Chapter 9

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Oh joy, it's the account about me! I went on the profile and decided to stalk their tweets and see what they said about me. Around 15 minutes later, I got another Twitter notification. It was from the same account, except this time it was a mention. I wonder what they want. I tapped on the Connect widget and saw the mention. It said, "Follow back." I contemplated whether I should follow them or not, and after a while I thought, nothing's gonna happen if I follow back. So I followed back. Minutes later, I received another notification, from the same hate account. Ugh. This time it was a DM. 

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@MeenaScandal: Hi!:D 

@Meenaxo: Shtaby/een ? 

@MeenaScandal: Elnas ysalmoon awal shay tra. 

@Meenaxo: Min 9ijk/ch? You want me to be nice to you?

@MeenaScandal: Ee ya3ni ana ma achoof inha mishkila tra! :D 

@Meenaxo: E7lf. 

@MeenaScandal: Walla. 

I stopped answering because this conversation wasn't going anywhere and I'm not going to waste my time talking to some lifeless person. I decided to talk to the girls and plan something to do with them tomorrow.

On Whatsapp: 

Meena: Hello girls:* 

Dayna: HII YA A7LA MEENA FLDNYA!!

May: Omg. Hyper mood again. Please, la.

Bayan: Hey hey!

Dayna: Meena shfeech?

Meena: Aaah min a7een shfeeni?

May: Eewa ya meena eewa. Min a7een. 

Bayan: Chub May. 

May: Inshala. 

Meena: Let's do something today? And have a sleepover!

Dayna: EEEE OKAY OMG. 6l3oony min elbait shway. Wansoony shway. Tra ga3da amoot min elmalal la2na klkm madree sh9ar feekm mara wa7da bismella 3alaikm w ana ya3ni ma3ndi a7ad w chithee. Fahamtaw shloon. 

Bayan: A7een entay dana chub ba3ad. 

May: CHFTAY SHLOON T3AMLNA HAL BNYA. I7na msakeeen!

Meena: Sht5arb6oon?

Bayan: Hay ely aby afhm. 

Meena: Yalla bas chub w elyoum ta3alaw baity at 1 w nroo7 movie ba3dain nrd elbait and then all of you are sleeping over.

Bayan: Ee okay 5ala9 :* 

May: Min el7lwa ely btmrny?

Dayna:....

Bayan:...

Meena:....:)

May: Ma7d?:( Inzain 3yal ma bayeey:(</3.

Dayna: AFFA 3ALAAICH. ANA BAYEEY 5ALA9. BE READY AT 12:45 WLA BA2KLICH INZAIN. 

May: Thanks dooodooo el7lwa.

Dayna: Hahaha:$ 

Bayan: Inzain bas chub agool.

Meena: Sktaw aby anam. 

And after a while I got a phone call in my phone from an unknown number and I decided to pick up the phone...

....: Halla 

It was a guy and I voice that I recognized...

Meena: Min m3ay.

....: Affa elnas ysalmoon awal shay agoolich ana.

Meena: Now we switched to phone calls? 

....: Ee!

Meena: Tra wayed tnarfz. 

....: Affaa! *chuckles*

Meena: Agool chna 36aitak wayh? 

I hung up on him and went straight to bed. This is too much for a day.

The next day

Ahh this is the first time I sleep without waking up in the middle of the night! I leaned over to grab my phone and I noticed that it's 12:45 and the girls are going to be here soon. I rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face, and shower. When I left the bathroom I found the girls flipping through magazines on my bed. 

Dana: Meeeeeenaa! Missed me?

Meena: Danaynay! Of course I missed you yal 5bla!

Maysa: W i7na malna rab?

Meena: Mn gal? A9lan ana a7ibkm waaaayed! Bs abeekm i6l3oon 3shan abadl.

Bayan: 5osh 6arda.

After they left, I stared at my closet not knowing what to wear. 5 minutes later, I settled for a pair of black leggings, a white tank top and wore an unbuttoned washed denim shirt and folded the sleeves.

I left my room and hoped that today would be a better day and that the stalker freak wouldn't do anything.

Chapter 8

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Incoming call Miriam

I wonder why she's calling. I just saw her yesterday. 

Meena: Hello?

Miriam: Hey Meena.

Meena: Hi there Mimi.

Miriam: Umm, Meena, I have to tell you something.

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Meena: I'm all ears! 

Miriam: Umm...Okay, you know ena I'm not a judgmental person w whenever I hear something from someone, I let them know straight away especially if they're my best friends w I try to stop the rumors w klshay bas you know how fast news spreads in a tiny island like Bahrain. 

Meena: *sigh* Ee a3arf Miriam, trust me a3arf...

Miriam: Allah ysa3dich bas!

Meena: Inzain Mimi, goolay shsalfa?

Miriam: Fee wa7da msaywa this Twitter account for hate against you and Abdulla. W tabi tf'9a7km. Ana sawait report span million mara bas it's not being suspended. I'm just warning you in case someone says something about it and it gets to your brothers.

Meena: Oh my god,what is it with people these days? Fake accounts? Seriously, they'd really do anything they can to hurt others. 

Miriam: Don't let it get to you Meena and we know that your family's gonna be okay with your relationship with Abdulla so don't let this take up your mind.

Meena: Ee adree...well anyways thank you Mimi! Love you! Byee! 

Miriam: Yalla bye 7abeebty!

Ending call...

Abdulla: Ha shtabe?

Meena: Wla shay, bs something stupid.

Abdulla: Inzain goolay? 

Meena: Uff. Fee wa7da msawya fake account 3any w tnsher rumors 3an our relationships. Well they're not really rumors bs still. Shd5lha ehya? El mishkila Faisal w Talal may3arfoon 3na 7ta law 3ady ya3ni...

Abdulla: 5alha twaly thy! A7een aridich elbait w ngool l'5wanich!

Meena: Ee okay *sigh*

Abdulla: Lat5aleehm y5arboon mazajich! Ma ystahloon walla! 

Meena: 9a7 kalamik! Yalla nrid elbait?

Abdulla: Yalla!

After a ride full of silence, excluding the Lana Del Rey's purring voice singing Burning Desire in the background, we reached home. Ahh that was soothing. Listening to Lana relaxes me for some odd reason. 

Abdulla: Kaa wa9lana! 

Meena: W9lana bsr3a!

Abdulla: Mhmm. 

Meena: Yalla 5alna ndsh! 

Enters the house...

Meena: TALAAAAAAL! 

Talal: Na3aam?

Meena: Ta3al! Abdulla's here!

Talal enters the kitchen

Talal: Halla hallaa! Shloonik, sha5barik! 

Abdulla: Ent tawik chayfny el 9b7! *laughing*

Talal: Can't I miss you?

Abdulla: La 7beeby, you can miss me all you want.

Meena: W again with the ignoring. 

Talal: Ohh entay minii!

Meena: La e7lf 3ad Talal. Inzain, tra e7na mini 3ashan ngoolik shay, mb 3ashan njabil wayhik.

Talal: Inzain goolay shsalftkm

Abdulla: Meena roo7ay, ana bat7acha wya talal w banadeech b3dain.

Meena just stood there w raised her eyebrows, bas she left and went to her room to freshen up and rest while they spoke.

20 minutes later...

Meena woke up from a phone call, which she knew was Abdulla, so she went downstairs and as she took each step toward the kitchen, she was praying to God that Talal would be fine with her and Abdulla, because she knew if her own twin didn't accept this relationship, then nobody would and this would be the end of it. 

Abdulla: Akaa elsleeping beauty w9lt :)

Meena: Chub! I'm so tired.

Talal: Meena ta3aly wyaay 7jrty w Abdulla eg3d minii, bnrj3 3gb dgeegtain.

Abdulla: Inshallah

In Talal's room

Talal: So Meena, entay wya Abdulla? 

Meena: Umm...ee

Talal: Hahaha ma3arf shlon ygdar e7ibich intay!

Meena: W shfeeny ana?

Talal: Salamtich.

Meena: So you're okay with this?

Talal: Ee! Abdulla 5oosh rayal w mtrby 3adl. Why didn't you tell me before?

Meena: Madri?

Talal: Anyways, Allah y5aleekm l'b3'6 w inshallah fl mstaqbal bttzwjon btyboon yahil isma Talal.

Meena: Aaa Talal yahil min a7een? I'm only 15, you know. W itha ybna yahil mn gal bnsami Talal?

Talal: Entay bas chub w 7mday rabich ina ana okay.

Meena: Ga3da a7md raby! 

Talal: Inzain yalla n6l3 wla n5alee 7abeeb galbich yn6r akthar?

Meena: CHUB TALAL.

Talal: Hahah achoof Meena tst7y! 

Meena: Talal shgltlik tawny? Chub.

In the Kitchen

Abdulla: Yalla Talal ana baroo7!

Talal: Aaa shd3wa Abood eg3d wyana shway w ba3ad ta3al n6lb akil 7gna w elprincess el wyana.

Meena: Laish youm ely yaboony, yabook ent ba3ad aby afham?:)

Talal: Chft shloon Meena  wyana flbait? *laughing*

Abdulla: La la mar'9a 3laiha =))

We spent the rest of the night together and then I excused myself and went up to my room. I placed my phone on my bedside table and changed into my pjs and then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash up. After I was done, I got into my bed and under my cold sheets. I love having my room cold just so I can snuggle up under the covers. I reached over and grabbed my iPhone from my table and noticed that I had a Twitter notification.

 Oh joy, it's the account about me! I went on the profile and decided to stalk their tweets and see what they said about me. Around 15 minutes later, I got another Twitter notification. It was from the same account, except this time it was a mention. I wonder what they want. I tapped on the Connect widget and saw the mention. It said, "Follow back." I contemplated whether I should follow them or not, and after a while I thought, nothing's gonna happen if I follow back. So I followed back. Minutes later, I received another notification, from the same hate account. Ugh. This time it was a DM. 

Chapter 7

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Here it goes..

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

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Chapter 7:

I couldn't decide if I should tell my dad or not, I know Baba has so much trouble in his life and I should know that hiding this secret from us isn't easy. I have this feeling that this isn't the last secret we would discover, but I'd rather feel my dad's pain instead of him. 

Baba: What is it?

Meena: La never mind Baba. See you at home.

Baba: Ma3a el salama.

I hung up but I wasn't ready to go back home just yet, I had to do something to get this out of my system, and usually in situations like this, I would go to Abdulla, but he was busy now, so I decided to do something different before heading back home. I decided to go shopping in order to forget about reality for a while. While shopping, I ran into a childhood friend of mine, Miriam Al Flani. Before Dana, Maysa, Bayan and I were best friends, Miriam was, still is, one of my best friends.

Miriam looks like a typical Arabic girl, only she doesn't act like one. She has long, thick black hair that reaches her waist, and naturally tanned skin. Her eyes are big and brown that sparkle. Miriam has a nose that suits her face perfectly, long and thin. She has a fit body, not too skinny and not too chunky. Miriam doesn’t care about designers and fashion isn’t the most important thing in her life. She doesn’t wear a single drop of makeup, if she does, it would be a special occasion like a wedding or party, and even then it would be simple, just some blush, mascara and lipstick. She believes in the saying, “more is less”. Miriam is not judgmental and she will listen to a person before she judges them. She is also open-minded since she has lived abroad for quite some time, which is the reason we lost touch.

I asked Miriam to join me for lunch and she agreed.

Meena: I can’t believe you’re here! I didn’t even know you were back!

Miriam: Hahaha, I didn’t tell anyone I was back. I reckoned you were all gone for the summer.

Meena: Nope all the girls are here.

Miriam: We should hang out together soon!

Meena: Definitely. So how’s London?

Miriam: It’s GREAT! I love it there bs, honestly, it’s no Bahrain.

Meena: They say home is where the heart is, so do you have anyone you’ve been meaning to see? ;) Other than me of course, e7m e7m.

Miriam: LOL. Maybe, maybe not, we shall find out soon.

Meena: Oooh Miriam’s got a crush.

Miriam: I never said so. Anyways, enough about me, are you still with Abdulla?

Meena: Yup, and things have never been better. I couldn’t ask for a better guy el 7mdilla.

Miriam: Aw, you guys are the cutest couple.

Meena: Hehehe, I know. How long are you staying here for?

Miriam: I’m gonna be leaving on the second day of Eid if I’m not wrong.

Meena: We’ve got time, I guess. Oh yeah, I’m moving to the States this summer.

Miriam: YOU’RE KIDDING AREN’T YOU?!

Meena: I wish. It’s okay though, at least I’ll have Abdulla. He’s moving as well. The girls are supposed to visit, and so should you!

Miriam: Of course I will!

Meena: Before I leave, we have to have a sleepover and it has to be the craziest we’ve ever had!

Miriam: Lazem! Anyways, I have to go now but I’ll talk to you on bbm.

Meena: Bye babe!

I went home feeling better than I did. I’m glad I went shopping because I got some new clothes, caught up with Miriam and took my mind off that stupid file.

I went back home to see Dalia, my sister, and how she was dealing after the rough day we all had. 

Meena: I'M HOME! 

Faisal: Laish lazim you shout ya3ni Meena? 

Meena: KAIFYYY 

Talal entered at that very moment and laughed at Faisal and I's bickering

Meena: You guys wain Dalia?

Talal: Madree, ehya ba3ad 6la3at gabil shway

Faisal: Ee bas wain?

Talal: Madree

And at this very moment, Dalia chooses to make her famous entrance.

Dalia: I'M HOME

Faisal: LAISH LAZIM YOU AND MEENA SHOUT?

We all started laughing at Faisal's facial expression and made fun of how he complains too much about all the little things in life. It's moments like this that I love about my family. 

Dalia and I decided to go upstairs to our rooms and talk about what happened today. 

Dalia: So ana 6ala3t w I looked over the file w it's the exact location she told us she would be in, bas it doesn't mention ay shay about her having cancer or anything like that.

Meena: Y3ni baba and mama lied about mama having cancer? Laish?

Dalia: El9ara7a ana broo7y ma3arf but she didn't die min cancer.

Meena: Tra el9ara7a I don't believe this lai7een! Ya3ni why would they lie about how she died?

Dalia: There could be something on, you know. Mama did live in America before marrying Baba so maybe this has something to do with her past?

Meena: Yeah you're right, w el9ara7a we're not going to find out anything any time soon unless we ask or go investigate broo7na...

Dalia: Walla madree shrayach we leave this for another day?

Meena: Okay yalla goodnight! 

I stood up and hugged my sister and left my room to doze into my dream world. 

The Next Day...

I woke up startled from the dream I was having and picked my phone up since it was ringing...

Abdulla was calling 

Abdulla: Good morning sunshine!

Meena: Morning!

Abdulla: How are you feeling?

Meena: Okay el 7mdilla, you?

Abdulla: I'm fine as long as you are. Shrayich we change this okay to a great? 

Meena: Sure, what do you have in mind?

Abdulla: Come over and then we can decide if we wanna do something.

Meena: Okay. Gimme a few minutes and I'll be right over!

Abdulla: Yalla na6rich. Bye!

Meena: Bye!

I headed towards my closet and decided to wear a loose light black and white striped sweater with a pair of bright red jeggings. I then went to Dalia's room to let her know that I was going out. When I went downstairs, I found Faisal and Talal having their breakfast at the dining table. When they spotted me, Faisal started his usual questioning.

Faisal: 3ala wain inshallah?

Meena: Well good morning to you to!

Faisal & Talal: 9aba7 el 5airr

Meena: 9aba7 el noor!

Faisal: Yalla goolay, wain ray7a?

Meena: Bait Abdulla.

Faisal: Ay Abdulla ba3ad?

Meena: Abdulla our neighbor?

Talal: Yalla bawa9lich w asalim 3alaih. Mn ziman 3ana.

Meena: Okay.

Faisal: You're not gonna have breakfast?

Meena: Laa batryag mnak.

Faisal: Inzain.

Talal: Yalla bnamshy.

As we were walking over to Abdulla's house, Talal and I just talked about random things and then we got quiet but not the awkward kind of quiet but the nice kind of quiet. When we got there I pulled out my phone to call Abdulla to let him know that we were outside. A minute later the door opened and Abdulla greeted us.

Abdulla: Halla halla shlonik Talal mn ziman 3anik.

Talal: Halla wallah. Int ilee matyee 3ndna w ma nchoofk

Abdulla: T3arf imt7anat w 7ala

Talal: Ee wallah

Meena: A9lan 3adi, I like being ignored.

Abdulla: Haha. wla yhimich. Hala b Meena, shlonich?

Meena: Zaina el 7mdilla.

Talal: Yalla ana mashy.

Abdulla: 7ayak ig3d 3ndina.

Talal: El mara el yaya inshallah. M3a el salama.

Abdulla: Allah ysalmik.

After Talal left we headed inside and we sat in the downstairs living room. We sat down and Abdulla switched on the tv. That's when my stomach started to decided to grumble.

Meena: Nisait! 7addy yo3ana!!

Abdulla *while laughing*: Shlon nsaitay inch yo3ana?

Meena: Madri. Food is my one and only love!

Abdulla: E7m, w ana wain r7t?

Meena: Sorry to burst your bubble bs food is better than you.

Abdulla: Okay Meena.

Meena: Inzain ana gltlk ini yo3ana so you can feed me not just tease me.

Abdulla: 3ayal goomay msaween nutella crepes w fe strawberries w bananas.

Meena: Yum! My fave! 

Abdulla brought me the crepes with the sliced strawberries and bananas on the side as I sat down on one of the high chairs at the bar. 

Meena: You know why I love coming over to your house? Because you have such good food.

Abdulla: Mhmm. Our cook's the best.

Meena: How are you not fat?

Abdulla: Fe shay isma gym w working out to stay fit. 

Meena: Ugh exercise.

That's when I remembered that I didn't tell Baba that I'm out, so I sent him a quick message letting him know that I'm at Abdulla's just in case none of my siblings told him.

We stayed in the kitchen until I finished having my breakfast and then we moved back into the living room. We spent most of the day there just joking around, watching shows, and catching up. At night we decided to take the car for a spin and grab some dinner. Abdulla doesn't have his license or his own car but it isn't so hard to get the driver's car. Car rides with Abdulla are the best. We blast the music so loud and sing, more like scream, our lungs out like a couple of drunks. After driving around for two hours we grabbed ourselves some dinner and continued dooring around for an hour or so and that's when we calmed down and lowered the volume of the music. We talked about silly stuff and this moment felt so perfect just like any moment spent with Abdulla. I love hanging out with him because he makes me forget all the troubles in life no matter how big or small they are. Abdulla was gonna drop me back home and then my phone started ringing. 

Incoming call Miriam

I wonder why she's calling. I just saw her yesterday. 

Meena: Hello?

Miriam: Hey Meena.

Meena: Hi there Mimi.

Miriam: Umm, Meena, I have to tell you something.