Part Two..

Where we stopped off ....
"The profile is fake, look I used a fake first name, and fake last name."
"But you have pics !"
"Well allah y3afi the internet! Some of the net o the others of me, bas ma abayen, so it looks real."
"Shallah 7adich!"
"Its just for fun.............................." (
(Sh-hal Halaga)) was all I could think about..


She had used the name Sara Al Ahmad ..
And used pictures that resembled a girl we knew,
If she hadn't told me and I had stumbled upon her fake profile by coincedence
I wouldn't have thought it was fake law shino!
I watched her from the corner of my eye..
Typing away into her laptop day after day, giggling endlessly.
My friends turned a blind eye to her as I did,
"Kaif-ha.. malna sheghel feeeha"
Shaikha would say whenever Reem started ..
"Haw hathi men9ejha.. "
she would exclaim..
"Wain ga3deen Fake Profile!"
"Sh-hal halaga !"
Wetkalem FLAN o Flan mennah !
"Law Flan Okhooch BTERTHAIN?"
.......Flan was Reem's high school crush.
She decided not to go to Texas A&M ..
and study Handasa at KU because he didn't get a bi3tha.

My friends didnt like Noora..
Neither did I really..
But I was her host.. in a way
.. I had to stay home with her,
when the girls were out having fun cruising o makan lehom khelg-ha..

"Tfashil, wayid 3ainha zaygha" they'd say.
One day , while we were sitting 3al pool, Noora & I talking about our Universities
she decided to show me a few pictures of her apartment and life in London.
She brought her laptop, and handed it to me.
I looked through the pictures making remarks about how incredibly messy her apartment was when suddenly, an IM box popped up on the right corner of the toolbar.

"Zaid Al K : Hii , shloonich ?" it read..
(Zaid? .. Zaid Al K? Deema's friend? The Zaid who sat next to me last year at Dee's graduation!)
I handed her the laptop, but she gave it back to me,
"La la , 7egree" she said..
"Hes one of the guys I met on Facebook as Sara ! "
"Maleeq ! 3alaih 7anna mo 6ABEE3IYA!" "3a6aitah wayh one day and he thinks we're friends now" she explained..
I went quiet. How dare she?
She adds people, messes around then treats them like as if hum khadam 3endaha ?
Eventually, I talked to him.
Biggest mistake of my life.
Talking to him as Sara.
He told me meshakla, o wanasta.
He was one of the funniest people I had talked to.
Noora left for the UK.
I stopped talking to Zaid.
Two weeks later, I went to Kempinski (now Seashell Resort - wats up with that)
with my family and Alaa.
Alaa is probably my closest friend.
Its true I haven't known her for a long time, but I can trust her with my life. We stay in all day, net7asaha el halaga.
Then walk out at night, sit at the beach and get the last slices of carrot cake from Second Cup as it closed at 12.
That night, we couldnt go to sleep.
We talked about everything, Alaa & I . We talked about graduating, leaving, marrige, our practically dead love lifes.
Alaa had a boyfriend. Nezar. I hated Nezar.
He was Alaa's first 6ab3an. He knew her younger brother, but was her age.
He had graduated and was getting ready to leave for Univeristy.
He wasnt good enough from Alaa.
Alaa came from a well known family, while he came from a middle class broken home.
They came from different backgrounds, their families wouldnt allow it no matter what.
So why waste your time in a relationship if you knew it was doomed, Id tell her.
Not knowing what I was getting myself into.
We stayed up until 7am , when Second Cup opened.
We walked in , ordering sandwiches men fayr allah.
I turned, and I saw him. Was it Zaid? It was him! With another guy.
He was wearing yellow Crocs. I hate Crocs..
I hate the color yellow.
I turned again, and paid for our order and left.
He wasnt there that night, or the next day.
I was so excited , and anxious to see him for some reason, shako ?!
I went back to our chalet, got out my laptop, and signed into Noora's fake account.
He was blocked as were half the guys on her list.
6ab3an the whole list is guys, mako wala bint. 3a9abt.
Shako she blocks him b3ad. I found Zaid online from his mobile.
"Sarah Al Ahmed: Zaiid! .............................
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.... (5 minutes later) ................................
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Zaid : Sarah ! where were you! Kent a7ateech , are you okay!
Sarah Al Ahmed : Umm yeah. Zaid were you eb Kempinski ams?
Zaid : Why ! Are you there?
Sarah : Yeah.. were you ? Zaid : Ee !! Ma shiftich !
Sarah : I didnt go out wayed..
Zaid : Weya mino entay hnaak?
Sarah : Family
Zaid : Agdar arja3?
Sarah : Umm why ?
Zaid : Bashoofich !
Sarah : Ah 9erna hailag? Btshoofni men b3eed? 9ert 3ubaid ent o ana shoogoo?
Zaid: Meno 3ubaid? O meno Shougo?
Sarah: Madri, layeg 3alaihom ywa3doon men b3eed lai b3eed ! ;p
Zaid : Hehe khablah WALA ennich khablah!
Sarah : Ma khabal ghairek w UR YELLOW CROCS !
Zaid : 9ebray 9ebray.. The yellow crocs ma lebast-hom ella mara ! Right before we checked out! kent nazil men el sayara o my flipflops menga63een Fa I wore maloot my friend ! I only wore them to second cup ! You werent eb second cup!
Sarah : Zaid, Lazim agoolek shay..
Zaid : .. so tell me?
Sarah : magdar I have to log off now..
Zaid : Please sara goolelee ! Kani mesakt el highway! Yay ana now !
Sarah : Wai3 latsawi film!
Zaid : Ur a guy?
Sarah : Shako :S ?
Zaid: Madri , maybe thats what you want to tell me !
Sarah : .. Have to go.. Z
aid : Call me ? Explain ? Wghalat ahli mani em2atheech, you know me .. mani hailigi. wallah shayif khair :p .

.............. I called.. and explained.
He listened.
I expected him to get pissed.
I turn, to find him talking into the phone..
Talking to me .
He looks at his feet smiling, and leaves.
I went home..
Friday.. I go to AlSalhiya with my Aunt.
We walk into American Retro.
Shes trying out that grey top in the dressing room.
Hes outside.
Im in shock, I walk out.
Hes in a dishdasha. Hes flustered !
Cigarette at the tips of his fingers.
wathi7 metwatir..
Masik deshdashta..
That maska I love. His eyes.
Im mesmerized.
His weakness adds to my self esteem.
and I build up the courage to ask..
"Shloonik"
"Zain, heh....Shakhbarich"
We make small talk.
I tell him he shouldnt smoke.
He smiles.
He smokes some more.
I tell him be6agag.
Ne9a7tik.
You're the one who's dying mo ana and smile.
He smiles harder.
Y6afi Zegarta..
He leaves. I leave. That night..
I ask him, Not to call me again..
That its wrong..
Ygoli mafeha shay..
He says he could be one of the guys I go to highschool with..
I tell him, but I know he isn't.. so its wrong...

Grand Opening..

I am not new to the blogsphere, as I have been lurking around several blogs for years now. 3umri ma tekhayalt enna I would be opening my own blog one day, as well .. I never thought I had anything I wanted to say.. Which isnt true.. not at all.
For years now I've been leading two seperate lives. I hate the fact that I have to do so, and God knows I personally disapprove of it. Im a goody-two shoes, that comes from a family that is very "people" cautious. I don't mean religious.. bas "3aib" played a big role in each of my sisters, and brother's live growing up. I hate not having someone to trust fully.. bas Ive learned that its best this way, bas ham mo zain.. keeping it all bottled in.. so this will be my own personal therapy sessions..
You'll help keep me on my feet ;p and advise me well ! I hope !

We met online.
as CORNY as that sounds.


My friends and I decided to take a summer class during 9aif 07.
Our families left to their yearly summer destinations while we slowly cooked in Kuwait.
Noora, a distant Emarati relative who studies abroad came to visit.
We all decided, ba3ad 7anna o rannah , to rent a chalet in Hilton.
Then maybe bya36e our bland summer 6a3am shway..

One day, I decided to skip my class and sleep in while my friends went to Uni.
When I woke up, I found Noora typing away at her laptop.
"Shetsaween?"
"Facebook"
"What??"
"Facebook! Im replying to my facebook messages!"
"Oh, Facebook. That thing.. elli they were talking about ? Nafs Hi5 bas athrab 3ala golat-hum?"
"Um..Yeah! Its not a thing, yal thing ! Its a website.Laish ? Ma3indich account?"
"Nope, ana mo thak elzood with technology. MSN w bil yallah"
"Enzain come see.."
I approached Noora and saw that she was replying to several .. very attractive guys!"
"HAW HAW ! Hathail Kuwaitiyeen! Hatha Weyay Bel Jam3a!"
"Yeah, 7adhom mayteen 3alay hahahaha , tarahom khfaf"
"Ma9adig! Shlon ga3da trideen 3alaihom!"
"The profile is fake, look I used a fake first name, and fake last name."
"But you have pics !"
"Well allah y3afi the internet! Some of the net o the others of me, bas ma abayen, so it looks real."
"Shallah 7adich!"
"Its just for fun.............................."

((Sh-hal Halaga)) was all I could think about..