her pale hands. Her face was so white; whiter that snow. I sat for hours waiting for her to wakeup but unfortunately, she stayed in the same place for two months now.

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I was sitting in Sara's room reading a book. Saud entered and checked on Sara.

"She's getting better" Saud said. A smile crept on my face but I wasn't sure that Sara's going to wake up any time sooner.

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Fahad's P.O.V:

I was talking to S3oud while I sat next to Sara.

"Sara can wake up any moment in this upcoming month! That's good news" S3oud said while he held Sara's medical papers in his hands. It has been approximately 2 weeks since the accident

"Yeah that's good news" I told him.

"S3oud lail7een ma giltlee shloun t3aref Sara" I told him.

"Inta met2aked inna Sara magalatlik mino ana?" he asked.

"La2 ma galatlii et3aref wa7ed esma s3oud!" I exclaimed.

"Fahad I don't know how to tell you this but Sara- Sara's my sister," he said.

Sister? That can't be true.
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Sara's P.O.V:

I ignored Mi7sen's picture on instagram. I liked it though just to show him that I saw the picture and I'm okay with it. Abdulrahman was right, she looks like me a lot! I didn't really wanted to sleep so I got out one of my books and opened the lamp next to me. I started reading and an hour later I got really tired.

Before I closed my eyes, I checked my phone for the last time and saw that I was tagged in Instagram. I opened up the app only to find an interesting conversation that happened about fifteen minutes ago.

Mi7sen's Aunt Nada was commenting on his picture and I kind of laughed at what she said.

-- @Nada**** : Fahad 7abibi hathi mu Sara? Il bent mitzawja laish ga3ed ma3aha mu 3aib 3alaik?

-- @Mi7senAl****: La 5alti hathi mu Sara. Ma kalamt Sara 9arli muda ( @Sara_al_****) *tags me*

-- @Sara_al_****: La 5alti hathi mu 2ana hathi wa7da teshbahnii! @Nada**** Wayed walhana 3alaich ya 5alti shlounich?

-- @Nada****: @Sara_al_**** Sarouna 7abibti shlounich? Walhaneen 3alaich enzain goleeli mino hal bint ou laish wayed teshbehech? 3indich e5et ou mat3almeena?

-- @Sara_al_****: Laa 5alti ma 3indi e5et! Hathi refeejat Mi7sen yemkin min ilshe'3l aw shay @Nada****

-- @Nada****: Weeh wa5ezyaaah @Mi7senAl**** inta ba3ad shaku 7a6 9oorat'ha? Ba3alem omik 3alaik

(6ab3an the conversation was in arabic not m3arab:p)

Mi7sen didn't reply back at what his Aunt told him. Wallah hal mara itwanis damha 5afeeef ou dayman mebtasma! Mat7eb etza3el a7ad ou kila etra'6eehum.

I turned off my mobile and went to sleep. Khalid never cried once, I guess he was in a good mood.

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I woke up the next morning and went to the bathroom. I went to check on Khaloud but he wasn't there. I got scared for a second thinking that someone kidnapped him but when I got down to the living room, Khalid was in Fahad's arms. He was giving him some milk with his bottle.

"5ara3tni 7asbali a7ad bagaah" I said.

"Laa lat5afeen ga3ed ma3aay" he said. "Ta3alay shoufeeh mebtesem"

"Eee ams ga3ad yetbosam 6oul ilwakt 9awarta ou 6arashta 7ag Dalal!" I replied.

"Ee shift il9oura ib instagram" he said.

"Enzain ana abi atsaba7 3adi t5aleeh ma3ak 3ala ma a5ale9" I asked.

"Ee akeeed bas lat6awleen l2ana lail7een ma kalait" he said. "ou 7adii yo3an"

I went up to my room and jumped in the shower. I took the fastest shower I ever took in my life. I got into my sweats and a baggy t shirt and started to dry my hair.

I went back downstairs and made me and Fahad some breakfast. I took Khaloud from him and we both started eating.

"Tabeeni adeg 3ala Dalal ashouf'ha itha ga3da aw la?" he asked.

I just nodded and he got up and got his phone. He called Dalal and she was already awake. She said she'll be here in approximately 45 minutes. I continued eating my cereal and played with Khalid. I had him placed on his chair, the one where you can put it on the floor or the couch or the table. He still had that smile on his face and I was really glad that I didn't mess things up.

Khalid got a bag from the living room and gave it to me. I checked what was inside the bag and found all the makeup Dalal and I told him to buy.

"How do you get all these stuff this fast?" I asked.

"I have my ways," He said.

We continued eating our breakfast in silence. Fahad was getting the receiver fixed on the TV in my room and the living room today. I heard him calling a man this morning and told him to come in the evening.

I went upstairs with Khalid and kept him on my bed. My bed was already made so I didn't have to worry about anything else. I told Fahad that I was no longer going to clean his room and bathroom because I'm fed up with all of this.

I called Fahad and asked him to take out the stitches from my wound that was on top of my eyebrow.

"Tawich tathkereen?" he asked.

He cut every stitch slowly. There were only two-three stitches so hopefully it wouldn't leave a scar. I can use the cream Fahad gave me for these situations. You just have to put it twice a day after sanitising the wound with an alcohol swab and hopefully by a month or two, there won't be a scary-looking scar on my head.

I got out the clothes I wanted to wear. I first changed Khalid's diapers and changed his clothes. I put on his mini Baby Armani jeans and paired it with it's baby blue shirt. He had a cap inside so I decided to put it on because it looked super cute on him. I chose his clothes yesterday when I was in Dalal's house.

I wore my clothes and started to put my makeup on. I applied a little bit of foundation on my face. I wanted it to be as simple as possible and the only way to do that is by using as little amount of makeup as I could.

I then applied my pencil eyeliner on my eyes. I wasn't fond of the cat-eye look so I decided to go with the simple eyeliner that was just on my waterline. I got out my light pinkish-beige lipstick and applied it to my lips.

I got out my flats and wore them. I took Khalid downstairs and got all of his things with me. I looked for my car keys but I couldn't find them. Khalid skipped his way downstairs as I sat on the couch.

"Fahad t3aref wain sweech sayarti?" I asked.

"Laish tabeenhum?" he asked.

"Shino ya3ni may9eer asoug sayarti?" I asked.

"La2 akeed may9eer tara ilyoum bas ba6al3ich 3alashan Dalal mu 3alashanich" he replied coldly.

and here comes the Fahad I know.

"su2al bas inta mita bet8arer innik t5aleeni a6la3 ou aftak min ilga3da bil bait? Tara ily ga3d itsaweeh feeni shay mu 6abee3i! Ma malait?" I asked.

"La2 ma malait, lat5aleeni adig 3ala Dalal ou agoulaha maku 6al3a!" He shouted.

"Laaa? ya3ni ga3d ethadidne?" I said.

I gave him Khalid and went upstairs. I sent Dalal a message telling her how I couldn't make it since I had a huge argument with Fahad. I didn't want to lie to Dalal because she didn't deserve it. I told her to come and pickup Khalid if she wanted.

I locked my room and changed into something more comfortable. I packed a small bag with the things I need for the next week. I decided I needed a rest from this. I tiptoed into Fahad's room and searched for my car keys. I didn't find them. Instead, I found the keys to my chalet. I put them in my pocket and went back to my room.

I tried to look for my G65's keys but I still couldn't find them. I found the spare key in one of my old boxes. I took my bag and went downstairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" Fahad said, angrily.

"It's non of your business," I replied.

He got up and grabbed my arm harshly. I kicked his leg until he let go of me. I ran to the car and got in. I started to car but nothing happened. I tried to start it again and again but still nothing happened.

Fahad was standing outside of the car with a smirk on his face.

"You're in big trouble Sara. You shouldn't have done that" he said, pulling me into the house.
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Fahad's P.O.V:

"Aren't you coming?" I asked her.

She was startled by what I just told her. It's like she's heard something that scared her.

"Are you kidding or are you for real?" She asked, skeptically.

"No I'm not kidding, go get dressed it's cold outside, and trust me you don't want to catch a cold."

She ran upstairs with a silly smile on her face. She came back a few minutes later wearing her leggings and an oversized hoodie with her favourite grey beanie.

I waited next to the door and she skipped her way towards me. She kept mumbling things that I really didn't understand.

I opened the door for her while I watched her run to the car. Sometimes I think she's a kid stuck in a woman's body. Weird but true. She rode shotgun since Dalal wanted to sit in the backseat with her boy. I got into my Range Rover and turned on the car.

Halfway through, Dalal asked if we could play some music and I looked for my iPod that I had in my pocket.

"Arabic or english?" I asked them both.

"Arabic" Dalal said.

"English" Sara said in the same second.

"So what's it going to be?" I laughed.

"English english" Dalal said quickly.

I got out Sara's old mixtape and inserted into the slot. Sara was so shocked.

"Where did you find this? I've been looking for it for ages" she squealed. I've never seen her this happy before.

"It was in my car the whole time, why didn't you ask me about it?" I told her.

"I never thought that you'd have it," she replied. "a9lan why do you even have it?"

I saw the curiosity in her eyes. I think she forgot half of her life. I decided to make up something quickly.

"I really don't know," I said. "I wasn't ready for her to question me"

She played the first song.

"Tara those songs are slow bas 3ajeebeen. I made this when I was in what? Second year of uni I think ou I passed in a very depressing phase in my life" Sara said.

"Ay depressing phase? You didn't get the GPA you wanted so you got angry." Dalal chuckled.

"That wasn't the only thing that happened," Sara whispered.

Fix You by Coldplay started playing.

Sara started humming to the song. I can see Dalal in the backseat closing her eyes. She's extremely tired.

and the tears come streaming down your face

when you lose something you can't replace

when you love someone but it goes to waste

could it be worse?

Sara and Dalal started to sing the chorus of the song. I never get why they like this song so much.

Lights will guide you home

and ignite your bones 

and I will try to fix you

It was really cold outside, to the point that all of us are really regret not wearing an extra jacket.

"It's really cold" Sara said.

I turned off the AC and opened up the heater. Khalid started crying again and Dalal was on the verge of crying too.


"Baaas 5ala9 I can't take this anymore. T3arfoun mita a5er marra I got a good night sleep? TWO MONTHS AGO!" Dalal huffed. "Sara shakli ba36eech Khaloud for the night I can't take this anymore"

Sara quickly turned around, astounded.

"9ij?" She said. "Fahaaad please can we take Khalid home?"

"Eee 3adi," I smiled.

"Enzain Dalool matabeen tnameen 3indina? The guest room is ready!" Sara told her.

"Laa 3adii I want to sleep in my bed walaht 3alaaih" she said.

Ten minutes later we were in front of Dalal's house. She covered up Khalid's face and body and got out of the car. She left his bag inside and told Sara to come in with her.

I sat in the car tapping on the wheel and waited for them to come back.

Sara's P.O.V:

I got of the car and followed Dalal inside. Their house's interior was very beautiful.

"I love you're interior 7ada 3ajeeb" I told her.

"Mashkoura I designed it myself!" She said with a wide smile spread across her face.

She took out extra clothes for Khalid and put them in a bag, she added extra diapers and a lot of stuff I really don't know what they are.

"Wain Fahad? Laykoun lail7een bilsayara? shino 7asbala intay ily ra7 tsheeleen kilishay?" She said.

She took out her mobile and dialled Fahad's number. She told him to come inside and help me take the things.

He entered the place with his phone in his hand. He placed it in his back pocket so it wont get lost.

"Yalla shino tabeeni asheel?" he asked.

She gave him the bag and he had a funny look in his face.

"Intay min9ijich? Chan 5alaitay Sara itsheela itha bas aku jan6a wa7da!" He said.

"La wallah? Ou mino besheel Khaloud?" She asked him.

"Hffff inzain" he said, laughing.

"Deeray balich 3ala khaloud ou if you need anything call me! Ou if he needs milk I have a bottle inside ou you can feed him from it," she said. "Ou if he starts crying, rock him and he'll go back to sleep."

She gave me Khaloud, who was extremely tiny and kissed his forehead. I went outside and Fahad followed me to the car. He opened the door for me and I sat on the seat, careful not to wake him up. He threw the bag in the backseat and started the car.

"Tara we don't have milk" I told Fahad.

"Al7een arou7 ashterii" he said.

The CD was still playing and a lot of old songs came out. This used to be one of my favourite CD's I've ever made. Every song reminded me of the days I spent in Paris with my friends. I miss it to much, I wish I could go back.

We got to the mini supermarket and I waited in the car because it was late and really cold outside. Ten minutes later, Fahad came out with a bag and he put it in the backseat. We headed back home.

I found something sparkling in the floor.

"Fahad aku shay bil ar'6 I think its a bracelet or something" I said.

I bent down and got it.

"I think it's Dalal's yemkin 6a7 minha mashallah it's so beautiful!" I said. "Let me text her and tell her I got it 3lashan ma t5af" I said.

"laa2 laa2 hatha mu maal Dalal, it's my friend's bracelet" he said hesitantly.

"You're friend? Laish bent rkebat sayartik?" I told him. Akeed it's that girl that mi7sen told me about.

"Bas we were out together ou she lost it ou tawa lgaiti so thanks" he said.

"Is it the same girl Mi7sen told me about? The one who's pregnant?" I asked.

"ee it is bas please 5aleeni ashra7lich," he said.

"I don't want to know Fahad, I don't want to know" I said. Even though we aren't like any other married couple the least he could do is not go behind my back and cheat on me. I wouldn't mind him marrying another woman as long as he tells me about it. I don't want to listen to his explanation because he never listened to mine.

We got back home and Fahad took the things and put them on the floor. I sat in the couch with Khaloudi in my arms. Do you know the moment when a baby starts opening his mouth and yawning and then keeps his mouth open? That just happened so his face was getting redder and he started to cry. Waay 7abeebi Khaloud kaser 5a6rii akeed yabi uma.

I started to walk back and forth in the living room with him in my hands. Fahad came and sat on the couch and watched me pacing back and forth.

"tabeeni aktha minich while you make the milk? il9ara7a I'm the worst in cooking" he said.

"Ee haak e5thaa" I said going to him and placing Khaloud in his arm. He looked so tiny in Fahad's muscular arms.

I went to the kitchen and made Khaloud some milk and poured it into his bottle. I went back to Fahad and sat next to him. He gave me khalid back and I started giving him his milk. Fahad had his arm around me and I rested my head on the edge of his shoulders.

"the woman I was out with is my best friend's wife ou she's like my younger sister. Her husband msafer and told me to look out for her since she was pregnant with their first child." he said. All the tension in my body was released when I heard those words coming out of his mouth.

"Okay" I replied. I really didn't know what to say. It'll be really awkward.

"Sara I'm sorry" he said. "I'm sorry about all the things I've ever done to you I swear I never meant it, I was blind and deceived by my own mother. She put all of these bad thoughts in my head and I started to believe her" he said.

"It's okay" I said and looked down.

"No sara it's not okay, tara ily sawaita feech mu shwaya ou I don't deserve you" he said. "I don't want you to forgive me this easily."

"I said it was okay but I never said that I forgave you" I smirked.

"Ahh ya3ni chithi?" he chuckled.

It was getting late so I went up to my room and laid Khaloud in my bed.

"Fahaaad can you help me?" I shouted.

Minutes later, Fahad came into my room.

"Help you with what?" he asked me.

"Can you help me carry my crib when I was a baby into my room?" I said.

"mn 3youuni" he said.

"Tslam 3younik" I replied.

We went into the room next to my room. It had all my stuff when I was a kid. We carried the crib into my room and added some sheets to it. I placed Khalid who was sleeping peacefully in his PJ's.

"Ana barou7 anam ib dari, wela tabeeni anam hni?" he laughed.

"Sorry Fahad bas I'll be treating you the same way I did before, ou I told you I didn't want to talk to you and when I say something I mean it" I told him.

He was standing right in front of my room and I was hold the door ready to close it.

"At least let the door open so I could hear you if anything happens" he said.

I kept it open and went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I got into my pj's. I took Khalid in my arms and went into my bed. I started playing with is tiny hands and feet. His thighs were really chubby and his cheeks were as red as a rose. He had black hair with tiny curls in the ends.

He opened up his eyes a minute later. I was chilled to the bone thinking that Khalid was going to start crying again. Except this time, Khalid had a smile creeping on his face. I got my phone out and laid down next to him and took hundreds of pictures.

I texted Dalal asking if I could put a picture of Khaloud in instagram and she replied right away saying that it was okay.

Why are you awake? I texted her.

Skyping with my hubby:p Is Khaloud annoying you? Let me talk to him he loves it when I do that! she replied.

Lool tawich feech ilnoum ou ta3bana bas lama ahmad edig 3alaish et6eer ilnouma haa? Laa khaloud ya zeena ga3ed yeth7ak ma3ay shakla y7ebnii I texted her back adding the photo of Khaloud where he was smiling.

Waaay 7abeebi ya zeen hal tha7ka, intay shimsawya ib weldii t3arfeen ini lail7een ma shefta yebtesem? Mu3jaaab feech ahahah;p She replied.

LOOL ilwalad y7ebnii a9lan maku yahel may7ebnii you have to admit it!! Bas yalla 5aleena ennam warana ga3da min il9ub7, latensain bacher avenues! I texted her.

Yalla goodnight ou bouseeli Khaloudi ma3ach xo She texted.

I took Khalid and placed him back in his crib. I turned off the lights and got into my bed. I entered Instagram from my phone and posted a new pic of me and Khaloud. I added "Ya zeen min yana nawar ilbait nawaar x" and tagged Dalal.

I went through my insta feed and looked at different people's pictures.

Mi7sen just added a photo of him and Sara. Exactly five minutes after I posted the picture with Khalid.
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Winter Schemes 10

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Sara's P.O.V:

I could feel Fahad's breath on my neck. He had his arm around me and I was laying down on his chest. I tried to move but Fahad's arms were so stiff. Dalal came back with her bottle of water and sat right next to me.

It felt really weird having Fahad this close and in this position. I wanted to move a bit but Fahad won't let me move. His hand was holding me in place and I can see a him smirking from the edge of my eye.

"Ka this is the lipstick I was telling you about! Shoufay sh7alata ou 3ala your skin tone e9eeer a7la w a7la" Dalal said. "shfeech intay jamalich mn allah ou lamaan t7e6een makeup et3a8deeeeen"

I kind of blushed a bit. I never thought I was that beautiful but when I hear someone tell me that I am actually beautiful, I believe them for a second.

"mashkoura" I told her, smiling.

We kept looking at different kinds of makeup and ended up watching funny videos on YouTube. Fahad already gave his friend the list of makeup and she went to get it. She had connections with stores that sell makeup so it wasn't a big deal.  I laughed more than I ever did in this last year. Fahad laughed with us, it actually felt like we were a whole family and he was a loving husband.

"Yalla I gotta go back home, 7abeebi 5aled feeh ilnoum mabi yet3ab ou yg3ad yabchi 3alay nu9 il-layl" Dalal said.

She had to ruin the moment by saying that but it wasn't her fault. She didn't know anything that was going on in this house.

"Thank you Dalal ilyoum wallah wanasteeni wayed I don't remember the last time I laughed this much," I said, looking at Fahad with one eyebrow raised.

Fahad was slightly smiling. I think for once he felt my pain and all the things I've been through. But how should I know? For all I know he might be just acting it all out and once Dalal steps out of the door, we'd go back to how we were before.

I kissed Dalal and she gave me one of her famous hugs. We hugged each for minutes now and Fahad stood there awkwardly playing with Khaloud.

"Can I keep Khaloud with me for the night? Pweeease pweaaase pweaaase" I pouted while I took Khaloud from Fahad.

"If he was a bit older I'd let him stay for a week if you want, bas what if he wakes up at night and needs to be breast-feeded, what are you gonna do then? He'll never stop crying unless you feed him" Dalal chuckled.

"Oh then never mind, you can have him" I laughed along.

"If you'd like, you can sleep over tomorrow night?" Fahad told Dalal.

"9ij?" she said.

"ee akeed intay e5ty ily tabeena y9eer," he said.

"TOMORROW GIRLS NIGHT" Dalal shouted.

"OMG TOMORROW IS GOING TO BE ONE HELL OF A DAY" I shouted back.

Khalid started crying and we all laughed.

"Waay al7een shbesakta?" she laughed.

She took him from me and started rocking him. She stayed fifteen minutes more but Khalid was still crying. It was getting really late and I was worried that Dalal wouldn't get home safe.

"Um Fahad can you take Dalal home? Akhaf y9eer feeha shay bil 6ereej ma3a Khalid fa a7san law wa9alt'ha," I told him.

"Tawni yaay bagoulaha nafs il shay, ha shrayech Dalal? 3adi awa9lich ilbait?" he asked.

"3eshtaaaw ya3ni khayef 3alai?" Dalal laughed. "Ee wa9elni kilish ma 3indi mane3"

"Yalla goumay 5an rou7" he said.

I went and sat on the couch while Dalal gathered up her things. She took Khaloud from Fahad and headed to the door. Fahad quickly went upstairs and got his keys and skipped down the stairs. He headed to the door. Dalal was already outside with Khalid in her hands.

"Aren't you coming?" He asked me. He wants me to leave the house with him?! I wonder what he's up to this time.
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Winter Schemes 9

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Sara's P.O.V:

I was so furious about what I heard from Mi7sen about Fahad. Well, I'm fine with him going out with a woman because I don't really care, but a pregnant woman? What if he was married secretly? Sara, you should stop thinking that way. Fahad won't ever do that to you.

"You heard what he said, is it true?" I asked him.

"Which part?"

"The part where you were out with a woman," I said.

"Yes it's true and she was pregnant." he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and left the plates in the sink.

"The least thing you could do is ask me about her before you judge me and think of me in that way," he said.

"Well I didn't see you ask me about the pills someone planted in my drawer and you never asked me how my parents actually died" I replied. "You're the one who judged first"

He kept quiet and continued drinking his coffee. I sat on my couch and started to play with my phone. I automatically started downloading apps and games on my phone.

I signed into my twitter account and started to read people's latest tweets. I searched for Fahad in my followers and finally found his name.

I clicked on his profile picture. It was a picture of him in Spain, the one I took. I started reading through his tweets. I decided to tweet something myself. The last time I tweeted was obviously a year ago.

I wrote, "If you piss me off I don't give a damn who you are. You're out of my life. I've been played, I've been used, I've been through a lot more than most. I just want to get away and never come back."

I tapped on the tweet button. A couple of minutes later a lot of my friends started tweeting me back asking about where I have been in the couple last months but I ignored them all. What caught my attention is a tweet from both Mi7sen and Fahad.

Mi7sen tweeted: "I think I know what's best for me, and you clearly aren't. Just go away and never come back, don't you think its time to escape from the fake world you're living in?"

Fahad tweeted: "If you just know how much I want to save you from the misery you're in because of me. So tell me again, how bad do you want to get away?" 

Could Fahad possibly like me? He's been treating me like trash for the last couple of months. I don't really know what's going on with him. So I decided to tweet him back in a sub-tweet.

"You cannot save people. You can only love them"

Fahad tweeted a minute later; "I love you now as I write this, and I love you now as you read this."

I think I got blind. Is Fahad actually saying those things or am I imagining it all. Could there be a slight chance that Fahad loves me again? It's probably a coincidence.

I ran up the stairs and went into the gym room. I first started walking on the treadmill for twenty minutes than jogged for about an hour.I never really loved jogging on a treadmill. I like it better when I jog outside. The air makes everything feel better.

I got really tired so I went to take a shower. I felt really sweaty and it was so hot after my workout.

I got out of the room and went downstairs only to find Fahad with his sister Dalal. The most surprising thing was that Fahad was carrying a baby boy who's extremely cute.

"DALAAL" I said and ran to her.

I gave her a big hug and we didn't let go of each other for minutes. I started tearing up a bit. Dalal was one of the few people who trusted me and believed me about how I never really took the pills and never really killed my parents.

"Sara me7lawaa shemsawya ib 3omrich?" she asked hugging me once more.

"Walla mu msawya shay! Gemt ma akel min bara ou 6oul il wakt akel healthy fa 9e7ety 9ayra wayed a7san ou il7asasiya gamat t5uf waayed!" I said and sat next to her in the couch.

"ee il7imdila shakli basawi mithlich, ta3alay shoufay 5aloudi 7abeebi," she said handing me Khalid.

"Yakhtii mino hatha laish chithi eshaweg waayed?" I asked her playing with Khalid.

Fahad's P.O.V:

I saw her playing with 5aloud. She was having a lot of fun since she was one of my sisters closest friends. They shared everything together. Dalal knows everything about Sara.

"Hatha weldi Khalid, haw Fahad magalich iny kent 7amel ou weladt?" Dalal asked Sara.

"Haw laa magalii, bas 3adi mafeeha shay yemkin nesaa ygouli," Sara said looking down.

Dalal had a weird expression on her face. It was like she was surprised or something. She started to play with Khalid and she was really happy. I've never seen her as happy as she is now. She kept tickling Khalid so much. She was laying down on the sofa with him on top of her.

"Shrayech bacher ne6la3 ana weyach enroo7 ilavenues 7ag reyoug ba3dain entesawag? Raylii msafer on a business trip ou kilish mabi ag3ad bil bait brou7i bidoun sh'3l" Dalal said.

I was so angry at Dalal. She knew that I wouldn't let Sara leave the house but she has to do it. Sara was so confused, she didn't know what to tell Dalal. Just as she was about to tell her another excuse why she couldn't come, I decided to talk.

"Yeah she'll be there," I said. "I'll drop her off if you want me to,"

"Really?" Dalal said. "Then you can meet me at Cafe Bazza, you have to try it!"

Sara was really confused. She didn't know what to say, so she smiled instead.

"Umm I don't have any makeup I threw them all out three weeks ago, ou 9adgeeni mara7 a6la3 bidoun makeup!" Sara said.

"Write down what you want and I can tell someone to buy it for you right now," I said. I have a lot of connections with people and they all are close friends and they'd do anything for me.

"Uhh ok-ay," Sara stuttered..

"Bring your laptop I can help you pick some makeup," Dalal told Sara.

Sara looked at me with a what-do-I-do-now look. I nodded to her to go bring her laptop. She went upstairs and came back down with her Macbook in her hands.

She opened up her laptop and found a lot of applications on them like photobooth, iPhoto, iMovie, etc. She opened up Safari and was very happy that it worked.

"You have to see Benefit's lipsticks, they're just amazing." Dalal told Sara.

I placed Khalid in the couch because he's feeling tired and wants to sleep. I placed him in the corner of the couch where he can't fall and covered him up with his mini blanket. I sat next to Sara and Dalal sat on the other side of Sara. Both were talking about different kinds of makeup.

Dalal excused herself to get herself a bottle of water. I was still sitting close to Sara and once Dalal was out of hearing distance, I whispered to Sara.

"Act like we're an actual married couple, Dalal thinks that I still love you and you love me back. She thinks that locking you in was the only thing I did to you," I whispered.
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Winter Schemes 8

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Sara's P.O.V:

I went to my room and locked the door behind me. I threw the shot into the garbage and laid down on my bed. I turned off the AC because it was too cold and I am not afraid of Fahad anymore.

I went to my bathroom and looked myself in the mirror. My brown wavy hair was long. My eyes were all puffy from crying. I have a huge headache that I couldn't get rid of. I opened the cabinet next to the sink and got out a pair of scissors. I started to cut my hair. I continued cutting and cutting until I got it to the length I wanted. I was supposed to go to Fahad one day ago so he could take out the stitches of the wound bas I didn't want to talk to him now.

I wrapped my hair in a piece of tissue and kept it safe in the cabinet. I looked at myself again in the mirror. My hair was a lot shorter. I cut off 5 inches and now it touches the tip of my shoulder. I got rid of things I no longer need, and I'm planning of getting rid of a lot of things.

I dyed some chestnut highlights in some strands of my hair and it really looked great. I took a shower and washed the dye out of my hair.

I went back into my bedroom and slept gracefully in my bed. I'm ready to start a new life without any concerns. I no longer am Sara. Tomorrow, I'll be a new Sara.

A new Sara.

A new Sa..

A new S...

A new....

A n.....

A......

and I drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up the next morning and went and took a long refreshing shower. I could still smell the dye from yesterday night. I used a new pair of shampoo I ordered last week and used a new conditioner. It smelled so nature-like and I'm a sucker for natural products that smell like flowers and stuff.

I wrapped my hair with a towel and started to paint my finger nails light pink. I painted my toes first then I painted my hands. I applied a top coat that dries really fast. Fifteen minutes later, my nails were smooth and dry. I combed my hair then flipped my head upside down and started to dry it with a hair dryer so it would have more volume.

I ran my fingers through my 70% dried hair. I braided the two top parts of my hair and clipped them back. I twisted the rest of my hair into a bun and wore my training shorts and shirt. I got downstairs and found Fahad sitting on the stool eating his breakfast.

I made me some scrambled eggs and cut up some fruits quickly. I sat on the stool and started eating my eggs. I drank some orange juice after I was done and started to eat my fruits. Fahad looked surprise. I guess he noticed my new hair-do.

While I was chewing on a piece of strawberry, Fahad got out an iPhone and placed it in front of me.

"It has a line and everything, sajalt il5a6 ib ismich so I can't look at any of your texts or phone calls," he said.

"Thanks" I said.

I took the phone and started dialling a number I will never forget. I waited until the caller answered, but he didn't answer.

 I called his house and waited till anyone answered. I put the phone on speaker because I really wanted to finish my fruits so I can start cutting up vegetables for tonight's dinner. I won't have time to do it later because I'll be working out.

*Phone on speaker*

.....: hello

me: hiii is Mi7sen there?

.....: who is this?

me: It's me Sita did you forget my voice already?? 

Sita: Sarooona I miss you! How are you why you no come our house anymore?

me: I'm very busy Sita so I don't have anytime to come!

Sita: because you marry a boy you became busy. I am your family saroona habibti I miss you come to us tomorrow. Madam miss you so much even hamanii miss you I make for you cake if you come

me: waaay 7amanii is big you must call him Abdulrahman not 7amanii shfeech sita he'll get angry.

Sita: Nooo his name is hamaniiiii not abdulrahman, hamaniiiii

*7amani in backround* SIIITA WHY ARE TELLING A STRANGER THAT YOU CALL ME 7AMANIII?! I'M 21 BAS KEBART*

abdulrahman: Aloo?

me: 7amaniiiii

abdulrahman: Sara? Is that really you?

me: eeee ana sariitaa il3ajeeba ily int walhan 3alaiha

abdulrahman: intay laish ma teyeen baitna? et3arfeen shkether mi7sen m3a9eb 3alaich laish makalamteeh 7ag sina? 

me: abdulrahman is he really that mad? *chewing on food*

abdulrahman: ee tara wa9al 7adaa, tadreen ina he has a girlfriend now? He's planning on marrying her. Ou her name is Sara ba3ad. She even looks like you tadreen? He told her to not cut her hair and to dye it brown, the exact shade as your hair is. il mushkela she doesn't know that there's a real Sara, which is you

me: *choking on food* he wants to get married? *tears lightly* *turns off speaker*

abdulrahman: you didn't talk to him for a year Sara, he thought you were done with him. He thought that you didn't want to talk to him ever again.

me: but 7amani I'm a married woman now, I cant do anything l2ani 3ala themat rayaal, why can't he understand that? Tell him I was forced to marry the person I'm married to now and tell him that I will never love him as much as I love mi7sen.

Yes, I said all of that in front of Fahad.

abdulrahman: I won't tell him anything Sara. I wont get myself into this mess. I'll give you his number and you talk to him. Here's the number ********

me: thanks, bye 7amano

abdulrahman: bye Sara, it was nice talking to you after all this time

*end of call*

I laid my head down on the kitchen counter. Fahad was staring at me not knowing what to do. I stared at the number I wrote on the palm of my hand.

"Do you love him?" Fahad asked suddenly.

"Why do you care?" I said.

"I was just asking," he replied.

"Well it's non of your business." I said back.

I dialed the number that was written and waited for him to answer. Fahad grabbed my hand harshly and told me to put it on speaker. Jealous much?

*Calling 99******* *on speaker*

mi7sen: aloo

me: ....

mi7sen: alooo minu ma3ay? *mad*

me: ....

mi7sen: tara ana mu fathy 7a-

me: mi7sen

mi7sen: ......

me: mi7sen please rid 3alay

mi7sen: Sara? Al7een etdegeen 3alai ya Sara? What have I ever done to you? I treated you the way no man can ever treat a woman. I respected you Sara and I respected all the decisions you've ever made. I know you got married and you were no longer mine, but the least you could do is stay in touch with me we could've been friends. I called you more than a hundred times Sara, but you never answered.

me: *tears* mi7sen please you don't understand I didn't have a choice. Please mi7sen I need to see you and tell you everything

mi7sen: I'm sorry Sara bas I already decided to marry someone I met last month. She's really great and I think I'm beginning to love her.

me: who? you mean the woman who you told to grow her hair and dye it brown? Seriously mi7sen? If you really wanted to forget about me at least choose a woman who doesn't look like me and doesn't have the same name!

mi7sen: well I saw your husband the other day and he kind of looked like me. He has the same exact hair as I do. 

me: that's his hair style for years, I knew him before I ever knew you and he was way better than you, it was my fault calling you. and FYI, I cut my hair last night and highlighted and I'm happy with it. Go tell that girl of yours to cut it and highlight it, too.

mi7sen: then go and tell your husband to cut his hair, it doesn't look good on him. You know that hairstyle look good on me only. You know that I'm the only one in this world who loves you so much, he doesn't deserve you Sara. No one does.

me: you're just jealous why he is my husband and you're not.

mi7sen: well are you having fun with your husband?

me: more fun than I ever had with you

mi7sen: does he love you as much as I loved you?

me: yes

mi7sen: are you sure? because when I loved you, I never thought of another woman. When I told you I saw your husband last week, I didn't mention the part where he was with another woman laughing. Oh, and she was pregnant too.

me: YOU'RE LYING. I KNOW WHEN YOU LIE MI7SEN, FAHAD LOVES ME HE WONT DO SUCH A THING, he wouldn't go behind my back. It's probably one of his sisters.

mi7sen: are you sure? go ask him yourself. Goodbye Sara, please dont call me ever again, I'm trying to  live my life here without you. 

dooooot

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If you have food in your fridge, clothes in your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of the world. 

If you have money in the bank, your wallet, and some spare change you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the million people who will not survive this week.

If you have never experienced the danger of battle. the agony of imprisonment or torture, or the horrible pangs on starvation you are luckier than 500 million people alive and suffering.

If you can read this message you are more fortunate than 3 billion people in the world who cannot read it at all.

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الحمد لله والشكر لله حمدا وشكرا كثيرا

Winter Schemes 7

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Sara's P.O.V:

I'm finally done with the ironing. I went downstairs and looked for something to eat for lunch. I didn't want to eat something heavy so I decided to make me some caesar salad for lunch. I got out everything I needed and thirty minutes later, I was done.

I got out a box of orange juice and poured some into a glass. I sat on the stool next to the kitchen counter. I started eating my salad and drank my orange juice.  I removed the plates and threw them in the washing machine. I went up to my room and looked for something to do.

Fahad slept in what was supposed to be my "siblings" room. I slept in my room, the same one I used to sleep in when I was four years old.

The last time I entered my parents room was the day they died. I didn't want to enter it. It was untouched and locked and I never thought of entering it. Today was the day I decided that it was time too look back at what  used to have.

I went to my closet and looked for a small red box. I went through my clothes until I finally found it. I searched through my drawer and looked for a small key. I inserted it into its slot. I unlocked the box and I was ready to open it.

*click*

I found a lot of stuff from when I was a teenager. My parents' room key was in there between the other stuff. I quickly got to my parents room and stood in front of their wooden door.

"Sara?"

I turned around and found Fahad staring at me.

"Na3am?" I asked.

"Shgaa3da tsaaween?" he asked.

"Badish '3urfat umi ou oboy allah yer7amhum" I said.

"Laish betdesheen? 5aleeha magfoula ou 3a6eeni ilmefta7" he replied. What he said made me really angry.

"Na3aaam? a36eek ilmefta7? ensaaaaa. hathi daar umi ou ubooy insa ted5alha, la tensa ina ilbait baiti mu baitik," I said and opened the door to their room.

I saw my mother's veil on the bed and my father's shoes on the edge of the carpet. I saw my mother and father's life in front of me. I fell into the floor and started crying my eyes out. I cried for them. I missed them so much. They are the only ones who understood me. They are the only ones who loved me. No one is every going to love me as much as my parents did.

Fahad didn't dare to come into my parents room. I laid down on the floor and stared at the ceiling. I've been in my parents room for hours. I didn't feel anything in my body. I was completely frozen, nothing mattered to me in that moment. For a second, I even wished that God would take my life just to be with my parents.

Fahad's P.O.V:

I sat in front of the door and waited for Sara for hours. I wanted to give her insulin but she would be furious if I came in. It's already 1 a.m. and I didn't hear a single noise from inside the room from when she first entered.

I peeked slowly and found her lying on the floor with here eyes wide open. I thought that she was dead but I know she wont do such a thing. I tip-toed inside and sat next to Sara on the floor. Maybe Dalal was right. Maybe it was time to change the way I treated Sara.

"Sara it's time for your shots yalla goumay eklay 3alashan I can give you the insulin," I said, getting up.

But Sara didn't move. She didn't care if she got the shots or not. She sat in the same place staring at the ceiling.

"Sara? Yalla goumay," I said. She still didn't move a muscle.

"Sara itha ma gemtay al7een tara I wont give you your shot and you have to do it by yourself." I warned her. Again, she still didn't move.

I got closer to her and carried her in my arms I took her downstairs and laid her down on the couch. i took out my phone and sent Dalal a text saying how she really couldn't come tomorrow and she should come the day after it. She was already awake since her son was crying her sleep out of her and she had to feed him every two hours and so.

I tried to think about what Sara likes to eat. I really didn't know what she loved so I made her some mushroom soup and tried to feed it to her.

"Sara lat saween chithi ib nafsich," I said. "Wallah mu zain 7ag 9e7etich"

"Since when do you care about my health?" She asked. "You never thought about me when leave the house locking me in. You never cared about what would I feel if I was locked in my own house and I couldn't talk to anyone but you. And just for the record, I hate mushroom soup."

She took the soup from my hands and went to the kitchen counter and started to drink the soup. She drank some water after it and she came to me. She took the needle from my hand and sat on the opposite couch.

I wanted to go to her and help her with the needle but what she told me made me frozen in my own place.

"I dont want you to ever touch me again. From now on, I'll inject myself with insulin and I'll do everything else by myself. I don't want you to even talk to me, got it? The only thing I'll be asking you to get me is my insulin shots. If I run out of them, I'll ask you to bring me some. Other than that, I don't want to have any contact with you ever. We are living separate lives now. The only difference is that you get to go out and enjoy your life while I'm miserable in my own house." she said and injected the insulin in her arm.

She squealed in pain and started to cry.

"Aaakhh ya mi7sen, wallah law inik hnii ma3aay, chan ma5alaitni atzawaj wa7ed yekrahni," she whispered and went to her room.

Who the hell is Mi7sen? I asked myself.

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Lots of love,
Reveur xxo