Chapter 6

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I headed to my dad's office and decided that I'd start clearing out his desk first. I took a seat on his swivel chair and started rummaging through all his papers that made no sense to me at all. As I was placing a pile of papers into a box, a paper fell to the ground. I picked the paper up and gasped. I did not expect to find something like this here or anywhere else actually. 

It was....

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Chapter 6:


It was a paper about mama's death. I looked around at the paper, and instead of finding the hospital's name, I found the police station's name! Why would a police station's name be on mama's death report? 

Suddenly, Dalia entered the room, causing me to drop the papers.

Dalia: Shfeech Meena? I came to help you pack baba's office.

Dalia bent down to pick the papers up, and then she took one look at the paper, and I saw her eyes widen.

Dalia: *whispering* Meena ta3alay! Comee bsr3a!

I ran over to Dalia...

Dalia: Meena look, read this box, read what they wrote!

I read what Dalia was pointing at...

Meena: "Sarah Alflani: murdered in her hotel room October 19th, 2009.Murderer: Unidentified.."

I couldn't read more than that, the paper was getting blurry, and my eyes started to tear. Dalia sat on the floor and I slid down against the wall and sat right next to her, too shocked to say anything.

Dalia: No this has to be some sort of joke right? Maybe Talal or Faisal are pulling a prank on us.

Meena: Dalia, our brothers wouldn't prank us 3ala mama's death! You know that!

Dalia: 3ayal shnsawy al7een? I'm sure there is something wrong with this information! I'm going to baba now!

Meena: Laa laa Dalia! Listen, we'll have to find out this stuff on our own. May9eer we tell baba now okay? Min9ijiy, latgooleen 7ag a7aad, I'll only tell Abdulla, maybe he can help. 

Dalia: HUH? What do you mean Meena, that we aren't going to tell Baba about this? Tra haay mb a joke, w if it is, it isn't even funny, w it's a dirty one *tears streaming down her face.* She left us, and it was so hard, then we are moving, and now this? 

I leaned over to Dalia to give her a hug, to comfort her, and make her see that she isn't suffering alone. Dalia was the youngest, therefore it effected her so much. She was only around 10 years old when our mother died, and now for a 14 year old, she's a lot more mature than people her age.

Meena: It's okay Dalia, we'll find a solution okay? How about you try to pack baba's office, and I'll go make a copy of this file and bring it back as quickly as I can okay?

Dalia nodded her head. I grabbed my phone from baba's desk, and called Abdulla.

3bdulla: Halla halla bil 7ub! 

Meena: Halla Abdullaa! 

3bdulla: Sha5barich?

Meena: Umm...okay w ent?

3bdulla: Okay? Laish bas okay, sh9aar al7een?

Meena: Wla shaay 3bdulla, bas may9eer agoolik 3ala eltelefone ya3ni...

3bdulla: Okay 3ayal we'll meet up? 

Meena: Ee okay, like in an hour okay?

3bdulla: Sure, fee Starbucks ileee mni 9a7?

Meena: Mhhmm

With that we hung up. After I was done from copying the entire file, I went back down to Dalia to give it back to her.

Meena: Dalia I finished, bas I'll go get ready, cause I'm going to meet Abdulla okay?

Dalia: Ee okay, see you! 

Meena: If you need anything, call aw bbm me, kay? Byee!

I hugged her one last time before I made my way to my room to get dressed. I didn't dress up all fancy. I was only meeting Abdulla in Starbucks after all. I threw on some black leggings and a flowy red top, put my hair up in a bun, put my wallet into my purse and I was off to Starbucks.

An Hour Later: 

I sat in starbucks, waiting for Abdulla with my favorite drink, Chocolate Cream, and with his favorite drink, White Chocolate Mocha. 

I saw Abdulla coming my way and he was smiling so wide, with his eyes lighting up in a way that everyone says only happens around me.

Abdulla: Halla Meena!

Meena: Heeey!

Abdulla: *Does a small, quiet laugh at my 6oma6a face* Sha5barich al7een? A7san?

Meena: Umm...ya3ni, el7mdilla 3ala kl7al.

Abdulla:  So, what was it you wanted to talk about?

Meena: I found a paper that has to do with mama's death. 

Abdulla: And?

Meena: It's not a medical report, it's a police report and it says mama was murdered.

Abdulla: Uhh...does it say who the murderer is?

Meena: Laa, it's unidentified but I copied the whole file.

Abdulla: Did you look through all the papers? 

Meena: Nope. I can show them to you later on.

Abdulla: Okay. Did you confront your dad about this?

Meena: Not yet. I came and told you as soon as Dalia and I found it. I copied the entire file.

Abdulla: Inzain how about you ask him about it? Or tell Faisal or Talal about it?

Meena: I don't know. How would I tell my father?

Abdulla: That I do not know.

Meena: Gee thanks. 

Abdulla: Maybe you should just hint that you know something. Be like 'Baba what happened when mama died? Are you sure it was cancer that killed her?' or something like that.

Meena: Out of the blue?

Abdulla: It wouldn't be out of the blue because you always suspected her death. 

Meena: True. I'll talk to him today when we sit in the 9ala for tea. 

Abdulla: Okay. Tabeen shay? Lazim aroo7 bait yadity.

Meena: Laa. Mashkoor.

Abdulla: El 3foo 7beebty. Ma saweena shay. 

He stood up and hugged me.

Abdulla: Bye. I love you.

Meena: See you. Love you too. 

We each parted ways and entered our cars.

I sat in my car, trying to decide what I should do about this situation, its one of those situations where you feel so lost. 

I snapped out of my thoughts when my phone started ringing, and I looked at my blackberry's screen, to check the caller ID. It was baba.

I knew that if I wanted to know more about mama's death, I'd have to confront him. Sooner or later, I'd have to talk about it.

Meena: Hi baba

Baba: Halla Meena, sha5barich? 

Meena: El7mdilla okay baba

Baba: Wainich Meena?

Meena: I'm at Starbucks right now.

Baba: Okay. Kmltay?

Meena: Ee

Baba: Okay, 3ayal yalla rday el bait.

Meena: Inshallah. 

Baba: Yalla achoofch 3gb shway.

Here it goes..

Meena: Baba, I need to talk to you about something.

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Bayan: Laa laa Meena, don't joke around like this! You're not being serious 9a7? 

They all looked at me, as if pleading me to stop joking around with them, but deep down, they all knew I was being serious.

Meena: I'm moving in less then 3 weeks.
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The girls tried to dismiss the idea of me moving, they said they would see me everyday for the rest of my time in Bahrain, and then during holidays we promised to visit each other, they'll visit me in America and I'll visit them in Bahrain.

We spent the rest of the day chilling by the pool, cracking jokes and messing around. When the sun started to set, we watched the amazing colors of the sunset. I have always loved sunsets, since I was a child, it never failed to amaze me.  It kind of showed me that at the end of the day, my life is so much easier than others and some people would envy the life I live.

Then we went to sleep, but I couldn't sleep. I spent the night laying down, staring at the ceiling thinking of what would happen in America and how different my life would be. Sure, I was social and outgoing, but everyone is shy at first with new surroundings and new faces. At least Abdulla and my family would be with me.

I got and hour or two of sleep and my face showed traces of tiredness. 

Bayan: Meena! Shaklich you didn't sleep at all.

Maysa: Yeah! 9ij did you even sleep?

Meena: Yes I did shway.

Dana: Meena don't think about it! Enjoy your time here and relax! Everything's gonna be alright inshallah.

Meena: Inshallah

I hugged the girls goodbye, and made my way outside, since my driver was waiting for me outside. I spent the whole ride home listening to music on my phone and just staring out the window, looking at Bahrain and how much I'm going to miss this place that I've called home all my life.

Once I reached home, I saw my dad already  bringing the boxes so we could pack our stuff in, and suddenly I just digested the thought in my mind, I'm going away from home. I started getting a bit teary eyed. 

Fasial: Are you okay?

Meena: Fasial! Min wain yaait?

Fasial: Min foog?

Meena: Ahh, w ee I'm fine, I just came back from the sleepover wya el banat.

Fasial: Aha, how was it?

Meena: 3ady el7mdilla, anyways I'll go up to change and freshen up.

Fasial: Okay, w rgdy shway ba3ad, la2na yuba yaby ya7cheena fee mawthoo'3 tonight.

Meena: Um okay.

I know that my father was just going to make sure we're fine and make us start packing, so I had nothing to worry about anymore. I decided I would follow Fasial's piece of advice and take a nap, just go to my little dreamland where everything is how I want it to be. 

After an hour or so, I woke up from my nap to find Talal shaking me. 

Talal: Yalla Meena! Goomay! Baba yaby e7acheena. A nap is for an hour tops not more.

Meena: Uff inzain. I'm coming. 

I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I then went to the 9ala to where my dad was going to talk to us. 

Baba: Elyoum we're going to officially start packing. Each one of you take a few boxes w start packing, okay? 

Faisal, Talal, Dalia and I: Inshallah.

Baba: Meena since you already started packing a bit, can you start with my office please?

Meena: Akeed.

Baba: Yalla. Go pack.

I headed to my dad's office and decided that I'd start clearing out his desk first. I took a seat on his swivel chair and started rummaging through all his papers that made no sense to me at all. As I was placing a pile of papers into a box, a paper fell to the ground. I picked the paper up and gasped. I did not expect to find something like this here or anywhere else actually. 

It was....

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I took a deep breath and forced myself to speak.

Meena: I think we need to end this, us.

Abdulla: ...
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I never thought that day would come, when I would have to end things with Abdulla, with the only person who understands me so well, the only thing that didn't go wrong in my life. He was there as much as my three best friends, and even more after losing my mom. He's the first person I talk to and make me laugh everyday, now all this is going to go away.  I want the best for Abdulla, even if it means I would have to live without him

Abdulla: Meena, I would go live in America now if I could, just to be with you everyday! Tra tdreen ena I won't just let you go chithee. We've been together for a long time, w we'll break up bas 3alashan you're moving? La, may9eer chithee! 

Meena: Bas Abdulla I-

Abdulla: MEENA! I can come to America la? Remember my Aunt Sumaya Alflani? Ra7t t3eesh fee America! W ya3ni it would be good for me to start klshaay mnaak to prepare for university, and I would be with you!

Meena: Laa abdulla! Your life is here! Your parents offered you this min zmaan, w you didn't want to go! I'm not going to let you move just because of me! 

Abdulla: Meena, haay mb bas 3alashanich! Its for both of us ya3ni! So ba3dain e9eer easy 3alashan I get a good job w chithee w ngdr ntzawaj w madree shnw! 

Meena: Abdulla! Ntzwj? We're only teenagers, shb9eer etha we change our mind ya3ni?

Abdulla: Laa we won't change our mind don't worry! W a7is you'll need me there, so 5ala9 my decision has been made.

I felt so happy, yet sad at the same time! I knew Abdulla always wanted to go study in America for  a year 7ag el jam3at w chithee, bas he never really tried to achieve that dream because he said he didn't want to leave his home. I tried to tell him to go if he wanted it so badly, but he never agreed to leave Bahrain to fulfill his dream.

I hung up on Abdulla, and went to sleep, I knew when I wake up the next day, I would feel slightly better, almost as if I forgot all my life's troubles, and I could just restart from where I once felt peace and happiness. I'm grateful for my life even at this point, and if you asked me if I wanted to be someone else, I would say, I never wanted to be anyone in my life, expect for maybe to live my mother's life once. Everything happens for a reason.

The next day: 

I decided to ask the girls if we could have another outing today, since now I know my time with them is less than ever, and I need to be break the news to them that we would be moving in 3 weeks. 

Bbm group chat with Dana, Maysa&Bayan;

Meena: You guys! Want to do something todayy?

May(Maysa): Ee okay yalla, bas waain?

Dayna(Dana): Come to my house? Klmn by6l3 elyoum, so we'll have the whole house all to ourselves!

Bayan: Ee okayy! Let's all go to Dana's house 5ala9?

Meena: Yeaah, we'll all be there in an hour, like 11:30?

Dayna: Ee okay, yalla get ready and come. Let's have a sleepover as well, okay?

May: Ee okay! 

So I went and got ready, brought all my sleepover and swimming things, since we're going to swim. Dana's house is the biggest of us all since she has the most siblings, four brothers and three sisters. Including her they're eight. Her house has a  a gazebo,big outdoor pool and a jacuzzi in their beautiful garden. Her house is like one of those picture perfect houses, beautifully furnished, painted perfectly, and has a pool and garden which are to die for. Mashallah! 

At Dana's:

We were sitting by the pool, tanning, listening to music, drinking iced tea and eating fruits. We were having so much fun I didn't wanna ruin the moment, so I decided to spill the news later. After tanning, we swam in the clear blue pool. We were able to be as loud as we want since none of Dana's siblings or parents were at home.  At around 1:30 pm we each took a shower and then headed downstairs to eat our lunch that was waiting for us on the kitchen counter. 

By the time we finished having lunch it was 2:45. We went to the gazebo updated each other about our lives. We got comfortable in the gazebo and Dana brought her ipod for music.

Dana: Yalla you guys, who's gonna update us first?

Maysa updated us first, then Bayan did, and then everyone's face turned to me, as if they could tell I was hiding something.

Dana: Yalla meena! Your turn! :D

Bayan&Maysa: Ee yalla Meena! 

Meena: I'm moving. 

Bayan: Moving where? To another house?

Maysa: You're not gonna live next door to Abdulla anymore?!


Meena: No, I'm moving to another country, to America.

Dana: WHAT?! 

Maysa: Huh? Your moving?

Bayan: Laa laa Meena, don't joke around like this! You're not being serious 9a7? 

They all looked at me, as if pleading me to stop joking around with them, but deep down, they all knew I was being serious.

Meena: I'm moving in less then 3 weeks.

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What does Baba want to tell us that can't wait 'til later? I just hope it isn't bad news, I don't think I'd be able to handle it. I still haven't fully recovered from my mother's death. More bad news would just break me.
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Chapter 3:


After 10 straight minutes of just staring at the tv, we were all waiting for my father to come back, and let us know what was going on. My heart beats kept increasing, and I almost thought I would faint. I know this is a bit of overreaction for just hearing baba say that he needed to talk to us, but when you lose someone that you once valued so much, you really do learn to follow the motto: 


Hope for the best, just don't expect it! 


Maybe as time passes, I'll somehow get used to this reaction, but for now, this is what scares me the most, loosing my father too. Losing my mother was hard enough, and I could've sworn she was recovering from the cancer amazingly well, otherwise the doctors wouldn't have released her from the hospital. I'm guessing that it was her time to pass away, I just hope my dad's time is further than now, because, as I said before, any bad news will really break me...


Yes, at first I was suspecting my mother's dead, as in why she did she die. A few months before she passed away, she was recovering from cancer perfectly,and she even came back to Bahrain happier than ever. I don't even know why she had to go to America again, all my parents told me was that it was another one of her check-ups...


My dad came back to the 9ala, and sat down with a huge sigh. Looking at my dad, I see a man that I'm always going to consider my king!<3 He worked so hard to raise our family, and provide us with the best of everything, but he still had time for us, and spent time with us at least twice a week. Fasial was a younger copy of my dad. My dad's skin is tanned, a natural tan that he is so proud of. My dad has big black eyes, and he is really tall mashallah! He has dark black hair, with soft curls, but it was turning into salt and pepper hair over time. 


My dad's eyes are his special feature. His eyes always gleam, as if he still has his mischievous ways that he used to have when he was younger. You can tell a lot by just looking at a person's eyes. My dad's eyes always held another look inside them, as if he carried secrets that he wouldn't want to reveal to anyone, and if the secrets were to be known, our lives might just turn upside down. 


Faisal finally broke the silence.


Fasial: Yuba shga3d e9eer?


Baba: Laa wla shay 7abeeby! Bas lazim a7acheekm bil mawthoo'3 !


Dalia: Ee tra fahmna! Bas yuba ga3deen nn6er sa3a! 


Dalia, like me, suspected our mother's death. She always said to me that she saw our mom happier in those last few months than in any other months. As if she had finally released all the stress that she was holding inside of her, she passed away. I'm sure it's bothering her, but I know she trusts us to live it the way she would want us to. I sure do miss my mother, but now, I think, she's in a much better place without feeling the pain she did when she was alive.


Dalia also thought there was another secret in the family that no one but Mama and Baba knew of. We hardly ever kept secrets from each other, but somehow I learned to expect the unexpected by now.


My dad started talking.


Baba: Inzain, we're going to move.


Dalia&I: To a new house?


Baba: No, we're moving to the States.


Faisal,Talal,Dalia&I: WHAT?!


Oh.
My.
God.


Talk about shocking. We've always lived in Bahrain and never talked about moving to the States. We visited my mother's family there or went there on holiday.


Meena: Baba you're kidding right?


Baba: Laa, this isn't a joke.


Dalia: But Baba all our friends our here and we got to school here.


Talal: Baba kil 7ayatna mni! We can't just leave!


Baba: You'll start a new life there. Faisal's going to university there anyways and the 3 of you will make new friends and go to a new school.


I couldn't say anything. I thought he was kidding at first, but now I know he is extremely serious about this. The question is why are we moving? Well I'm not gonna know unless I ask.


Meena: Baba why are we moving in the first place?


Baba: My work requires me to move and so you will be moving with me.


Dalia: Bs Baba we can live with Mama Maryam. 


Meena: Ee Baba! I'm sure she wouldn't mind.


Baba: Laa. Klkm btyoon m3ay.


Dalia&I: Fine.


I ran out of the 9ala and headed straight to my room. I locked the door and jumped under my bed sheets and cried my eyes out. 

Why me? Why does my life have to have all these bad events? I understand that life isn't fair, but this is just too much. Now I would be away without my friends or family that I grew up with. 


I dug my face into my pillow and screamed at the top of my lungs to let out everything that's bottled inside of me. Please let this only be a nightmare. 


What's gonna happen between my friends and I? What about Abdulla and I? I mean, I don't believe in long distance relationships and don't think they last. I need to talk to him, the only person that I can talk to right now.


I decided that I should call him.


I dialed his number and waited for him to pick up.


Abdulla: Alo Meena.


I tried my best to not show him that I was crying but I couldn't and so I sobbed through the phone.


Meena: H-hello 


Abdulla: Meena! Shfeech? Why are you crying 7beebty?


Meena: Abood! 


Abdulla: Shh! Don't cry. Calm down, take a deep breath, and talk when you're ready.


I did what he told me to do and started talking.


Meena: Abdulla, I'm moving.


Abdulla: To a new house? We're not gonna be neighbors anymore?


Meena: That's what I thought, but we're moving to America.


There was a long silence.


Meena: Abdulla? Are you there?


Abdulla: Ee Meena ana mni. Inzain, do you know why you're moving?


Meena: Baba igool it's because of 'work', but I don't think that's the real reason.


Abdulla: Laish?


Meena: Madri, bs work would've made him move from before. Why all out of a sudden do they want him to move?


Abdulla: Meena ymkin it is work, don't jump to conclusions. Don't make your life more complicated than it is. Don't over think.


Meena: Okay. Anyways, what's gonna happen to us?


Abdulla: Nothing will happen 7beebty.


Meena: Abdulla you know how I feel about long distance relationships. I don't think you can have a relationship without seeing each other and only talk to each other through a screen.


Abdulla: We'll make it work.


Meena: Abdulla...


I took a deep breath and forced myself to speak.


Meena: I think we need to end this, us.


Abdulla: ...