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Previously:
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: ...
Also, please vote for us on http://cashmerepoison.blogspot.com/, entry #8: Just a Touch of Hope. You can only vote on the web version.
Thank you x
------------------------
Previously:
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: ...
