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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8AQH4yeyp7ImA9WhRWFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026250969690376080</id><updated>2012-01-03T07:00:41.093-08:00</updated><title>Lovers In Dubai</title><subtitle type="html">Where love sparkles blindly</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026250969690376080/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Lovers In Dubai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077674156650725222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XNj8QIIQN9g/SbYuPP3wJhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nG5H-Cj8YBs/S220/Love_is____by_Kelsea_Kismet.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LoversInDubai" /><feedburner:info uri="loversindubai" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYNRHY4cSp7ImA9WhdQFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026250969690376080.post-5571980359944878485</id><published>2011-08-16T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T21:09:55.839-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T21:09:55.839-07:00</app:edited><title>A Year Has Passed</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello Everyone&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's me. I AM indeed alive.
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&lt;br /&gt; I know I've abandoned this blog and you guys for a year and a couple of months. I'm terribly sorry, but you know reality knocked on my door and I was back to my busy life of University, friends and family.
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&lt;br /&gt;The other day I discovered that one of my cousins reads my stories and was ADDICTED to it, and I confessed to her that I am indeed the owner of this blog. She went ballistic LOL, ("A" if you're read this, I love you lol) And because of her I decided to get back here and see how's everything going.
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&lt;br /&gt;It's so amazing how for almost 3 years people have been reading my stories and everyday I have a new fan! I love you guys.
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&lt;br /&gt;I want to give a shout-out to my two favorite fans that I don't even know if they check my blog anymore (Naturala and Starlight) you guys were my inspiration.
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&lt;br /&gt;I swear for the past two days I went back and read both my stories. It was so much fun, I felt like a reader and not a writer which was so entertaining. I myself kind of forgot my stories and reading them again oh gosh I was squealing and jumping from excitement I kind of didn't believe I wrote those stories!
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&lt;br /&gt;Reading my stories I was very in love with "Simply Haya" I realized how much I was better at it as a writer. But I was quite disappointed with myself from the ending. You all deserved a much better ending and I'm sorry I didn't give that to you. It's better to not complete an amazing story rather to end it so fast for no reason.
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&lt;br /&gt;I promised an Epilogue and didn't deliver that promise, even though you guys REALLY deserved an Epilogue. I'm x100000 times SORRY!
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,
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&lt;br /&gt;I love writing! And going back to this blog made me realize that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HEY&lt;/span&gt; I am quite good at! I won't promise you guys anything, but I was writing a story titled "From A to Z" almost half a year ago. I might continue it and post it one day. I might also actually start writing that Epilogue I promised. I don't really know.
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&lt;br /&gt;If any of you guys still passes by my blog, please do comment.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you and I'm terribly sorry!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LID :* &lt;/span&gt;
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But I've been struggling with the ending of Simply Haya so I did what came up to my mind. I made the ending as simple as Haya.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENJOY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Previously ;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because you know Haya that actually I've had someone on my mind lately, someone I actually like .. and do you want to know who she is?" Hamad said cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!" I suddenly said, I even surprised myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Wait! He's about to confess his feelings to me, well I guess that's what he is going to do, then why the hell I'm stopping him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Oh you guys are here" Ghanim barged in interrupting what may have been Hamad's confession to me, and I was glad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I had no idea why I didn't want to hear Hamad's confession, isn't that what I wanted all along? But I guess I was not ready or something... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god you have no idea Ghanim shukran wallah you saved me!" I said breathlessly. "I saved you from what?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think" I said hesitently then swallowed "that Hamad was going to --"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eygolech eneh hoo mu3jab feech?" Ghanim cut me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the point of everything? Didn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; want Hamad? Then why are you avoiding him! You think I'm an idiot? You are making me waste my time helping you "hook up" with him and then you are running away from Hamad sho feech ya Haya? Sho tebain ya Haya? What do you want haa?" Ghanim bit off aggressively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you being like this?" I demanded nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because" Ghanim started to breath heavily. "Because Haya .. I .." He repeated and started rubbing his forehead looking confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sho Ghanim? Sho?" I asked quickly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I had no idea why I really, really wanted to know what he said, I had a feeling that it was going to be important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because .. you know what Haya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;" Ghanim finally said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Qa9dy enna law ent 9dg 5a6eeb Meera you won't be looking at Haya, Meera's friend that way" Abdullah my brother said a bit angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"And how was I looking at Haya?" Ghanim asked coolly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Like you are in love with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;her"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; Abdullah grunted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hessa, Meera and I were all going to gasp, but we held our mouths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"ABDALLAH!! HESSA!!!" I screamed while running down the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"They left" I heard Ghanim say behind me. I quickly looked back at him "Are .. are you sure?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"T'9arabto?" Ghanim suddenly blurted out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I looked at him sarcastically "Of course we did" I sat down hopelessly on the steps of the stairs breathing nervously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Kela ha, kel elah estwah embainkom it's my fault" He said heavily. "I know" I said bluntly. He smirked subtly "I shouldn't have stayed over it was stupid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"You were just there in the wrong time" I sighed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"What could you have done a9ln? Your heater was 5arban" I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Suddenly a guilty expression covered his face. "What .. what's that?" I asked quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"What's what" He said defensley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"You're expression you looked guilty, were you lying" I said in shocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess Abdullah's conspiracies are getting to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Uhh .. lying about what?" He said nervously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Your heater" I said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;can it be possible? Can what Abdullah said be real? That Ghanim just wanted to stay over, to be close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"The heater" I whispered again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I was"-he said calmly-"I .. I lied"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I stood up in shock "Sho lying? Sho qa9dek ana mb fahmah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Maybe .. what your brother said about me, maybe it's ..."-He paused for a moment silently, like he knew he'll regret what he's going to say-"maybe it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I stood there, blanked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; Is he telling me that he really DOES have feelings for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"What what do you mean?" I stared blankly at him. "Don't play dumb" Ghanim whispered. "You damn straight know what I mean"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"La2 I don't" I said nervously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"lat5aleen el maw'9oo3 more uncomfortable" Ghanim said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Uncomfortable? Well you made me feel uncomfortable the last few days and you didn't give a damn!" I almost shrieked. Ghanim held my hand for a second "Calm down" He mumbled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Look my heater wasn't really broken" He then finally confessed. " I just wanted to find a excuse to be closer to you" He said very quietly that I could barely him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; "Sho?" I asked quietly. "Shoofy after our fight at the party"-I interrupted him-"&lt;i&gt;What&lt;/i&gt; fight?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Haya when I saw you with Hamad at the party and then I was cold to you afterwards" He said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; "Yeah?" I said. "Well because when I .. I .. saw you with Hamad I knew I had feelings for you w mabe'3ait a5areb elee bainkom entyy o 7amad bas when I realized you were having doubts about Hamad 3a9bt I wanted to know .."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Know what?" I asked quickly. "Do you want me, or do you want Hamad?" He said seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I stared at him silently,&lt;i&gt; Ghanim the cold Ghanim can have feelings?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Ehh enty don't be quiet!" He quickly said. I tried to smile "I don't know what to say"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"I just want you to answer a simple question, me or Hamad?" He whispered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I gasped, &lt;i&gt;what am I supposed to say?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"I .... I" I stammered. Ghanim looked at me, disappointed. He stood up quickly and started rubbing his head. "You know .. Umm .. forget what I said"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Forget kel shay this ... " He took a deep breath. "This didn't happen, just forget it okay, it's for the best" Ghanim then quickly turned away and was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was so shocked that I couldn't stop him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do I like him? Do I like Ghanim? I have no idea, I never thought of it that way. I was always so obsessed with Hamad, that I ... I forgot that the best thing about chasing Hamad was having Ghanim by my side.  Everytime Ghanim wasn't around I would achingly miss him. Maybe I do like Ghanem, no maybe I loved him. Everytime I was around him, it was like a breathe of fresh air, his smile made me melt, and the twinkle in his hazel eyes could make me die.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of course&lt;/i&gt;, I gasped. &lt;i&gt;It hit me, I've been in love with Ghanim for the longest time that's why I didn't want Hamad to like me, but I .. I'm so dense couldn't figure it out. I ... and now when he, when he confessed to me, I almost turned him down. How could I?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I quickly stood up,&lt;i&gt; I ..... have to&lt;/i&gt;. And I ran, as fast as I can to Ghanim's apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I reached Ghanim's apartment in a couple of minutes and started to knock on his door hysterically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The door finally opened and I could see Ghanim's confused eyes. "Haya?" He murmured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"I ... I .. Ghanim I .. "&lt;i&gt; I tried to get it out, I tried to tell him too afraid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ghanim grinned his famous devilish grin "You love me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What the hell how did he read my mind that arrogant bastard? Oh who cares anyways!&lt;/i&gt; "Yes, yes, I do Ghanim" I smiled widely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"I knew that in a matter of minutes you'd just come running back to me" He smirked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"You ass!" I quickly laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; "I'm still the self-obsessed Ghanim you learned to love" He whispered to my ears and then he slowly kissed my head and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; "I love you too Haya I really really do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;Want to know what happens to Haya and Ghanim next? Don't worry, a short Epilogue coming soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;And also for who wonders why I ended it this way, it's because I thought this would be the only perfect ending! Simple, short and sweet. Besides I've been engrossed into another story I'm working on and it will be based in Dubai, tired of New York you see! And I'm so excited about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;Sorry for the long wait! Please do forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;Yours always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;Stayed tuned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;LID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-2692808912893077427?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hope you like this part!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PREVIOUSLY;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Qa9dy enna law ent 9dg 5a6eeb Meera you won't be looking at Haya, Meera's friend that way" Abdullah said a bit angry. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"And how was I looking at Haya?" Ghanim asked coolly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Like you are in love with &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;her"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; Abdullah grunted.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hessa, Meera and I were all going to gasp, but we held our mouths&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DING DONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abdullah looked at me suspiciously "No 7abeebty I'm gonna open the door" And he quickly did.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who the hell are you?" Abdullah asked rudely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasim stared at him shamelessly "I'm Jasim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing here?" Abdullah asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yaay 3ashn Meera ba3d sho!" Jasim said fed up with all the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha? Laish" Abdullah asked really confused. "THIS IS JUST A MISUNDERSTANDING" I shrieked aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because she's my fiance" Jasim gave the -duh- look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHO?" Abdullah barked. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; JASIM MEERA'S FIANCE " and he pointed to Ghanim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No he's not" Jasim said confused. "That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ghanim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHO?" Abdullah growled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, DAMN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"WHAT?"&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Abdullah roared aggressively. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"OK" Meera suddenly said. We all looked at her. "I'm fed up with all this nonsense we're leaving"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Who's we're?" I asked quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Me and Jasim" Meera said. "The&lt;i&gt; re&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;al&lt;/i&gt; Jasim" She added. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Then she quickly walked by us and held Jasim's hand. "Yalla 5alna enrawe7"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Sho mestwy" Jasim asked cluelessly. "Bas la may5e9k! Sh2oon 3a2eleyh" She scolded him, then like a sad puppy he followed her and they left within seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;OMG! She left! That traitor now &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; have to deal with this mess.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"I guess I'm leaving too" Ghanim said awkwardly, and as he was going to leave Abdullah stopped him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Latet7asab ba5aleek teshrd 3any!" Abdullah roared. "I'm going back to my apartment" Ghanim said calmly. "Laa wallah!" Abdullah said in disbelief. "Heeh wallah" Ghanim said stubbornly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"UFFF! 5ala9 bas Abdullah! Let him leave" I shrieked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; Ghanim and Abdullah looked at me, then Ghanim figured out that this was the moment he could slip pass my brother so he ran away, literally. &lt;i&gt;That coward.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"What the hell was that all about Hayooy? Ha tell me! Since when do you lie to my face?" Abdullah said furiously. I took a deep breath then looked at Hessa for support, but she is useless in that category. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Ghanim the guy I said was Jasim is just a friend" I tried to say, but Abdullah interrupted me. "JUST A FRIEND?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Yes in fact we are less than friends! So stop shouting!" I said nervously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Stop shouting? e7mdy rabech eny mb nawy athba7ch" He grunted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Tethba7ny leesh? I didn't do anything wrong! Wallah his heater was broken down and he had no where to stay! And this is exactly why I didn't tell you the truth because I know you'd overreact" I quickly said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Haya you are such a naive CHILD! His heater broke down? He's just lying to you!" Abdullah scolded me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Why would he lie to me" I asked in a whisper. "Because he's damn in love with you and I know guys like Ghanim he's just going to hurt you" Abdullah blurted out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"GHANIM IS NOT IN LOVE WITH ME!" I shrieked. "STOP ASSUMING STUFF!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Ummm" Hessa interrupted us. "Sorry Haya but I think he really does"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I looked at Hessa in disbelief "7e9a please ESKETY! You are one of the most selfish and self-centered people I have met! Stop sticking your nose in people's businesses already!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Hessa's lips parted but nothing came out. "I'm sorry" I quickly said. "Haya why can't you understand we are just looking out for you" Abdullah said nostalgically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Bas with this shit! I don't need anyone to look out for me! I'm not a dumb stupid child that needs parents or mentors or in this case siblings! Stop acting as if you know me or anything about me" I muttered, both my siblings stared at me blankly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Fine&lt;/i&gt;" Abdullah suddenly blurted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Fine?" I asked unsure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"I'll be leaving then" He said. "3abood come on don't be a child" I grunted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; "I'm not a child you are and I'm tired of taking care of you, wanna do mistakes? Go ahead! Ana may5e9ny feech min yoom w ray7" He shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; "3abood you are not serious calm down" Hessa quickly said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Laa I &lt;i&gt;AM&lt;/i&gt; serious, I try looking out for my sisters bas t3arfoon sho? Klkm bas etdawroon el meshakel you love this, you love mixing with wrong people and getting sucked into the hole of SHIT! Bas I don't care anymore I'M LEAVING" Abdullah quickly picked up his bags and headed out of the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was speechless, at that point I didn't know if I was right, or he was right or if everything was just wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; "Oh my God" Hessa whispered. "What have you done Haya?" She looked at me shocked. "What?" I asked in disbelief. "Are you serious .. what &lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;DID?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Heeh, who do you think is responsible for this!" Hessa said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"This is &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; fault" I muttered. "Laaa shega sebaty ana?" She looked at me furiously.&lt;i&gt; It wasn't really her fault but she made the situation worst.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Fine, I'm tired of people, I mean &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; blaming me for everything I'm not THAT easy of a target, I'm leaving too!" Hessa declared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Are you serious?" I asked breathlessly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Yes" She said angrily, picked up her bags and before getting out she muttered "Have a nice, quiet holiday good for you shunning all your loved ones away." And she banged the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;For a couple of minutes I stood there shocked, until I realized I had to go chase them. I quickly ran out of my apartment. "ABDALLAH!! HESSA!!!" I screamed while running down the stairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"They left" I heard Ghanim say behind me. I quickly looked back at him "Are .. are you sure?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Yes they just got a cab and left" He said in a weird way like he felt sorry for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; "T'9arabto?" Ghanim suddenly blurted out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I looked at him sarcastically "Of course we did" I sat down hopelessly on the steps of the stairs breathing nervously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Ghanim suddenly sat beside me "I'm sorry" He said softly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; I looked at him confused, &lt;i&gt;is he really apologizing&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Kela ha, kel elah estwah embainkom it's my fault" He said heavily. "I know" I said bluntly. He smirked subtly "I shouldn't have stayed over it was stupid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; "You were just there in the wrong time" I sighed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; "What could you have done a9ln? Your heater was 5arban" I said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Suddenly a guilty expression covered his face. "What .. what's that?" I asked quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; "What's what" He said defensley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"You're expression you looked guilty, were you lying" I said in shocked. &lt;i&gt;I guess Abdullah's conspiracies are getting to me. &lt;/i&gt; "Uhh .. lying about what?" He said nervously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Your heater" I said, &lt;i&gt;can it be possible? Can what Abdullah said be real? That Ghanim just wanted to stay over, to be close to me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"The heater" I whispered again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"I was"-he said calmly-"I .. I lied"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I stood up in shock "Sho lying? Sho qa9dek ana mb fahmah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Maybe .. what your brother said about me, maybe it's ..."-He paused for a moment silently, like he knew he'll regret what he's going to say-"maybe it's&lt;i&gt; true&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I stood there, blanked.&lt;i&gt; Is he telling me that he really DOES have feelings for me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;----------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stay Tuned,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Lover in Dubai &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-2921891905234558235?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I also have the worst writer's block ever :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Previously;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You look fully awake now" Abdullah suddenly came into the apartment. "Wain sert?" I asked. "To get your surprise" He smirked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oh 9a7! Yalla show me" I said excitedly. Abdullah nodded and opened the door and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sister Hessa came in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SO" Hessa quickly said. "Where's the guy who Abdullah found in your apartment" She winked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You told her?" I glared at Abdullah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Where's Jasim?" Abdullah asked. "HE LEFT" Both Meera and I said. "Jasim" Hessa raised her eyebrows. "That's a hot name" she whispered to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; If only she knew that it's a fake name for Ghanim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So I'm going to cook you the most amazing lunch! I'll go get the grocery and you girls can have your "girl time" or whatever you call it" Abdullah announced then left the apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ukh poh-lease" Hessa waved her hands. "Lat7awleen techthebeen 3alay! I'm not an idiot like Abdullah, now lying gals tell me the story." She looked at Meera and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Okay" I sighed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Goolely el 9edg Ghanim is your boyfriend right?" Hessa asked, more like stated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Wallah he's not! We're barely friends enzeen" I blushed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why the hell did I blush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then our "interesting" conversation was interrupted by the door swinging wide open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and, my sister is just too lucky, because Ghanim walked in the door immediately,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OH MY GOD" Hessa jumped up and headed to Ghanim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oh thank you! I really like this guy" Hessa said excitedly. "So ma5abartny do you like Haya?" Hessa winked at Ghanim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm Haya's boyfriend and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;do li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ke her" Ghanim smirked devilishly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WHAT?" I screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly ran across the room to Ghanim. "Why the hell are you saying that?" I shrieked. "Because it's true!" He smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAhhh wallah I'm always 9a7" Hessa started laughing. "Are you serious?" I asked Ghanim shocked. "A3 of course I'm not, I just found this as a perfect way to annoy you" He whispered devilishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looks like the old Ghanim is back. &lt;/span&gt;"Sa5eef" I gasped. "7e9o wallah he's lying" I looked at Hessa. "Ahha" She nodded sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys are freaky" Meera finally spoke up. "Anyways I just came back to get my stuff so I'm leaving" Ghanim said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO! Don't" Hessa started to whine annoyingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was nice meeting you Hessa" He grinned and as he was going to open the door to leave, the door opened by itself and Abdullah just came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great" I muttered. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can this get any more messier? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you are here" Abdullah glared at Ghanim. Ghanim just smiled innocently. "Are you leaving now?" Abdullah asked. "Ya I was on my way out a9lan" Ghanim nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!! Abdullah tell Ghanim to stay" Hessa started to squeak like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mno Ghanim?" Abdullah asked looking very confused&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. OMG SHIT! Abdullah still thinks Ghanim is Jasim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh" Hessa said quietly. "Umm Ghanim Jasim Salim kelah wa7ed!" She started to laugh nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okayyy" Abdullah eyed her suspiciously then let it go and headed to the kitchen to "cook" his meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yallaaa Gha .. I mean Jasim stay" Hessa smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine" Ghanim said and headed to the kitchen. "If I'm staying 5alny a6ba5 wyak" Ghanim told Abdullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah stared at him "You like to cook?" "Yes I think it's manly" Ghanim smirked. "Look 7e9a I told you!" Abdullah glared at Hessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever!" Hessa took her tongue out. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's a kid seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ghanim is sooooooo hot ya Hayooy you are so lucky and oh my god he also cooks!" Hessa whispered to me. "Mob channa you said a guy cooking is gay?" I raised my eyebrow. "That just applies to Abdullah" She rolled her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat beside Meera and whispered "This is too awkward I can't have Abdullah hanging around Ghanim! I swear someone's gonna call him Ghanim again oo banft'9e7! This is such a stupid plan and it's not gonna work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey don't diss my plan okay!" Meera glared at me then continued "And I saved you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You saved me at that moment bas a7eenh sho?" I asked worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmm madry I'm gonna think of something .. oh I got it!" She said excitedly. "Sho?" I asked. "You have to tell Ghanim not to show up oo bngool 7ag 3abdallah that Ghanim rad Dubai" Meera explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sounds like a plan" I nodded. "Bas for now let's just have lunch shall we?" Meera said. "Okay hope everything goes well lannah 3ndy sh3oor enah shay mob zayn baystwy" I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayh stop being so negative klshy bay3dy 3ala 5air"  Meera patted my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within an hour Abdullah and Ghanim were cooking lunch, and they were so into it, it was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay we are almost done" Abdullah called out. "Can't wait 3shn akel shay mn eedk ya Ghanim" Hessa winked at Ghanim and I immediately nudged her "Yal zag! Matst7een? Lazem etgaf6eeny eb acting like a child"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh 5ala9 5ala9 maba'3azel rbee3ch" Hessa smiled devilishly. "He's not my boyfriend!" I whispered aggressively. "Uh-ha!!!" Hessa rolled her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay yalla ta3alo" Abdullah said and then Ghanim put the food on the table. "I must confess Jasim you are a good cook" Abdullah said impressed. "I know" Ghanim replied coldly and then Abdullah glared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope everything goes well" I whispered anxiously to Meera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So within 5 minutes we were all seated and attacked the yummy lunch, and it was amazing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;! I could never imagine that Abdullah and Ghanim were that talented in cooking! Us girls suck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our lunch we were all just being lazy in the living room when I saw Abdullah whispering to Ghanim something, then they both headed to this empty room in our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's going on?" Meera asked. "Madry" I replied confused. "OMG! Let's go eavesdrop yalla goomoo nesho" Hessa stood up and we all followed her to the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all pressed our ears on the door, but all we could hear is gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ufff goomoo aba asma3" Hessa whispered frustratedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A9ln maynsm3 shay" I whispered back. "Ussshhhhhhh" Hessa muttered. "I'm going to push the door shwy" She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La! Then they'll know we are here" Meera quickly said. "I'm an expert at eavesdropping! Watch and learn babies" Hessa winked and by two seconds the door was a bit open and we could hear Abdullah and Ghanim talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Jasim you seem like a nice guy but I have to warn you" Abdullah said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Warn me?" Ghanim asked mockingly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"I know you are Meera's fiance" Abdullah said slowly. "Ya?" Ghanim said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Bas I saw"-then he took a deep breath-"how you were looking at Haya, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; doesn't comfort me at all" Abdullah said. "Sho qa9dk?" Ghanim asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hessa and Meera suddenly looked at me excitedly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What does Abdullah mean by that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Qa9dy enna law ent 9dg 5a6eeb Meera you won't be looking at Haya, Meera's friend that way" Abdullah said a bit angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"And how was I looking at Haya?" Ghanim asked coolly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Like you are in love with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her"&lt;/span&gt; Abdullah grunted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hessa, Meera and I were all going to gasp, but we held our mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"I'm .. I'm not in love with her!" Ghanim stuttered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ghanim stuttered! That means he's nervous" Meera almost shrieked. "Chubbbb I wanna hear" Hessa nudged her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my god what's going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Look I was raised with 9 brothers I know how a guy looks when he's lovestruck" Abdullah muttered then continued "The point is Haya has 10 brothers so basically we can kick your ass in a second, so Jasim I like you, I really do, just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; the hell away from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Haya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your brother is scary" Meera whispered. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does Ghanim really .. love me? Huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"I'm not in love with Haya" Ghanim said calmly. "That's what all guys in love say" Abdullah groaned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, the very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; interesting conversation was interrupted by the door bell ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DING DONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god" Hessa whispered "Mno eydeg el bab?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly the door of the room where Abdullah and Ghanim were talking flew wide open, and we all fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you guys doing here?" Abdullah almost growled. "WALA SHAY!" Hessa exclaimed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That would've been the worst thing to say! Everyone knows when you say nothing it means something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghanim slightly looked at me embarrassed then quickly looked away. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I just catch him blush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DING DONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone get the door please" Ghanim suddenly said a bit pissed. "I'll get it" Abdullah sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LA" I stood up. "Lata3b 3mrek I'm gonna open it" I rushed to the door. "La 3ady" Abdullah said. "Laa laaa I'm going to open the door" I grunted. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit who's at the door? I can't take more stupid surprises!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah looked at me suspiciously "No 7abeebty I'm gonna open the door" And he quickly did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there stood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person I, I ......... feared would show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JASIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who the hell are you?" Abdullah asked rudely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasim stared at him shamelessly "I'm Jasim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7asha kam Jasim t3arfoon?" Abdullah looked at me. "Aha ha ha" I stuttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mashay '3air Jasim wa7d which is me" Jasim interrupted and tried to push aside Abdullah to enter, Abdullah quickly stopped him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ent mno?" Abdullah asked.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I didn't know what to do so I kept shaking my head to Jasim, bad plan he is very dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ent&lt;/span&gt; mno?" Jasim asked Abdullah. "Ana 3abdallah o5o Haya" Abdullah answered like he won the interrogation. "Enzeen oo ana Jasim" Jasim said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing here?" Abdullah asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yaay 3ashn Meera ba3d sho!" Jasim said fed up with all the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha? Laish" Abdullah asked really confused.  "THIS IS JUST A MISUNDERSTANDING" I shrieked aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because she's my fiance" Jasim gave the -duh- look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHO?" Abdullah barked. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; JASIM MEERA'S FIANCE " and he pointed to Ghanim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No he's not" Jasim said confused. "That's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghanim&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHO?" Abdullah growled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lover in Dubai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-5849131035353743526?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm so so SO sorry it's just that I got writer's block and I have no parts ready so I need to write them before posting them which takes time :( I'm sorry and I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like this part :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Previously;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I saw Abduallah [my brother] staring down at Ghanim, Ghanim was tall, but not as tall as my gigantic brother. "ENT MNOOOO?" Abduallah barked at Ghanim. Ghanim just grinned at him, like he was enjoying everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"That's umm ummm," Meera stuttered cautiously,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my fiance, Jasim" she finally said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abdullah looked at Meera then Ghanim, then looked back at Meera than Ghanim again. "Is that true?" Abduallah finally said calmly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"YES!" I quickly said. And Ghanim just nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky for me, my brother Abdullah is stupider than I thought. He actually believed that Ghanim was Meera's fiance. The weird thing is that when we told him that, he didn't say anything and greeted Ghanim then quickly asked for some blankets so he can sleep on my room's floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Abdullah kept nudging me to wake up. "Ya bnt el7alal goomy neshy!!!!!" He muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmmmmmm" I murmured "Bas 5alny ef 7aly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came all the way to see you, awake not asleep" He groaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uffff enzain 5ala9 I'm awake what time is it?" I jumped off my bed and headed to my bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"6:35" Replied Abdullah. "Sho? Uf why did you wake me up so early!" I complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait" He suddenly said. "Haaa Haaa??? Shoooooo ba3ad? SHO!" I grunted. "Ltramseeny chthe ana o5ooch el 3ood" He gave me the serious tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ufff sorry" I whined. "Enzeen I want to talk to you" Abdullah said. "About?" I asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About yesterday night ba3ad sho! I respected Meera's fiance ow masawayt a big scene lakn I have a lot of questions don't think I'm letting you get away with this so easily" He glared. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit I thought he's gonna leave this alone! Ufff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaa aaa enzeen he's her fiance" I said aimlessly. "A3arf bas 7atta loo leish myalas 3ndkom? Mb 3aib? Matwaqa3t mn Meera chy" He said seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laa ent mat3arf he had to come his heater broke down" I explained quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Y3ny mashay hotel or somewhere else to crash?" He said a bit angry. "Okay bas you are crashing here too" I pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'm your brother!" He glared at me. "Okay bas you are not Meera's brother or her me7rm so yah it's also 3aib" I smiled cunningly,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; can't believe I made that up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laa that's totally different" He muttered. "In what way?" I asked mockingly. "Sho hal attitude ba3ad?" Abdullah stood up angrily "You know Haya Ana bas a5af 3alaych"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know" I smiled. "Bas I'm a grown up well basically I took care of myself all my life I don't really need someone looking after me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sho hal kalam ba3ad? We were all there for you" Abduallah protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bas you all left" I stated. "No one stayed for me fa y3ny don't deny the obvious" I sighed and looked away for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'm sorry Haya" Abdullah said pitifully. "I know it was tough bas et3arfeen we all hated it there that's why we left bas it's not that we don't love you" He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sho haa a7s eny bentk wela shay" I teased. "You are" Abdullah grinned and patted my head "Yalla go change I have a surprise for you it's going to arrive at almost 7:30"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surprise?" I said cheerfully. "Heeh ba3ad a7san surprise" He winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I went to take a short shower and I was smiling all the time, I was literally singing in the shower. I'm so glad my brother's here, I finally feel like I belong somewhere. I can't express how happy I am that he's here, it's true that he came in a totally wrong time, bas al 7emdellah we have been saved by Meera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of the bathroom and headed to the living room, I found Meera sitting on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you awake so early?" I asked. She gave me the are-you-serious look "After the drama"-then she lowered her voice-"of yesterday night how do you expect me to sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just shrugged "Where's Ghanim?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma3arf I guess he left" She answered. "Thank God" I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look fully awake now" Abdullah suddenly came into the apartment. "Wain sert?" I asked. "To get your surprise" He smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh 9a7! Yalla show me" I said excitedly. Abdullah nodded and opened the door and ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sister Hessa came in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG 79OOOO!!!!!" I shrieked and quickly hugged her. "OH MY GOD!!!" I squeaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha bas shwy shwy I can't breathe" Hessa laughed. "I missed you so much!!!" I grinned. "I know of course you did! Well look at me I'm so cool" Hessa joked. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She has the lamest jokes but who cares!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SO" Hessa quickly said. "Where's the guy who Abdullah found in your apartment" She winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You told her?" I glared at Abdullah. "Of course I did" He quickly said. "Whatever! Where is he I wanna see him is he hot?" Hessa said curiously. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She is shameless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmm he's my fiance" Meera blurted out. Hessa looked at her suspiciously "Yeah right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit. Hessa is smarter than I thought.&lt;/span&gt; "Sho yeah right ba3ad?" Abdullah asked confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laa mashay I meant yeah right cool but I still want to meet him" She flashed a fake smile then winked at me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh she totally knows that Ghanim isn't Meera's fiance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Jasim?" Abdullah asked. "HE LEFT" Both Meera and I said. "Jasim" Hessa raised her eyebrows. "That's a hot name" she whispered to me.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If only she knew that it's a fake name for Ghanim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Ok then girls I have this cool plan for today" Abdullah said excitedly. "Sho hal plan?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I've been taking cooking classes" He smiled excitedly. "OH MY GOD ABDULLAH YOU ARE SO GAY!!!!" Hessa laughed loudly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have the weirdest siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Chub yl begara! There's nothing wrong with a man cooking!" He shot her a glare then continued. "So I'm going to cook you the most amazing lunch! I'll go get the grocery and you girls can have your "girl time" or whatever you call it" He then left the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hessa quickly looked at me cunningly "Now let's talk about Jasim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jasim is really my fiance" Meera quickly said. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess she wasn't really lying right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah chub girls I'm older than you that means I have more experience in the mischievous life of girls so let me guess the story. Jasim is actually Haya's boyfriend and Abdullah caught him in your apartment so Meera said he was her fiance! Smart" Hessa guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "NO! That's totally false! I don't have a boyfriend" I said. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which was also true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ukh poh-lease" Hessa waved her hands. "Lat7awleen techthebeen 3alay! I'm not an idiot like Abdullah, now lying gals tell me the story." She looked at Meera and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay" I sighed. "But promise don't tell Abdullah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duh! I won't ruin all your fun" She laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told her everything. How Ghanim is my friend .. well kinda and he wanted to crash in our apartment, because of his stupid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; broken heater. And then Abdullah found him and Meera saved the situation by claiming he was Jasim her fiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD! THIS IS JUICIER THAN I THOUGHT!!!" Hessa gasped. "And OMG Meera you sexy girl you got a guy and didn't tell me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well this is kinda the first time I meet you" Meera pointed out. "Ahh WHATEVER! el mohm Haya" Hessa looked back at me with her sparkly eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God I think my sister is Gossip Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goolely el 9edg Ghanim is your boyfriend right?" Hessa asked, more like stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wallah he's not! We're barely friends enzeen" I blushed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why the hell did I blush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Please! I'm your cool older sister! Choofy Abdullah is an idiot but I am totally cool with my little sister having a guy I mean hello we basically lived all our life bara3 el blaad why does Abdullah even expect us to be single?" She laughed then continued, I wanted to interrupt her but she's too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bas et3arfeen ana ma7b hal sowalef for myself that is, I'm more the independent girl I don't need no guy!" She said confidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OKAY! I was lying I SO want to have a boyfriend but if 7maid wasn't with me fl jam3a chan menzman I started dating but he's ruining my game" Hessa suddenly whined.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My sister is too weird, oh and 7maid is my other brother he's attending Yale with Hessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yaraby I wish 7maid makan fe yale! So my dear Haya you have no brother around sooooooooooooo you are sooooo lucky to have Ghanim" She sighed happily. "What? Kam marah lazm agolch Ghanim isn't my boyfriend" I shrieked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever" Hessa rolled her eyes. "I might believe you a bit lanah I can't imagine a guy who would go out with you looking like that" She stared at my training suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ana fl bait what do you expect me to wear?" I protested. "Uh poh-lease I'm sure you wear that all day long! No need to deny it! You need a makeover ASAP!" Hessa jumped up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your sister is a bit too loud and too spontaneous" Meera whispered to me. "I know" I whispered back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our "interesting" conversation was interrupted by the door swinging wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, my sister is just too lucky, because Ghanim walked in the door immediately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I forgot something" Ghanim said, but then he was attacked by Hessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD" Hessa jumped up and headed to Ghanim. "Are you?" She winked. And he looked at her, very confused maybe even a bit offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh Ghanim" I smiled weakly. "Why are you back here?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are&lt;/span&gt; Ghanim!" Hessa laughed. "OMG Haya you little rascal! Ghanim is very hot! SCORE!" Hessa said loudly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;loudly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GAF6AH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know I'm standing right here" Ghanim said "And I know I'm hot but what does Haya have to do with this?" He grinned. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That jerk he's full of himself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Attitude I HEART him!" Hessa continued laughing. "So mister tell me all about it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About what?" Ghanim asked confused and maybe a bit amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About how you and Haya hooked up and became a couple DUH and don't worry I won't tell Abdullah about it I know he's too old-fashioned" Hessa squeaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL?!?!??! I WILL KILL HER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IGNORE HER!" I shrieked unintentionally and nervously. "Ahhmmm my sister loves drama fa t7eb she exaggerates ignore her" I explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ghanim smirked his lazy smirk and looked at my sister. "Hay i5tch?" He asked as if it was unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heih" I replied embarrassed. "No way" He said interestedly "You don't look alike I mean your sister is pretty hot and you're not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?" I screamed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hessa and Ghanim suit each other they should get married or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh thank you! I really like this guy" Hessa said excitedly. "So ma5abartny do you like Haya?" Hessa winked at Ghanim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm Haya's boyfriend and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do li&lt;/span&gt;ke her" Ghanim smirked devilishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?" I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Meera's "WHAT?" followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a circus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stayed Tuned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Lover in Dubai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-5296710841697320991?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I asked immediately. "The heater broke down" He answered coldly and pushed me aside and walked in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm gonna stay with you guys for the night" Ghanim announced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 HOURS LATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRRRRR TRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Uff mob 7aleh! Mno ba3ad eydeg el bab?!" I shrieked. I quickly ran to the living room, and saw Ghanim rubbing his eyes he just woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I quickly held the handle and turned it, I didn't even bother to look who it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WHAT????????" I shouted to whoever was outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Is that a way to greet your older brother ya hayooya?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"3abdallah?" I whispered in shock. "What are .. what .. you doing here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG, Ghanim's here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh.Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG OMG! What am I GOING TO DO? 3abdallah my amazing older brother, I love him to death, bs wallah shit malega ela eyee 3indna elyoom? WHEN GHANIM IS SLEEPING IN OUR APARTMENT!!!!!!!!!!!! I want the world to open up and swallow me alive. Anything would be better than this situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hayooya what's up! Shaklch wayid fe 7alat 9adma!" Abduallah smirked his famous boyish smirk. "Oh" I let out,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm speechless&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What am I going to do? WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? I can't hide Ghanim, OMG OMG Abduallah is gonna kill me, today .. now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh? That's all you gotta say!" Abdullah laughed hysterically and quickly gave me a big brotherly hug. "Sorry I didn't tell you I'm coming bas be'3ait asaweelch surprise" He patted my head and then spotted Meera standing behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm assuming you're Meera? Asfeen 3al ez3aj" He nodded politely, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abduallah is such a gentlemen I missed him, but leish el youm leeeeish&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah .. ah .. ah" Meera stuttered in shock, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have no idea, maybe she's shy it's the first time she sees Abdullah, or she knows that he'll kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enzeen bat5aleny yales bara3 wela sho?" Abdullah teased. "Aahh laaa bas y3ny" I giggled nervously, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG! I carefully glanced behind me to see if Ghanim was still there, HE WAS! Omg why didn't he hide and save me from being murdered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay I've had a long hour drive here! Let me in" Abduallah said. "Ummmmm aaaah" I murmured, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what the hell is happening me? Why can't I talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Balach Hayooya! Why don't you want me to come in?" He asked confused and impatiently. I stared at him expressionlessa and very speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later he let me by the door and quickly entered inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that is&lt;/span&gt; when I heard Abduallah growl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHO THE HELL IS THIS??????""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ana bamoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly got inside,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's time to deal with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Abduallah staring down at Ghanim, Ghanim was tall, but not as tall as my gigantic brother. "ENT MNOOOO?" Abduallah barked at Ghanim. Ghanim just grinned at him, like he was enjoying everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ANSWER ME!!!!!" Abduallah ordered Ghanim, but he stood there quiet still grinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abduallah glared at Ghanim with disbelief and anger, then looked back at me. "Can you please"- Then he took a deep breathe- "CAN YOU PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS?" He aggressively asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uummmm" I started to shake uncontrollably, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when &lt;/span&gt;Meera decided to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's umm ummm," Meera stuttered cautiously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fiance, Jasim" she finally said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullah looked at Meera then Ghanim, then looked back at Meera than Ghanim again. "Is that true?" Abduallah finally said calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YES!" I quickly said. And Ghanim just nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am saved, for now, by Meera's crazy crazy plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Lover in Dubai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to comment :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know this isn't such a WOW part, but the coming ones will be Enshallah nicer! Luv u all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-7256103091476781119?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's just I'm so busyyyy and I kinda lost my inspiration in writing this story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like this part, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(please comment, when you comment it motivates me to write more :**) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PREVIOUSLY;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Because you know Haya that actually I've had someone on my mind lately, someone I actually like .. and do you want to know who she is?" Hamad said cheerfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"NO!" I suddenly said, I even surprised myself. Wait! He's about to confess his feelings to me, well I guess that's what he is going to do, then why the hell I'm stopping him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh you guys are here" Ghanim barged in interrupting what may have been Hamad's confession to me, and I was glad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think" I said hesitantly then swallowed "that Hamad was going to --"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eygolech eneh hoo mu3jab feech?" Ghanim cut me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wasn't that the point of everything? Didn't you want Hamad? Then why are you avoiding him! You think I'm an idiot? You are making me waste my time helping you "hook up" with him and then you are running away from Hamad sho feech ya Haya? Sho tebain ya Haya? What do you want haa?" Ghanim bit off aggressively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why are you being like this?" I demanded nervously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Because" Ghanim started to breath heavily. "Because Haya .. I .." He repeated and started rubbing his forehead looking confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Because .. you know what Haya nothing" Ghanim finally said frustratedly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The days passed terribly quickly after the party. Meera is absolutely happy, they say they won't get married until Meera graduates, but I don't believe that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasim looks like he's falling in love with Meera more everyday, and I know how spontaneous he is so I doubt he'll wait any longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyways the point is that if he barges in tomorrow and declares that they'll get married instantly I won't be shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So yeah I'm happy for them, let's get back to me shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the weird incident with Hamad and Ghanim at the day of the party, I haven't seen Ghanim too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I bumped into Hamad a lot though, and he's still his friendly charming self and luckily he did not try to confess his love for me like last time, phew. I kinda feel like my crush is growing back I just need to spend more time with Hamad to be sure I like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghanim on the other hand is now a complete stranger! He never annoys me anymore, and that's very weird. I saw him the other day in the corridor and guess what he did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE SMILED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled the hello I know you but I don't want to talk to you because you are not an important person, kinda smile! Which annoyed me! Wait why did it annoy me? Ok I don't know. Hmmm I guess life's better without Ghanim he's such a daredevil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So the days passed by quickly and I suddenly open my eyes to crispy white snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you guessed it, it's the middle of December, Christmas is coming up and I of course do not have any plans of going back home because of my very annoying parents. So I'm stuck all alone spending this holiday crying myself to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera booked a flight back home but after New Year she says she can't miss New York in Christmas and New Years. So I have someone to keep me company for at least a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen Hamad, Ghanim and Jasim that much recently, so I guess they all got back to the country, and I'm here stuck in the freezing cold wishing I could see my siblings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I yawned to myself trying to go back to sleep, but I couldn't help counting the days till Meera leaves, I don't know how I'll survive this holiday when she leaves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uff shakly mabargd el yoom" I muttered as I got out of my bed and headed to our kitchen to get something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at the clock, it was 2:13 AM, "It's getting late uff lazm argd" I opened the fridge and got out a chocolate bar. I headed back to my room munching on my snack when,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRRRRRR TRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Besmellah" I jumped. "Mno 3nd el bab?" I asked myself and headed to the door. The door bell kept ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Enzeen ana yayh! 5ala9! Stop ringing" I muttered as I opened the door with my huge messy hair, and PJs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ghanim?" I whispered shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heeh 3eyal mno!" He roared. He stood there glaring and holding a huge blanket and two pillows, and he was shivering like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Balak?" I asked immediately. "The heater broke down" He answered coldly and pushed me aside and walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna stay with you guys for the night" Ghanim announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Sho! OMG! Maystwy Ghanim 3aib! You can't stay with two girls. Wait and your heater just broke down?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Meera suddenly barged in and interrupted us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ghanim? Ha? Sho etsawy hny?" Meera asked confused and started rubbing her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My heater broke down and it's almost -1 outside oo ana bamot mn el bard!" He explained irritatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ween 7amad?" I asked, since they both share an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ween 7amad?"Ghanim mimicked me bitterly. "I should've known a9ln he's the only person you care about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Enzeen balak lat3a9b" I said nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Hatha sho ygool? Ghanim you're so crazy!" Meera said annoyed. "He's always like that" I muttered, Ghanim just shot me a glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ghanim why can't you stay with Jasim for the night?" Meera suggested. "Hamad and Jasim are not here! They went to a roadtrip to God knows where!" He answered. "You think I'd come here if it wasn't my last choice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Roadtrip? Jasim never told me he was going in the road trip" Meera said confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get use to it!!" Ghanim laughed bitterly and walked towards our couch, threw his pillow and blanket on it. "Ana barged hny" He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked towards him, "Ghanim please! This is so '3ala6! Oo 3aib! You can't stay with us!" I tried to convince him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohooooo ma7ad hny! Sho 3aib we're in New York for Heaven's Sake! Mashay nas oo 3arab oo madry mno to critics our every move! Ana a7eena hny oo  I'm staying the night y3ny I'm staying the night! Oo ba3dein it's my building if you don't let me stay the night lat5aloony a7lf afrkm ento oo gesharkm bara3!!!!!" He growled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Besmellah!!! Okay 5ala9 7asha stay!" I cried out. "Mn 9dgch?" Meera whispered to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heeh wallah sho nsawy? Besides it's just Ghanim" I sighed. "Uf enzeen I'm locking my door today" Meera muttered, but Ghanim heard her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sho chayftny? Wa7sh aba a3fed 3alaich malat 3aleech wala abach! And lock your door ma7ad mwagfnch!" He grunted bitterly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like Ghanim has a short temper when he can't sleep" Meera whispered nervously to me. "He always has a bad temper" I rolled my eyes and we both headed to our bedrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 HOURS LATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRRRRR TRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uff mob 7aleh! Mno ba3ad eydeg el bab?!" I shrieked. I quickly ran to the living room, and saw Ghanim rubbing his eyes he just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Open the door" He demanded angrily.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Looks like he's still in a bad mood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meera rushed in seconds later "Bamoot! I want to sleep! What the hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Balakm klkm m3a9been? I'm not the one waking you up ne9 el layl!" I grunted angrily and headed to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly held the handle and turned it, I didn't even bother to look who it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT????????" I shouted to whoever was outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Is that a way to greet your older brother ya hayooya?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3abdallah?" I whispered in shock. "What are .. what .. you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG, Ghanim's here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh.Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay Tuned, and please COMMENT!! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Lover in Dubai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-6129896265489053237?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I kinda have bad news. Usually before I post a story I have most of it already written that's why I can update you with parts regularly. But with "Simply Haya" I stopped at part 26 (still not done with it) and I got a huge writer's block! So bare with me all, I'll trying to get over my writer's block and finish with parts as soon as possible :* sorry and I luv u all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PREVIOUSLY;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I know you hate me bas insulting me like that in front of everyone is unacceptable!" I snapped. "I don't hate you" He whispered coldly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Then why did you do that? Do you love embarrassing me? Putting me in awkward situations with Hamad and everyone! What the hell Ghanim grow up!" I almost growled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Uhhh" He let out "Look I just hated how all the guys were staring at you like wolves and you were their special meat" He grunted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT? Is he ... jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why are you dressed so seductively" He then demanded angrily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hey" Maha said looking a bit surprised with Meera and I's attendance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess she doesn't know what's really going on between Jasim and Meera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways everyone gave her their polite greetings then she quickly headed to Hamad to chat with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Such a clinger! Uff tqhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Guys ahly we9law ta3aloo salmo 3aleehom" Jasim suddenly said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Enzeen Umy Uboy I want to introduce you to" Jasim cut in and glanced at Meera warmly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Meera,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl I'm planning to marry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the drama with Jasim's spontaneous engagement at the party, I got out of all the fuss and headed to the balcony. I really needed fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing out here?" I heard Hamad ask behind me. "Oh bas kan wayd za7ma da5el I needed some fresh air" I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yah" He said and approached me. "Were you surprised?" He asked. "About Meera and Jasim, I already knew they were together bas the engagement I mean .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jasim?" Hamad suggested. "I know I also didn't expect it" He chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heih bas I'm happy for them" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you ever get married at such a young age?" Hamad suddenly asked. "Ha?" I let out, then had a moment to think and replied "Madry I guess not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leish?" He asked. I paused for a moment to think of an answer "I guess I'm not marriage material" I teased. "Oh" He laughed "I have to disagree"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"9dg?" I asked surprise. "I can imagine you easily as a bride" Hamad added. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is getting awkward!&lt;/span&gt; I suddenly felt very hot and flushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm I guess but that still doesn't mean I'm marriage material" I stated quickly. Hamad smiled softly and kept staring at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like Maha" He then said suddenly yet casually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused for a second and looked back to his face, I stared at his expression for a moment. "Really?" I finally asked still surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded gently "Really, I know it seems like we're together, you know when she talks to me bas in reality hee bas channha e5ty so y3ny don't misunderstand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never did" I lied. "Good" Hamad grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because you know Haya that actually I've had someone on my mind lately, someone I actually like .. and do you want to know who she is?" He said cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!" I suddenly said, I even surprised myself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait! He's about to confess his feelings to me, well I guess that's what he is going to do, then why the hell I'm stopping him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "I .. I don't think you should tell me, maybe the girl doesn't want you to tell me" I made up a quick, but stupid reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed for a second "No I think she wants you to find out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! I know girls! She won't like it, she'd be upset because you told me. And you don't really need to tell me I'm .. I'm not the curious kind" I said cautiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamad smiled slightly "Aren't all girls curious?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I'm not like all girls" I grinned. "I know" He said. "That's why Haya .. that's why I --"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you guys are here" Ghanim barged in interrupting what may have been Hamad's confession to me, and I was glad!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I had no idea why I didn't want to hear Hamad's confession, isn't that what I wanted all along? But I guess I was not ready or something... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha Ghanim?" Hamad grunted aggressively. Ghanim stared at him shocked "Sho balak?" Ghanim asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing" Hamad muttered and signaled with his eyes for Ghanim to leave, but thank God Ghanim didn't get the hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghanim looked at us for a minute then finally said "They're looking for you inside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? Okay" I said quickly and rushed in, Ghanim followed me but Hamad did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god you have no idea Ghanim shukran wallah you saved me!" I said breathlessly. "I saved you from what?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think" I said hesitently then swallowed "that Hamad was going to --"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eygolech eneh hoo mu3jab feech?" Ghanim cut me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well yeah" I said irritated "How did you know?" I asked. "I know Hamad very well" He answered coldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But seems like I don't know&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; that well" He suddenly said so bitterly. "Haa? Mafhemt" I said confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;the point of everything? Didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; want Hamad? Then why are you avoiding him! You think I'm an idiot? You are making me waste my time helping you "hook up" with him and then you are running away from Hamad sho feech ya Haya? Sho tebain ya Haya? What do you want haa?" He bit off aggressively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haa? Ghanim I .. I .. I got nervous and .. a9ln I never said I wanted to be with Hamad!" I protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Radaina 3ala hl stupid denial! Mb lazem etgoleely enh you like Hamad lanh it's already obvious from the way you act and I just wanted to help!" He muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you being like this?" I demanded nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because" Ghanim started to breath heavily. "Because Haya .. I .." He repeated and started rubbing his forehead looking confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sho Ghanim? Sho?" I asked quickly,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I had no idea why I really, really wanted to know what he said, I had a feeling that it was going to be important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because .. you know what Haya&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nothing&lt;/span&gt;" Ghanim finally said frustratedly. "I .. I have to go" He added and then quickly dissolved into the crowd. And I just stood there, like an idiot and oh so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is happening to me? Why did I reject Hamad, well I didn't really reject him, but it was almost like I rejected him. And what was Ghanim going to say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And why the hell do I always have so many unanswered questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay Tuned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Lover in Dubai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-3755124715845451187?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But then I was like it's just one part :P So just to remind you all latnsoon about reading Quran and 9alat al tarawee7! This is only one month so take advantage of it! Especially reading all of the Quran! When you finish it you get the most amazing feeling ever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I wish you an amazing Ramadhan with your friends and family :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you'll love this part because it is one of the best! SO PLEASE COMMENT :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PREVIOUSLY;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I was beyond irritated with what Ghanem have done, I can't believe he thought this was all a game. I mean it's not! I'm not something he can play with like that, especially in front of people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyways .. let me tell you what happened when you and Hamad left" I quickly remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So as I was telling her everything, Meera on the other hand was strangely distracted with her phone, texting every second or checking for messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;JASIM was flashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"OH MY GOD" I screamed "YOU AND JASIM?" I shrieked but was still running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"He really really likes me I know it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ahh Meero I can't believe this" I sat down beside her. "Wallah if you don't believe me talk to him!" She quickly dialed his number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jasim: Haya lazem tefhemeeny I really do like Meera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jasim: On Saturday my parents are coming by for a visit they're throwing this dinner party because they opened a branch of their company here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Enzain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jasim: I invited Meera to come I want to introduce her to my parents and I want you to come as well to see how serious I am about Meera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: How would this party thing show how serious you are about Meera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jasim: You'll see .. just come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days have passed by really quickly and I healed pretty good, just a cough once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into Ghanim a couple of times, but all he'd say to me is "grow up." I would've replied to him but I didn't since I'm giving him the silent treatment and all. But weirdly it's hard to stay so angry with Ghanim, even though he's a jerk, he always makes me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so today is the day of the party, I usually forget about parties but Meera didn't let me forget about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was going to meet Jasim's parents, I think it's kind of odd, I mean in our tradition usually parents don't approve of any relationship before marriage, let alone be introduced to their children girlfriend/boyfriend, but I guess Jasim's parents are different probably more open-minded? I have no clue really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haya! Stop day-dreaming and get ready!" Meera barged in holding a couple of dresses. "Yalla" She ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaah mob metfayja you know me I hate parties" I whined. "3n el dala3! Mool mob waqta! Yalla goomy neshy yalla jedamy!" She kept scolding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enzeen bs I don't know what to wear" I looked at her hopelessly. "Tetma95reen? You didn't pick out anything!" She screamed in horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madry I thought I'll make a choice before we leave" I shrugged. "Laaa? You are so bad at being a girl!" Meera sighed. "Ayh 3an el '3ala6!" I protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok do you have anything to wear a9ln?" She asked. "Ummmmm" I smiled embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honestly laa" I said. "Oh my god! What are you going to do! Ta3alyy my room now I'll fix you up" She demanded. "Ufff okay" I said lazily and followed her to her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour of trying on Meera's ridiculous dresses, we finally made a choice. I borrowed her long-sleeved, maxi black dress with a bit of loose backline. She said it was conservative (since Jasim's parents are there and all, plus I'm not comfortable on showing skin) but it's still attractive. She fixed my hair into a simple bun, drew a thick black eye-liner over my eye-lids and used red lipstick for my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god" Meera whispered while staring at me as if I were her masterpiece. "Haya you .. you look like a girl!" She squeaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sho qa9dch?" I asked defensively. "Laaa I mean you always look tomboy bs a7eenah you look GORGEOUS!" She jumped excitedly. "Really?" I asked impressed and took a look in the mirror. "Hmmmm" I murmured. "I kinda look hot" I decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course my hands are magical" She said proudly. "Awh shit look at the time! I need to get ready myself" Meera quickly rushed to her room and in 15 minutes she was ready looking amazing of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at our apartment at almost 6:00 pm, caught a cab and headed to the hotel where the party was set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- AT THE PARTY -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wooohhhh wayd za7ma" I said staring at the main gate. "Yah it's a big party" Meera nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah I hate parties" I muttered. "I know" Meera smiled. "Thanks for coming by the way" She added. "Bas 3ashanch Meero bas 3ashanch" I said as I got out of the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed inside and it was crowded like hell! We tried to find someone we knew but we failed miserably, so we stood by a corner like plain losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why are you guys hiding?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both turned our heads the opposite direction and."Oh my god Jasim finally!" Meera shrieked almost jumping on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was so crowded we lost hope in finding you" She pouted. "5ala9 the important thing is I found you now" He winked flirtatiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe I'm witnessing this you guys are disgusting" I said horrified. "Chub" Meera shot me a glare. "Ignore her Mayari she doesn't understand romance" He said pretending to be a love guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst out laughing, when I felt a tap on my shoulders, I quickly looked behind me it was Hamad in a tuxedo looking super-hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haya" He smiled astonishingly. "You look beautiful" Hamad complimented. "Thank you" I blushed slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"No she doesn't really"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all looked to the right and Ghanim suddenly appeared from nowhere, as usual. "Black isn't really your color" Ghanim murmured. "Ugghh" I grunted under my breathe,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think hadaf Ghanim fe 7ayata is to torture me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought we were friends now, I thought he'd stop his stupid acts! Ya raby!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I think it suits you very well Haya you look divine" Hamad interrupted and gave Ghanim a glare. "Thanks" I whispered embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't use the word divine I mean she doesn't even look that good and -" Ghanim was going to continue, but everyone, including Jasim gave him a dirty look to shut the hell up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently Ghanim wasn't bothered by that at all, because his lips parted and it was obvious that he was going to try to insult me yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me" I bit off and held Ghanim's arm. "Come with me" I ordered him with my bossy tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He followed me obediently without a word. We bumped through the heavy crowd and stopped in a corner that wasn't very crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sho hadafek in doing that?" I demanded. Ghanim just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you hate me bas insulting me like that in front of everyone is unacceptable!" I snapped. "I don't hate you" He whispered coldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why did you do that? Do you love embarrassing me? Putting me in awkward situations with Hamad and everyone! What the hell Ghanim grow up!" I almost growled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay fa ymkin I kinda stepped out of line" He muttered. "Kinda?" I raised my eyebrow. "Okay a lot" He finally said. "Bas-" He tried to explain but I cut him off. "Bas sho? Sho Ghanem bas sho? Answer me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhh" He sighed and started to rub his forehead looking extremely confused. "Jawebny" I glared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhh" He let out  "Look I just hated how all the guys were staring at you like wolves and you were their special meat" He grunted. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT? Is he ... jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Why are you dressed so seductively" He then demanded angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" I raised my eyebrows in shock. "I'm fully covered it's almost like an Abaya!" I protested and pointed to my long sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are not!" He bit off. "Your dress has a low back line it shows of your neck and it turns guys on" He muttered looking a bit flushed, he then looked away for a moment. "Haa?" I stared at Ghanim suspiciously,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; why .... does he even care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He caught me staring at him in shock. "Don't get me wrong I just didn't want Hamad to think you are .. some kind of .. you know .. low" He coughed. "Ah-ha" I said quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do have a beautiful neck" He suddenly blurt out, then looked like he regretted saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummmm" I let out awkwardly. "I was giving you a compliment" He glared annoyingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ghanim it's a scary stalker-ish compliment" I explained. "My5e9ah people always compliment others hair, nose, or eyes this is the same thing!" He said defensively. "Ah-ha" I nodded approvingly so he doesn't feel more uncomfortable "Ok thanks" I finally said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what's up with those huge shoulders" Ghanim suddenly said and pointed to my puffy shoulders. "They're fashionable okay!" I quickly said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"W enty sho 3arafch bl fashion? Last time I checked you were almost a boy" He laughed childishly.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I tried to say something but I gave up, he's right&lt;/span&gt;. "Ergh .. I borrowed this from Meera anyways" I admitted. He grinned boyishly "I like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ent 9dg '3areeb! You just said you didn't like it" I said confused. "Well I don't like the back of it, but it's pretty classy" He announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enzain shokran" I shrugged hopelessly. "Let's go back" He suddenly said. "Heeh 9a7 .. everyone is probably wondering what happened" I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back together to find our previous corner, and everyone was there. Their eyes sparked with curiosity when they saw us come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me everything when we go back home" Meera whispered to me immediately. "God you love gossip don't you?" I chuckled. "Of course" She grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MAHA!" Hamad suddenly exclaimed and started waving into a crowded corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly swore under my breathe, I don't think anyone heard me but Ghanim because he immediately smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maha approached us looking, and I must admit absolutely beautiful. Ghanim must have noticed how nervous I was because he immediately whispered "You look better than her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you seriously being nice?" I laughed. "Yes enjoy it while it lasts as you know it is one of my characteristics that rarely comes out" He smiled devilishly. I smiled widely back to him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghanim can be very sweet sometimes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey" Maha said looking a bit surprised with Meera and I's attendance. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess she doesn't know what's really going on between Jasim and Meera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways everyone gave her their polite greetings then she quickly headed to Hamad to chat with him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such a clinger! Uff tqhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys ahly we9law ta3aloo salmo 3aleehom" Jasim suddenly said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yalla" Ghanem said to Hamad and they both moved towards a middle-aged looking couple, supposedly Jasim's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father was very tall, a bit over-weight but he looked good-looking for his age nonetheless. Beside him stood a long slim women who looked simply elegant in her fancy Abaya and Shayla, she must be Jasim's mother, looks like he takes after her they're almost twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Hamad and Ghanim finished talking to Jasim's parents, Jasim came back to us and whispered to Meera "Meera yalla I want you to meet my parents." "Okay bas dgeega" Meera quickly said nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shaklch mayta zy'a3" I teased. "I am!" She breathed heavily. "Yalla let's go" She nodded to Jasim. He smiled gently and held her hand "Aren't you coming Haya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh .. ok" I quickly followed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I came up close to Jasim's parents I realized how his mother looks very young! Seriously she's gorgeous even though she's fully covered. I stared at her with amazement for a couple of minutes when Jasim nudged me gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A7mmm Umy Ubooy this is Haya she's my friend from college" He introduced me. "Esalam 3alaikom" I quickly said in the most feminine voice possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"W 3aleekom elsalam" Both his parents replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sha5barch 7abeebty?" His mother asked politely. "El 7amdellah" I replied cheerfully. "Enshallah merta7a fe New York?" His mother asked. "Heeh el 7amdllah it's a very nice city" I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enzeen Umy Uboy I want to introduce you to" Jasim cut in and glanced at Meera warmly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Meera,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl I'm planning to marry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha...aatt?" I let out in a whisper. I also heard a couple of gasps everywhere I glanced behind me. Everyone looked shocked and speechless, including Ghanim! Who would've ever guessed this from Jasim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A..a aa .. " Meera's mouth was held wide open, obviously she also did not ever expect this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasim's mother looked ecstatic she quickly hugged Meera "Ah at last my son has find the one I never expected him to marry ... EVER." Jasim grinned at his mom and looked at his dad who nodded in approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasim moved closer to me and whispered arrogantly&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Told you I was serious about Meera."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay Tuned ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A Lover in Dubai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't forget to comment! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-5628262640878248721?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You better do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm BACK! With two amazing parts ;) I have to apologize I know I promised to post during my travel but I was very busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ENJOY! And I missed you all xoxoxoo :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PREVIOUSLY; (Because I bet no one recalls what happened hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I suddenly opened my eyes. "Oh it was a dream" I mumbled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But why is Ghanim's face still here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"About two hours ago" He answered. "WHAT?" I jumped off the couch in utter shock. "And you stayed here? Why didn't you leave?"I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Haha you think I didn't try? You kept holding onto my shirt tightly you didn't let me leave! Hell you didn't even let me move!" He grinned. My cheeks immediately flushed and I sat down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But oh, Meera wasn't alone. "Hey Haya" I heard Hamad's voice in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"What are you doing here?" Meera and Hamad asked the same question Ghanim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Umm he just came to borrow something then stayed here to keep me company" I smiled awkwardly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Leish mesta7ya? Tell them the real story" Ghanem winked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well Haya called me up to her apartment and begged to come by to take care of her" He smirked to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Anyways nice seeing you .. But I need to .. uhmm get going" Hamad quickly moved towards the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried to say something but I was still in shock with Ghanim's weird behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sho feek? Why the hell did you do that!" I said angrily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghanim rolled his eyes like he was bored "I did that so Hamad thinks we are together"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You idiot" He sighed. "Guys like girls who are TAKEN, or at least seem to be. Hamad now will be more interested in you. Guys like girls they can't have. So now he'll take the first step" He said confidently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beyond irritated with what Ghanem have done, I can't believe he thought this was all a game. I mean it's not! I'm not something he can play with like that, especially in front of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera suddenly barged in after walking Hamad to his apartment. "What was that all about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meero! Do I look like I knew what was going on! I was more shocked than both of you! Ghanim is so weird ya allah!" I jumped back on the couch and sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hayooya I don't know what's .. ummmm "happening" between you and Ghanim but--" I quickly interrupted her. "Mafy shay! There's nothing between us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera sighed hopelessly "I'm just saying you guys have been hanging out recently and talking like ... you are friends or something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enzain? So what if we are friends?" I asked. "So you are friends" She announced. "No we're not .. wait that's not what I meant. I meant sho feeha if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we were &lt;/span&gt;friends" I said pleased with what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madry bas you know Ghanim is ummmm ..." Meera tried to think of a suitable word. "A bad boy?" I suggested with a grin. "Well you can say that I guess" She nodded agreeably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He looks like that. But he's more than that, he's a nice person in a weird way even though he's mostly a jerk" I said without thinking rationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sho?" Meera raised her brows. "You are talking about him as if he's a human" She laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayh that's cold" I said but then burst out laughing. "Sho 3arafch enty feeh a9lan?" Meera suddenly asked suspiciously. "Ahhh" I stuttered. "I just know .. Ghanim has a good aura." I finally said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laaa manroom 3ala el psychiatrist good aura awanah" Meera laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BING BING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera suddenly jumped up. "Mmm my phone" she rushed and picked it up. As soon as she read the name flashing on the screen she quickly ran to the balcony to have some privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since when did Meera need privacy from me&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept glancing at the balcony to see what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera was wandering around, flicking with her hair every couple of minutes and giggling girlishly. Something must be up I decided. Minutes later she came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who was that?" I asked casually. "Mm Ha? No one just a friend from school" She smiled and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who?" I asked. Meera looked at me confused. "Well we did go to the same school you know" I reminded her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh madry if you remember her .. it was umm Mariam Al X" She answered unconcerned and picked up a magazine. "Ahaaaa" I murmured,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I guess there isn't something up after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Anyways .. let me tell you what happened when you and Hamad left" I quickly remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happened?" Meera asked curiously. "Haih bagolech what Ghanim said" I nodded. "Oh this gotta be good" She looked at me curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was telling her everything, Meera on the other hand was strangely distracted with her phone, texting every second or checking for messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meerooooooo listeeeeen to me!" I demanded for attention. "Since when was your phone more important than gossip?" I cried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh .. haa? Sorry sorry continue" She nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okaaayyyy so he said that the act he pulled off was to make Hamad jealous! Can you believe that?" I said angrily. "Ahaaaaa" murmured Meera while staring at her phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El mohem then he confessed that he has been in love with me since he saw me!" I said loudly, trying to catch her attention with a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oohh wallah? Continue" She said paying no attention obviously just to brush me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I SAID HE CONFESSED HIS LOVE TO ME!" I jumped up. "OMG 9EDG?" She suddenly was hit back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO! '3abya I just wanted your attention. What's on your phone that is more important than me haaa?" I demanded suspiciously. "Haha fdeit il jealous ana" She teased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ewww that's so gay" I kept staring at her phone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm SO going to grab it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enzain yalla continue I'm listening" She said while still staring at her flashing phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay" I muttered, but then suddenly attacked her, grabbed her phone and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD" Meera screamed hysterically "GIVE IT BACKKKKK" She ran after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MABA I'M SO SEEING WHAT YOU WERE DOING" I shrieked and started running around the room trying to take a look at her BBM (Blackberry Messenger).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAYA 3AN EL SA5AFA I'M NOT JOKING GIVE IT BACK" Meera started to growl angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I mean seriously Meera screaming won't scare me I did grow up with 13 siblings!&lt;/span&gt; So I quickly opened her BBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JASIM was flashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD" I screamed "YOU AND JASIM?" I shrieked but was still running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAAKH! Whatever we are just friends okay just give it BACK!!" Meera protested. "FRIENDS?" I screamed and quickly read what they have been writing to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim:&lt;/span&gt; Babe I'm tired of talking to you on messages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meera: &lt;/span&gt;You just called right now! And I had to lie to Haya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;I want to call you more often, hell I want to see you let's go out! And I don't care about Haya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meera: &lt;/span&gt;Laa Jasim! Haya is already suspicious after you called okay :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;Ohooo are you seriously that scared of Haya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meera: &lt;/span&gt;She thinks you are a jerk .. well I don't blame her I told her that hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;La wallah? Why would you say that?&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eera:&lt;/span&gt; Well you were a known as an asshole, player, playboy .. etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;But not with you mayary ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meera: &lt;/span&gt;Stop it! Don't call me that :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim:&lt;/span&gt; Mabaaaaaaaa :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BABE?" I said shocked. "MAYARY?" I added with a glare of disgust. "Are you serious? How long?" I asked and she quickly ran to me and snatched the phone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May5e9ch" Meera groaned. "Ey5e9ny! Meero I'm just looking after you" I said disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well ana big girl ow a3arf what I'm doing" She shrieked furiously. "Bas--" I tried to say. "Bas wala shay!" She bit off. "Laaaaaa! You said he's a bad guy and now you are falling into his trap this is not to be tolerated!" I snapped back at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera took a few steps back, sat down and sighed heavily. "But .. he's different with me" She whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I bet all the girls thought that" I said sympathetically. "La Haya I'm serious" She looked up to me "He really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; likes me I know it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh Meero I can't believe this" I sat down beside her. "Wallah if you don't believe me talk to him!" She quickly dialed his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talk to him?" I asked confused. "If you listen to him .. you'll believe me he changed he's not that jerk anymore" She smiled softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meera: &lt;/span&gt;Aloo Jasim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim:&lt;/span&gt; Finally you are calling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meera: &lt;/span&gt;Mmmm ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;Sho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera stared at me for a minute then continued talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meera: &lt;/span&gt;Haya found out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;About us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meera: &lt;/span&gt;Heeh 3eyal sho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim:&lt;/span&gt; A7san now we don't have to sneak around this is a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meera:&lt;/span&gt; I know bas ... she still isn't comfortable with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim:&lt;/span&gt; Yaraby oo hee sho da5alha?? This relationship is between you and me mob you me and Haya this is not a love triangle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meera:&lt;/span&gt; Jasim I know bas please talk to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;Talk to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meera:&lt;/span&gt; Yaah .. tell her how ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;How what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meera: &lt;/span&gt;Y3ny this is not a game for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;Of course it's not a game Meera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meera:&lt;/span&gt; I know bas .. she thinks that way el mohem talk to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;Okay wala eyhmch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera looked nervously at me for a moment then handed me her phone. "Talk to him" She ordered. "To who Jasim?" I asked. "Y3ny mno!" She rolled her eyes. "Okay" I said and picked up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Esalam 3alaikom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;W3alaych esalam .. we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at Meera for a moment then moved away to talk privately with Jasim,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this is going to be interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;Haya lazem tefhemeeny I really do like Meera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;I know .. bas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;How can you trust me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Well ... yeah&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -I stared at Meera for a second and lowered my voice- &lt;/span&gt;.. I don't want you to hurt her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;I won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Well el9ara7ah that's hard to believe considering your past with women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;PAST we are talking about NOW I've changed wallah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; People can't change that fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim:&lt;/span&gt; Stop being so negative. I really did change and I'm going to prove it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Prove it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim:&lt;/span&gt; On Saturday my parents are coming by for a visit they're throwing this dinner party because they opened a branch of their company here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Enzain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;I invited Meera to come I want to introduce her to my parents and I want you to come as well to see how serious I am about Meera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;How would this party thing show how serious you are about Meera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim:&lt;/span&gt; You'll see .. just come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ummmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;3ashan ma9la7at Meera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Uff ok for Meera's sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim:&lt;/span&gt; Good yalla I have to close now I'm glad we came down to an agreement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Mmmm ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim: &lt;/span&gt;Yalla ma3a esalameh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended the conversation and quickly headed to Meera. I gave her the mobile phone back. "What did he say?" She blurt out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He just kept telling me how much he likes you" I smiled wryly. Meera blushed slightly "I already know that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And he invited me to some party" I added. "His parents' party?" Meera asked. "Heih that party" I mumbled. "Leish?" She asked curiously. "Madry wallah he said he wants to prove to me how much he likes you" I said confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya raby Jasim wayd romantic" She sighed to herself. "Ekkhh don't go all lovey-dovey when I'm around I can't stand it!" I scolded her. "You are just jealous" Meera brushed me off and headed to her bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have no idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay Tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luv you all &lt;/span&gt;,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Lover in Dubai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-8814492902781451539?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway I'm very sorry for not posting at all but I was caught up with traveling and my family! But I promised to post once in a while (during my travel) so here's a part for all of you! I'm so sorry for this late post :***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Previously; (I bet no one remembers what happened in the previous post hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was still laying on the couch watching the morning news, because Meera have left me all alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I HATE BEING SICK!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"AAAHHHH GET OUT" I jumped on the criminal and tried to hit him but he held the stick in a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BALAAAAAACH?" The criminal screamed back and I could see his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT THE HELL GHANEM?" I shouted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I want to borrow something" He muttered. "Borrow something?" I asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what the hell does he want to borrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhh some stuff from your kitchen" He finally said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Cook for me" I smiled innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Heyyy! Ween sayer?" I asked him. "I'm leaving" He raised his eyebrow. "Nooooooooo" I whined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wanted food I gave you food. Ba3ad sho tebain? Leave me alone" He said annoyed and stood up ready to leave when I held the end of his sleeve. "Please don't! Allah y5aleek I need company or I'll die" I said sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;RING RING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that's my phone" I quickly stood up and glanced at my phone's screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MOM IS CALLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fine. I just wanted to tell you that your father and I canceled your plane ticket back to Dubai this January for Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SHO? LAISH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Calm down! Your father and I are so tired and want a break so we are going to the Maldives during the winter break so you don't have to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whatever! I don't even want to see you guys! I wanna see 3abdallah 7maid ow 7a9oo9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We canceled their tickets as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; WHAT? You are depriving me from my own siblings! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"And I .. " I sat on the couch beside Ghanem. "fought with.. my .. my .. mom" I sobbed. "It's all .. your fault" I looked at him angrily and hit him with a pillow. "It's .. " I chocked on my own tears "your fault."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-style: italic; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I looked at him, he was so blurry, I couldn't see anymore, my eyes were puffy filled with tears, I haven't slept and I was .. exx...ha...u...s..................ted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suddenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Haya?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I quickly looked behind me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "3abdallah?" I whispered carefully. He smiled softly. "Ta3aly" He gestured me to follow him. So I did. I slowly walked behind him, but then he suddenly started to run. And run and run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was tired, exhausted I couldn't run anymore. "WAIT!" I screamed at him. He looked back at me for a second then continued running. I tried to catch up to him, I really did. I ran and ran until I fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"3abood WAIT!!!" I pleaded for him. But he didn't listen, and in seconds he disappeared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I looked sadly at the ground. It was cold, I was all alone in this big big house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Where is everyone? Where are my parents? My siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Haya are you okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I heard my sister's voice lingering around. I quickly looked up, with tears sliding down my cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But it wasn't my sister Hessa it was Ghanim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Ghanim?" I asked shocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Haya?" He said gently. And I just looked at him, speechless. "Haya" He repeated "Are you okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Haya? Haya?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"HAYA? ARE YOU OKAY?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I suddenly opened my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Oh it was a dream" I mumbled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But why is Ghanim's face still here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What's going on?" I asked confused and I touched my face that was smudged with tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What happened? Oh .. my mom .. the fight .. Ghanim? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Ummm" Ghanim murmured like he was embarrassed. "You were a bit upset you were crying then you suddenly fell asleep. On my shoulder" He said pointing to his shoulder that was filled with tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shit, HOW EMBARRASSING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"You suddenly started crying you freaked me out" He explained. "Oh .. when did I fall asleep?" I asked looking around the room to make sure everything was real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"About two hours ago" He answered. "WHAT?" I jumped off the couch in utter shock. "And you stayed here? Why didn't you leave?"I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Haha you think I didn't try? You kept holding onto my shirt tightly you didn't let me leave! Hell you didn't even let me move!" He grinned. My cheeks immediately flushed and I sat down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But then our conversation ended when the door flew wide open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"MAMA'S HERE!" Screamed Meera as she came in enthusiastically but stopped when she spotted Ghanem sitting beside me on the couch. "Oh .. " she let out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But oh, Meera wasn't alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "Hey Haya" I heard Hamad's voice in the background.  Hamad came in flashing a smile, but it quickly shifted when he spotted Ghanem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What are you doing here?" Meera and Hamad asked the same question to Ghanim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yaraby this is so awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Umm he just came to borrow something then stayed here to keep me company" I smiled awkwardly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Hahahhahaa Haya!" Ghanim suddenly started to laugh. I looked at him confused. "Leish mesta7ya? Tell them the real story" Ghanem winked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "Shoo?" I asked really confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Hamad and Meera gave Ghanim a nod for him to continue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Well Haya called me up to her apartment and begged me to come by to take care of her" He smirked to me. "What" I mouthed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "And of course I can't say no to her ya3ny!" He laughed and put his arm around my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; What? I tried to talk but I was speechless, how .. how come when I really REALLY need to speak I lose words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My expression went blank, Hamad's face suddenly messed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sure he misunderstood I'm positive he thought there's something between Ghanim and I. A9lan why is Ghanim acting like this? Seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Oh 3yal looks like you are feeling better now Haya" Hamad smiled politely. "Anyways nice seeing you .. But I need to .. uhmm get going" Hamad quickly moved towards the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I tried to say something but I was still in shock with Ghanim's weird behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Meera gave me a really weird, disappointed, and disgusted look. "Mmmm Hamad wait I'll walk you to your apartment" Meera caught up to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Strangely, when Meera and Hamad left I finally regained my ability to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. "OH MY GOD" I nudged Ghanim's arms away from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Sho feek? Why the hell did you do that!" I said angrily. "Mmmm" Ghanim smiled devilishly. "WHY?" I repeated. Ghanim looked at me for a moment then stood up "Because you don't know men"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Haaa?" I whispered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What .. the hell .. ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ghanim rolled his eyes like he was bored "I did that so Hamad thinks we are together"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"WHAT?" I stood up quickly. "Leish? We are not together! Omg ent 9dg maynoon" I almost screamed from frustration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "You idiot" He sighed. "Guys like girls who are TAKEN, or at least seem to be. Hamad now will be more interested in you. Guys like girls they can't have. So now he'll take the first step" He said confidently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I stared at him disgusted. "Go out" I ordered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I'm doing you a favor" Ghanim said. "No .. you are not! I don't want to be a part of your mischievous games! Ana mb chy! Mar'9a 3ala 3emry I'm a human not a game and I don't want to deceive Hamad like that!" By the end of my lecture I was exhausted and started breathing heavily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sheesh Why doesn't Ghanim look upset or a bit guilty? Is this guy emotionless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Fine" He smirked. "Why are you smiling?" I demanded. "I'm not" He replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "Uffff go out already!" I pushed him. "You shouldn't push your guests" He grinned. "You are not my guest" I glared. "Kaifch. You should get some rest" He said and headed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seriously what is WRONG with Ghanim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stayed Tuned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A Lover in Dubai .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-2852912143626813752?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(Probably the longest post I ever did hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is I won't be posting that regularly for about a month because I'm traveling this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry! I'll try my best to post while my travel. Love you all :****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PREVIOUSLY;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Arrgghhhh" I groaned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I couldn't say anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Whatever" I finally blurted out and headed to our apartment when I heard Ghanim screaming. " BY THE WAY WE ARE NEIGHBOURS!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I quickly looked back at him "You GOTTA BE KIDDING!!!!!" I kept complaining to myself and headed upstairs. But I could still hear upstairs Ghanim laughing hysterically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akkh Akkhh Urggh" I coughed while trying to sleep. It was already 5 AM and I didn't get any sleep at all, my lungs are killing me, and I feel like I can NOT breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm really sick and I hate being sick! I think I caught a cold or something. Today is Wednesday and I already skipped 2 days of university because of my sickness and this will be my third. I was hoping to go back to university today but I couldn't even sleep and so I still feel dead-tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of my bed lazily "Uff mashay faydeh I'll never be able to sleep" I muttered and walked to the living room. As soon as I reached the couch I laid restlessly on it and started watching reruns on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed to myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel so sorry for myself!&lt;/span&gt; "Good morning" Meera came out rubbing her eyes. "Leish wa3yah min waqt? You are sick you should be in bed" She said with her sleepy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I .. "-cough-"couldn't sleep" I sighed. "Awww 7beebty you are gonna be fine soon enshalla go take a shower or something okay?" She tried to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "AAggh I barely can move Meero!" I complained lazily. "Oh 9a7 I forgot I have a major test today .. I have to go to aljam3a now .. I wanna ask the professor some questions before the test" She suddenly rushed into her room to get dressed. "Ufffff looks like I'll be alone today too" I whined to my pathetic sick self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- 2 hours later 8:30 AM -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still laying on the couch watching the morning news, because Meera have left me all alone.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I HATE BEING SICK!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;I was so bored to the extent that I started to count the lights in the room when ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHING CHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell is that" I quickly jumped up and walked around to see where the noise was coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHING CHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Omg sho haa" I asked myself while getting closer to the door. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit, I think someone is breaking in!&lt;/span&gt; "OMG OMG OMG" I whispered to myself nervously while watching the door knob move slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "OMG akeed 7aramy shit" I said quietly and searched for something to defend myself. I found a long stick that actually was used to hold up the curtains but it was broken. So I picked it up quietly and hid behind the door waiting for the criminal to come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 seconds later the door slowly opened and I quickly attacked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAAHHHH GET OUT" I jumped on the criminal and tried to hit him but he held the stick in a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BALAAAAAACH?" The criminal screamed back and I could see his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT THE HELL GHANEM?" I shouted. "YAH it's me! Yal mtwa7sha why did you attack me?" He asked angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I think the question is why are you breaking into my apartment!!!!!" I shrieked. "I'm not yl '3abya" He sighed. "YOU ARE!!!" I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yaraby just shut up! This is my building I can get keys to any of the apartments" He rolled his eyes. "You are still trespassing you are crazy wallah!" I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "A9ln why are you here" I asked him suspiciously. "Why are you here?" He asked back pointing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhh .. I LIVE HERE!" I said sarcastically. "NO! You are supposed to be at university" He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sick" I sighed. "Oh that's why you look like crap" He laughed. "You are a shameful man making jokes on sick people" I hit his arm. "Hahaha keify" He teased. "Oh you are so childish anyways why did you come here" I asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I .. " He stuttered. "What?" I asked straight-forwardly. "I want to borrow something" He muttered. "Borrow something?" I asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what the hell does he want to borrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhh some stuff from your kitchen" He finally said. "Oh trust us we have NO food" I giggled, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because I was hungry myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you cook?" Ghanem asked curiously. "Ummm no" I said confused. Ghanem started shaking his head in disapproval "A person should know how to cook."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "AAH Whatever yalla what do you want?" I asked. "I want some olive oil and flour" He sighed. "Whaaat? You cook?" I asked shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yes and I'm good at it. Oh a9ln I'm good at everything I do." He laughed arrogantly to himself. I just raised my eyebrow at him "Okay it's in the kitchen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obviously" He rolled his eyes and headed to our kitchen, quickly gathered the things he wanted and was ready to leave, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I got an idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!!!! Wait" I shrieked at him. "Besmellah sho tebain?" He looked at me confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Cook for me" I smiled innocently. "SHO?" He asked in disbelief. "Well I'm sick" I gave him the puppy dog eyes. "And I'm hungry" I started touching my empty stomach and pouting sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Let me think .. Hmmmm... NO" He said coldly. "Ayyyy please Ghanem wallah 7aram ana meskeena and yo3ana I'm sick! Check out my fever it's bad!" I begged him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never thought I'd do that, but I was desperate.&lt;/span&gt; "No means no" He said firmly and was ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please Ghanem! I'm sick of this! I've been stuck here for 2 days without anyone for company and no food plus I'm so sick! Mb 7aram? Come on be nice for once! I promise I won't tell anyone" I grinned innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uffghh OK just because I like your kitchen" He said. "YAAAY!!!!!" I quickly jumped on the couch. "Yalla I'll watch you cook from here I want something nice okay?" I said excitedly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was very hungry.&lt;/span&gt; "Laa wallaah tet2amerain oo tetshare6ain?" He said angrily, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woah this guy has the shortest temper ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"5ala9 5ala9 sorry do anything you want" I quickly said. "Enzain" He muttered and started wandering around the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes later I started to cough uncontrollably as usual. But what was unusual is that Ghanem suddenly ran to me "Shit are you okay?" He asked nervously. "Should I call an ambulance or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hhaha"-cough-"laa I'm okay hehe it happens often when your sick" I smiled. "OH YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME" He said angrily. "Because I wasn't in the mood to take you to a hospital too much trouble" He rolled his eyes and got back to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahahahhaha he's so cute when he's pissed. What? Did I say cute? No no must be the sickness talking I feel very dizzy akeed ana m5arfa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Besides I like Hamad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do like Hamad right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here" I suddenly hear. "Haa sho?" I stared at Ghanem blankly. "You were daydreaming" He said and handed me a bowl of what looked like soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sho ha? It's looks so weird" I stared at the bowl, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was GREEN SOUP ewww!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eat it it's good for sick people" He ordered. "Mabaaa!" I whined. "Laaa wallah 3ogb ma I did it sho hal dala3" He said angrily, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he gets angry very quickly seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's GREEN!!!!" I quickly said. "SO?" He growled. "Besmellah calm down! It's just that it looks ya3ny disgusting ast'3frllah" I said quietly so he doesn't chop my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLEK BLEK BLEK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh shit my stomach is making noises sho fsheela!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghanem started to laugh "Choofy your stomach wants it." "Maba" I whispered embarrassed."It tastes better than it looks, trust me" He said coldly and sat beside me on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just kept staring at the soup. "TRY IT" Ghanem suddenly shouted. "Okay! Calm down I will!" I quickly took a sip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Woah it actually tastes nice" I said surprised. "I told you I'm good at everything I do" He smirked proudly. So I continued attacking the yummy green soup when Ghanim stood up and looked like he was ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heyyy! Ween sayer?" I asked him. "I'm leaving" He raised his eyebrow. "Nooooooooo" I whined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You wanted food I gave you food. Ba3ad sho tebain? Leave me alone" He said annoyed and stood up ready to leave when I held the end of his sleeve. "Please don't! Allah y5aleek I need company or I'll die" I said sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha now I'll never stay with you" He laughed. "Why?" I asked. "Well you said you'll die if I leave! And I want you to die of course" He grinned. "Damek thjeel" I put my tongue out."Yalla 3an el sa5afa and stay with me please" I gave him my innocent teary eyes. "Uhh okay" He sat down on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we stayed quiet for a moment. "You know this is awkward" Ghanim blurted out. " Adry .. so let's talk to fill out the awkward silence" I suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ugh I hate talking it's soo" He tried to say but I chopped him off "Human-like? So obviously you hate it because you are nothing like humans" I joked. "Haha not funny" He gave me a cold glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say something!" I whined. "God you are such a whiner uff 5ala9 okay what are you studying in university?" He asked. "That's such a boring question! Computer science" I answered. "Woah that's a boring major" He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ayhh chub! This is such a boring conversation ask something else" I ordered him. "AAgh how many siblings do you have?" He asked uninterested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept laughing "Thirteen." "WHAT YOU GOTTA BE JOKING!" His eyes were wide open. "Haha wallah you want me to name them?" I teased ."NO! That would take ages" He smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You?" I asked. "A sister and brother" He answered. "Kash5a! I bet you guys are a close family" I smiled. "Not really" He said coolly. "Leish?" I asked curiously. "I don't like to discuss my family" He suddenly said in a serious tone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit I bet that's a sensitive topic to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RING RING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that's my phone" I quickly stood up and glanced at my phone's screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOM IS CALLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh it's my mom I'll get this. Don't leave!" I ordered him. He just subtly nodded. I picked up the phone and started to wander around the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Halla Umy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;Ahlain 7beebty .. wait what's wrong with your voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Haha if you call more often knty bat3arfein eny meree'9a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;Don't be so harsh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Umy you haven't called me in two weeks. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And suddenly I felt that I've gotten angry, weird I never get angry when mom doesn't call I'm .. I'm use to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;I was busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;With what? Your parties?. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I started to get angrier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;Haya are you okay? Balach m'3ay'6a you never get angry because of this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Ufff mashay why did you call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;Can't I call my daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Haha mom please I know you want to tell me something. You never call just to check up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;Fine. I just wanted to tell you that your father and I canceled your plane ticket back to Dubai this January for Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;SHO? LAISH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; Calm down! Your father and I are so tired and want a break so we are going to the Maldives during the winter break so you don't have to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Laaa? Tired of what? The luxurious life you live? Not taking care of your kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I started to scold her, I was mad. Hell I was furious. I never realized how terrible my mom was until I came here. When I met Ghanim, when he told me how lost and empty I am, and it is their fault. THEIR FAULT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;HAYA! Don't dare talk to me with that tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Whatever! I don't even want to see you guys! I wanna see 3abdallah 7maid ow 7a9oo9. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only siblings that I actually bond with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;We canceled their tickets as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; WHAT? You are depriving me from my own siblings! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I started to slowly cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;I told you we need a vacation. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mom's voice started to shake, she was shocked from my behavior and very nervous, obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Your whole life is a vacation mom. I wanna see my family I need them. Bas ento mat'htamoon feena you just care about yourselves. If you and dad were going to be such horrible parents leish ybtoo 14 kids! You destroyed 14 people's lives! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I started to scream all of a sudden that I even lost my breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;Haya? How .. How could say .. something soo .. evil ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Because .. because I'm FED UP! I miss them .. I miss my family .. I'm only .. only 18 .. why do you make me suffer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn't take it anymore&lt;/span&gt;. So I closed the phone as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At first I was hurt. But then I was ashamed. How .. how could I talk to my mom like that? I mean of course I was angry. But I never EVER talked to my mom like that. No matter what I always respected her, I can't believe I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always accepted how they ignored me, how they tried to break our already broken family. But .. after Ghanim told me, how I'm a sad, lonely, person and I knew .. it was my parents fault. I exploded and I won't forgive myself for that. And I know .. my mom is a child she'll never ever talk to me again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Ghanim and I burst into tears. I walked towards him and he just looked confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ... I ..." my voice was trembling. "won't see my brothers and sister" I tried to gasp for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I .. " I sat on the couch beside him. "fought with.. my .. my .. mom" I sobbed. "It's all .. your fault" I looked at him angrily and hit him with a pillow. "It's .. " I chocked on my own tears "your fault."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghanim looked at my sympathetically, he didn't ask anything, he just let me attack him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's ... all .. your fault" I continued crying. "Haya .. " Ghanim softly said. "It's gonna be okay .. shhhh calm down" He said gently. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which was .. very weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No .. Noo it won't" I continued sobbing. He patted my head like you would to a child. "It will be" He smiled sympathetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him, he was so blurry, I couldn't see anymore, my eyes were puffy filled with tears, I haven't slept and I was .. exx...ha...u...s..................ted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suddenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Lover in Dubai ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COMMENT if you loved this part ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-6924718756231442554?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's not as long as the previous one but it's a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Previously;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Haya I like you" Ghanim said all of a sudden. WHAT? "That's why I'm going to help you" He grinned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Help .. me .. in .. ?" I finally blurt out a question. "In getting Hamad" He smirked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Sho? La kam marah agolek ena I don't like 7amad!" I quickly sighed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "You do .. stop denying it and being a kid! Besides Maha pisses me off and I want to get rid of her" He said evilly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; " Kint at7ara Maha is your friend" I said confused. "She's not. She's just a clueless girl sticking to us and Hamad feels sorry for her. Well .. with time it kind of turned to a friendship bas hee maynoona .. she's so obsessed with him .. and she ruins my friendship with Hamad and I never NEVER want that to happen and getting you to the picture will make her back off" He explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "So I'm just a plan?" I asked not sure if I was happy or confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes?" He replied coldly. Oh well .. normal Ghanim is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like making a deal with the devil" I mumbled. "Admit it, it is a tempting offer" He winked charmingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charmingly? Since when did Ghanem look charming? OMG SNAP OUT OF IT HAYA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera and I woke extra early this Sunday to pick up some groceries. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exciting right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not. You see Meera is so picky with choosing every vegetable, cleaning products and even chips!  I practically spent all my Sunday at the supermarket! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when we were done at last we headed back to our apartment. And Just as we got back, we bumped into Ghanim at our building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha .. at are you doing here?" I asked him nervously, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have no idea why I was so nervous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghanim just stared at us for a moment and said "It's my building I can be here any time I want"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay" Meera rolled her eyes "Haya you can chat with your friend while I take the bags to our apartment" She whispered to me. "What?" I whispered back. "He's not my friend" I muttered. "Ahaaa" Meera said sarcastically and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your friend is weird" Ghanim randomly said. "I know" I smiled awkwardly, then I noticed that he was surrounded by boxes and suitcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sho ha?" I asked and pointed at them. "Uh.. boxes and bags?" He said sarcastically. "NO! Why are they here" I asked impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I'm moving here" He smiled casually and picked up a box. "WHAT?" I shrieked "Tetma95ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laa" Ghanim looked at me confused and picked up another box. "LEISH?" I asked the only question that popped on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Silly silly Haya just be thankful" He smirked ."Thankful? 7ag sho?" I stared at him shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I have no idea why I was so angry, I hate being around Ghanim he pisses me off and we're so awkward when we are around each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll find out" He finally said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whaa .. at?" I uttered but was interrupted by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hamad's "Hey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god Hamad" I blurted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha nice to see you too Haya" Hamad laughed. "Oh no I was just ummm surprised" I quickly said. "Oh so Ghanim told you we are moving here" Hamad flashed me a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haaa? Hamad you are moving here too?" I asked excitedly. "Yaah! Wait .. why do you seem upset?" He suddenly asked looking concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm no no mashay" I smiled. "Okay then .. so see you around" Hamad picked up one of the suitcases and headed to their apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghanem just flashed me a devilish grin "I told you to be thankful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you doing this?" I asked immediately. "Haya ana geltlech eneh I'll help you out with Hamad didn't I? So I'm doing it. You see he'll never live somewhere without me so we're moving here together" He smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But .. I don't need your help ufff" I protested "I don't even like Hamad" I denied my "obvious" crush on Hamad, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which seems to be fading away by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghanim rolled his eyes "Ge9y 3ala 3emrech. But I know the truth. You. Like. Hamad." He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arrgghhhh" I groaned. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn't say anything else.&lt;/span&gt; "Whatever" I finally blurted out and headed to our apartment when I heard Ghanim screaming. " BY THE WAY WE ARE NEIGHBOURS!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly looked back at him "You GOTTA BE KIDDING!!!!!" I kept complaining to myself and headed upstairs. But I could still hear upstairs Ghanim laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Tuned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lover in Dubai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-7996543644111482026?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One of my favs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY ;) I bet you will lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Previously;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Don't deny it. We both know you think Hamad likes you but he doesn't. He's just being nice" but I chopped Ghanim off "Why are you telling me this?" I asked aggressively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghanim grinned lazily "Because you are like every other girl that falls into his trap. A7salch tesme3eeny stay away from him, he's just naturally nice he doesn't mean anything other than that he's a9ln already taken" He said coldly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I smiled and headed to the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I didn't tell you it's okay for you to leave" She shot me a glare and held my wrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I stared at her shocked, is she SERIOUS? "Let go of my hand" I muttered. "Let GO!" Meera growled, Meera always loved fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just back off" Maha whispered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As I gathered my things [to leave] I glanced to Ghanem who was smirking suspiciously. IGNORE HIM HAYA! Uff he makes me more nervous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meera and I quickly left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't believe what just happened. Is Maha OUT OF HER MIND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the Maha disaster I didn't encounter Hamad again, and I was upset. I know I said I didn't have a thing for him, but I kinda little bitty titty DID. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was really sweet and I was looking forward to getting to know him better! But Maha is urrgghh an obstacle. I really CANNOT believe how CRAZY she is, she is mentally ill, seriously she needs a psychiatrist ASAP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway Meera kept saying that this "group of friends" are basically trouble. So she advices me to back off .. hmmm maybe it's for my own good, I don't like drama you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I lived my life without them. Oh and so I thought .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the other day I was hanging out at our lobby chatting with our concierge when I heard ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I .. Told .. You .. So" in a a rhythm ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked behind me quickly. Ghanem was standing there, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what a shock, NOT. He always attacks when I least expect it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You told me what?" I asked aggressively, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he really pisses me off&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha looks like you don't like when you are wrong and I'm right" He grinned arrogantly. "'Me? Wrong? Huh?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't I tell you to stay away from Hamad?" He smirked "I told you .. but you didn't listen did you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I .. " I uttered,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; okay so he did warn me about this, he did say Hamad was kinda "taken" .. but I didn't know that something like that would happen! Wait how does he know about the Maha incidence? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm .. I did stay away. But .. but he invited me that day mayestewy agool la!" I finally said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You like him" Ghanim said firmly. "I .. I don't!" I protested. "You do" He repeated. "Stop denying it, it's pathetic" He started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want Ghanem?" I asked annoyed. "Good question" He murmured. "Then give me an answer" I demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just like to .. hmm .. annoy you, it amuses me" He smiled devilishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sighed,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I had NO energy to fight with him. &lt;/span&gt;"Hamad is taken, he'll always be taken. Maha has him under her spell you know" Ghanim suddenly said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ufff I don't care!" I muttered "Ana bas agolech lee ma9la7tech all the girls like you end up hurt and I end up cleaning Hamad's mess" He said sounding annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oh look at the time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brat,&lt;/span&gt; I have to leave" He smirked and quickly left the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This guy is VERY cold, I seriously don't get him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I got back to our building a bit late, because I was wandering around the city and lost track of time. Heading back I started hearing loud music coming from our street. As I reached our building I opened the door and there was a ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PARTY in our LOBBY.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How is that even possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squeezed myself between the people, the commotion was unbearable! People were jumping up and down, drinks were served everywhere, I had no idea if they were alcoholic but I assumed they were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get to the elevators when I spotted someone I know. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasim&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marched up to him "JASIM SHO MESTEWY HNY?" I asked him, more like screamed it was so noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PARTY ARE YOU BLIND?" He screamed back to me and then I noticed Ghanem was sitting behind him on a chair. "LET ME GUESS GHANEM'S PARTY?" I asked sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haih shega 3erafty?" Jasim asked shocked. I just rolled my eyes at his stupidity and walked to Ghanim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "GHANIM!" I screamed. He looked at me, his face was completely pale and tired, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;god I bet he's drunk 3afanallah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"IS THIS YOUR PARTY?" I screamed. "Ufff lat9ar5een asma3ch .. yes it's my party" He looked at me annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enzein why don't you respect that people are living here! Wait .. you don't even live here! Sho tet7ara bait ubook?" I scolded him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed "Actually not, it's mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Sho?" I asked confused. "This building .. it's mine I own it, that's why I'm throwing a party here." He laughed for a second then started to cough. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, so GAF6AH but whatever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uf just lower the music" I sighed. But Ghanem didn't reply and he just kept coughing I looked at him worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Jasim what's wrong with him?" I asked. "Ohhh nothing he's just allergic to the smoke!" He said casually. "Then why did you allow smoking?" I asked shocked. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is Jasim so inconsiderate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AH people don't listen! We banned smoking and beer but well people don't really care they just want to party" Explained Jasim. "You guys don't drink?" I asked shocked,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I have no idea why I assumed they forgot about our religion, I should stop assuming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jasim looked at me a bit disgusted "No 9a7 enna we party but we still know deena"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay I'm shocked but that's besides the point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghanem suddenly started to cough uncontrollably it freaked me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Wont you help him out?" I quickly asked Jasim. "Ah maleh da3y .. it always happens no big deal" He said and then suddenly disappeared between dancing girls. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Typical! Now I have to deal with this mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached Ghanem and bent to reach his level. "Ghanem .. Ghanem look at me" I said softly, he just kept coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ta3al 5alna en6ale3k bara3 you need fresh air" I said patting his shoulder. "I'm okay" He brushed me off. "3an el m3anad you are obviously NOT!" I lifted up his head. "Yalla 3ad don't do this to yourself" I said to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just nodded and stood up.We quickly made our way between the crowd and Ghanem kept coughing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit it's like he's going to faint any second now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out of the building at last and stood a bit away from all the craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stood silent for a couple of minutes and I just kept staring to the sky. It was a beautiful night, lights everywhere, a bit chilly, and the smell of New York's streets was everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Ghanim, he was still coughing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This might be the only time I've seen him look so, weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got closer to him "Ghanim I think you should sit down" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maba .. I've told you that I'm"- He coughed strongly - "fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then started staring at the ground. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He seemed a bit ashamed that I saw him looking so, powerless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ghanim just sit down here"- I pointed to the steps-"Please" I smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate seeing people look so tired, why did he have to stay in there? Did he WANT to kill himself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine" He mumbled "Ahh 3ashan 5a6ry" I sighed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay that sounded way too wrong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me with a what-the-hell look but then smiled, a warm smile. "Enzain" He gave up and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you do that to yourself? I asked. "Sho?" He looked at me. "Ya3ny you do a party! It's inevitable that smoking would be there! And you are allergic!" I said sounding confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just because I'm allergic to it doesn't mean I'll end my fun for it" He grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down beside him. "You are too weird" I sighed."9edg??" He asked curiously. "Yes you'd hurt yourself just to live the way you want" I explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Isn't that a good thing? No matter how much it hurts I'll always do what I want" He laughed. "Hmmmmmmmmm I guess that's nice" I said staring at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked at him for a moment, we gazed into each other's faces for a while, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it .. was WEIRD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ghanim was suddenly not "the Jerk" I knew anymore, he looked very sweet and peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly got closer to me, and I widened my eyes,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I knew that something would happen is he GOING TO KISS ME? Oh my god&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly jumped up. "Balach?" He asked looking amused. "Umm mm mm m mashay" I laughed nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laykoon you thought .. " and he laughed "Haya I just wanted to brush a little bug off your shoulders" He sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Omg, shit EMBARRASSING. &lt;/span&gt;"Wait what a BUG?" I asked and started looking at my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's gone now" He laughed. "Ohh" I blushed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit I'm an idiot how could I think he wanted to kiss me I mean hello .. HELLO he just likes to annoy me. I'm such an idiot! Shit. Shit. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haya" He suddenly said cutting off my deep thinking "Just .. This is hard to say .. Just .." He murdered "What?" I asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just don't ever think I'd have feeling for you. Don't misunderstand, please don't be that naive" He said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew he was trying to say it in the nicest way he can, but that's impossible since he is mean-spirited after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cheeks blew up with all the colors of the rainbow,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm so embarrassed! What sucks is I didn't even deny it! It's so obvious that I thought he'd kiss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haya I like you" He said all of a sudden. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT? "&lt;/span&gt;That's why I'm going to help you" He grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help .. me .. in .. ?" I finally blurt out a question. "In getting Hamad" He smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Sho? La kam marah agolek ena I don't like 7amad!" I quickly sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You do .. stop denying it and being a kid! Besides Maha pisses me off and I want to get rid of her" He said evilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What? Isn't Maha his friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She sticks to us like hell, she plays the innocent victim and Hamad falls for it. He sees her as a sister you know but with time that would change, she will make him fall for her and no one wants that do we?" He smiled mischievously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Kint at7ara Maha is your friend" I said confused. "She's not. She's just a clueless girl sticking to us and Hamad feels sorry for her. Well .. with time it kind of turned to a friendship bas hee maynoona .. she's so obsessed with him .. and she ruins my friendship with Hamad and I never NEVER want that to happen and getting you to the picture will make her back off" He explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "So I'm just a plan?" I asked not sure if I was happy or confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?" He replied coldly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh well .. normal Ghanim is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"It's like making a deal with the devil" I mumbled. "Admit it, it is a tempting offer" He winked charmingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charmingly? Since when did Ghanem look charming? OMG SNAP OUT OF IT HAYA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gave him the you-are-weird look, and I never really gave him back an answer. Well because I didn't want him to know that I really do like .. Hamad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wait .. I do like Hamad right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I left Ghanim by the steps and went back to our apartment, drowning in my deep thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lover in Dubai ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you like this part ;) If so comment! luvv you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-4266289291617737718?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Don't worry though Part 18 is LONG and fun ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PREVIOUSLY;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So join us for lunch!" Hamad smiled widely. "Lunch?" I asked hesitantly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As we got there, we were shocked. Everyone was there. EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down by her [Maha] and said "Hey" and weirdly she shot me a huge smile "Hey! About time we see you again" She chuckled femininely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exactly when we opened the bathroom door to go back we were greeted by Maha. Her innocent smile has turned to a terrible, terrible scary frown and glare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You" Maha muttered to me "go back in we have some talking to do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the bathroom. Maha closed the door behind us and kept staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maba akoon we'3da ma3ach but I'll get straight to the point what are you doing here?" She muttered trying to control her anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well Hamad invited us" I said confidently. "You think"-And she took a deep breathe-" That I'll believe that? He's just being nice, wayd ashkera you are trying to hook up with him. Leave him alone I'm being very clear oo mu7tarama wyach now" She said indifferently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me? Leish shakly w7da mob chayfa 5air? No sweety I'm not running after anyone! I'm not even interested in him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- big lie but whatever -&lt;/span&gt; don't assume 3ala keifch" I smiled and headed to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't tell you it's okay for you to leave" She shot me a glare and held my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her shocked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is she SERIOUS?&lt;/span&gt; "Let go of my hand" I muttered. "Let GO!" Meera growled,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Meera always loved fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Just back off" Maha whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera and I quickly left the bathroom. As we headed back to our table it was obvious how my face was, MESSED UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haya are you okay?" Hamad suddenly asked looking concerned. "Uhmm heih al7mdellah leish tes2al" I pretended to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You look a bit pale and .. shocked" Hamad said confused. "Ohhh" I murmured "I think I have to go" I suddenly said out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Why?" Jasim and Hamad asked in the same time. "I remembered I have stuff to uhmm .. do" I quickly made up a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obviously they all believed it, except Ghanem I could see it from his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I gathered my things I glanced to Ghanem who was smirking suspiciously. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IGNORE HIM HAYA! Uff he makes me more nervous&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were about to leave Maha finally came back "You guys leaving?" She smiled sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How the hell does Hamad not see through her fake innocent act? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heih I have stuff I forgot to do for university" I said. "Ahaa good luck 3eyal!" She waved goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera and I quickly left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't believe what just happened. Is Maha OUT OF HER MIND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stayed Tuned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Lover in Dubai .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-6062174603093401532?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You're weird, you're like scared of freedom, you don't want it, you'd rather be safe. And on top of that you are too independent you don't like to trust people you like to do everything by yourself. Which makes you a loner, a pretty empty loner. Am I right?" He ended it with a trick question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wasn't impressed with how Ghanem analyzed me, it's because he knew me better than I knew myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What have I become? I was sad, sad of who I am. Why am I like this? Why do I fear adventure, happiness and freedom? Why do I do this to myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My eyes started filling up with potential water works, I couldn't stop myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The worst thing is when someone else tells you who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That night I just kept thinking of what my life came to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I became an empty person, and Ghanem, the guy I judged, in the end showed that to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm .. I'm empty, lonely, I have no one, except Meera probably, I have no sense of youth, or adventure, that's just .. sad! I .. never expected me to turn out this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The next day I kept flipping on my bed for hours, I did not want to wake up and well have a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll snuggle with my pillows, blanket and enjoy my weekend doing nothing. Ah that sounds good. Besides I was DEPRESSED from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;Meera, as usual, tried to drag me out of bed and convinced me that I need a breathe of fresh air. "Haya you are too young to think about this stuff! finding out who you are or whatever" She said while pulling my blanket away. "Mabaaaaaa" I shrieked "Chab yalla goomy!" She threw the pillow on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmmmmm maybe she's right, maybe I'm thinking too much into the fact that I am an empty person. Anyways just to shut her up I took a book, my ipod and headed for a nice afternoon at central park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe the silence of nature will calm me down and put me to ease. I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sat at the park bench for about 20 minutes trying to concentrate on the book, but I just couldn't! The idea of me being a weak and empty person, destroyed me! Why can't Meera understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just sighed and kept staring at the book. "Maybe if I stare at it I'll convince myself to read it" I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10 minutes passed and no results, Uff now I feel more distracted and annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"HAYA!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly looked up to be greeted by Hamad, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh now that really cheered me up&lt;/span&gt;! I flashed him a smile ..  but then an aura of darkness appeared, Ghanim was standing just next to him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Hamad" I continued smiling "And Ghanem" I added. Ghanem just nodded subtly and Hamad started to chat "Sho itsaween?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe isn't it obvious? I'm reading a book" I teased girlishly,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Haha I suck at being girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"How are you?" &lt;/span&gt;Ghanem suddenly asked, and that shocked both me and Hamad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" I asked "Are you feeling better? I mean better than yesterday. You looked .. hmm .. not yourself yesterday" Ghanem said expressionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhmm .. yes .. " I answered unsure, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is he asking? Why does he even care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Am I missing something sho istewa elbar7a?" Hamad asked curiously. "Mashay bas kanat shway m'6ayja that's all" Ghanem replied casually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't!" I quickly said. Hamad looked at me waiting for me to say something. "I was just uhmm a bit tired" I finally said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh salamtech" Hamad looked worried. "Allah eysalemk" I replied politely. "So is this how you are going to spend your Saturday?" Hamad suddenly changed the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well pretty much no plans" I said casually. "Ya3ny enty fa'6ya?" Hamad asked excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhmm yes" I replied. "So join us for lunch!" Hamad smiled widely. "Lunch?" I asked hesitantly "Ya Ghanim knows this new place that just opened up and we are going to check it out" He explained. "Mmm" I murmured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Hamad noticed my hesitation he immediately added "You can bring a long Meera" "Oh .. okay then" I smiled cheerifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We'll meet you at your building after an hour okay?" Hamad added "Sure" I smiled "Okay yalla see you later" Hamad waved and dragged reaction-less Ghanem away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed back to our apartment and told Meera. She immediately agreed on tagging along and was very excited. 45 minutes later we were ready, Meera looked amazing as usual she likes to dress up, but well I just wore my jeans and a top, good enough for me! Anyways we headed downstairs, Hamad was standing exactly in front of the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey" I walked towards him. "You guys ready?" He asked. "YES!" Meera answered enthusiastically. "Wain Ghanem?"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't know why I asked "&lt;/span&gt;He's already there" Hamad answered."Okay then let's go!" I announced. Hamad laughed "Inzein follow me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant wasn't very far from our apartment. We just walked for about 5 minutes and were there. It was a tiny nice place very homey looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamad was an absolute gentlemen and opened the door for us to go in. Hamad said something to the waiter and then he gestured us to follow him to our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got there, we were shocked. Everyone was there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghanem, Maha, and Jasim were already seated. "You didn't tell me Jasim was going to be here! I would have not come!" Whispered Meera to me ."Makent adree kel7ad will be here" I whispered back and flashed a fake smile to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really have a bad feeling about this, Maha scares me, like SCARES me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasim quickly stood up and took out the chair beside him for Meera to sit, and obviously she did because she did not want to be rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So only one seat was left, beside Maha, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Geez this is going to be interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down by her and said "Hey" and weirdly she shot me a huge smile "Hey! About time we see you again" She chuckled femininely "Umm" I murmured unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About half an hour passed by, we chatted, and stuff.  Weirdly it wasn't a disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just ordered at last and we were just waiting for the food. Hamad was chatting casually, god he is charismatic, but Ghanem was mysteriously silent, well I expected him to drop rude comments or something but nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the only thing that worried me was Meera, Jasim kept whispering things to her and she was laughing!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh my god! I can't believe that she would fall into his trap! I mean Meera above all, she knows how he's a player, hell she warned me about him! I have to do something! &lt;/span&gt;So I quickly texted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD you won't believe this! Beser3a bathroom NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to write something to excite her I don't think anything would make her get off Jasim's charm but gossip. As soon as she got the message she quickly looked at me with curiosity burning in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me guys" She stood up "I need to go to the bathroom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh me too" I said and quickly followed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG! I'm dying tell me what happened?" Meera almost jumped on me. "Mashay bas I wanted to talk to you about Jasim!" I said seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" She asked "What the hell Meero! He's a player how are you falling into his spell!" I scolded her. "Oh" She whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3aib 3alaych! I thought you'd be smarter than that"I sighed. "But he's so charming" She whined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But a player and disgusting!! Mob channa you were the one who told me he's a badass! You should push him away! It is SO not appropriate!" I said. "Uff 9a7 kalamech! I can't believe I was that dumb" She sighed."5ala9 let's go back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly when we opened the bathroom door to go back we were greeted by Maha. Her innocent smile has turned to a terrible, terrible scary frown and glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You" Maha muttered to me "go back in we have some talking to do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wh..a..aaat??" I asked her in shock. "In" She pointed to the door. "Umm ok" I said and got back in but dragged Meera with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omg what is GOING to happen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Tuned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lover in Dubai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-8322405648547744190?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was so busy! Sorry :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Previously;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghanem suddenly had his face exactly in front of mine. "So Haya .. you call me an empty person?" He grinned maliciously. "I told you I am more than what people say, I bet now you feel empty" He whispered devilishly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I hope you know your way back home" He suddenly blurt out, and was heading to the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is he leaving? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WAIT" I screamed, shit I had NO IDEA where we were!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ran behind him "I don't know this part of New York" I quickly said. "Hmmmmmm" Ghanem murmured while putting on his helmet. "May5e9ny I don't really care" He laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I might have shown you a new side of me, but Haya I'm still a devil by heart" He winked and drove off.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 15 minutes wandering around until I finally got a taxi that took me home. Ghanem is very unpredictable, I seriously cannot figure him out and that really BUGS ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I attended our psychology the other day class but Ghanem wasn't there, I wanted to see him again, just to see how he'd talk to me. Will he ignore me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days have passed and I attended our psychology class yet again, Ghanem shockingly attended. The professor gave us back our assignments and I got an B+, which isn't bad at all! I had to thank Ghanem, him taking me to his gallery helped a lot in my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that at the end of class as I was going to approach Ghanem. The professor dismissed the class and just as I was going to talk to Ghanem he unexpectedly came up to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kam your grade?" He asked without hesitation. "Boy you are forward" I rolled my eyes "Kam?" He demanded. "B+" I grinned proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ana A" He snorted arrogantly in my face. "What? Musta7eel! Wait .. What did you write about me? Give me your paper!" I tried to snatch it out of his hands but he was too tall. "3a6ny aba achoof!" I nagged like a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Laaa" He took out his tongue. "But I assure you it's good stuff" He laughed to himself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOSER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god! What did you write about me?" I squeaked. "Just the obvious" He smiled evilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which is?" I asked immediately. "Hmmmmmmmmm" He murmured. "3an esa5afa!" I almost shrieked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm never patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha hady nafsech I didn't write anything crazy. I just simply analyzed you!" He said. "Elaborate" I demanded and raised my eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhh 5ala9 bas 3shan tesketein you are so annoying" He surrended. "I just wrote about how you live in a box" He said "What? Mafehamt" I started tapping my feet impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya3ny you don't have the guts to do something fun, you don't live your life to the fullest. You're weird, you're like scared of freedom, you don't want it, you'd rather be safe. And on top of that you are too independent you don't like to trust people you like to do everything by yourself. Which makes you a loner, a pretty empty loner. Am I right?" He ended it with a trick question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the answer to it, all of it is yes. How did he know? How did he .. know me this much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at him shocked "I'll take that as a yes" He smirked. And then he kept staring at me to wait for a reply&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, but I was shocked beyond words to talk, I was speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not because I was impressed with how Ghanem analyzed me, it's because he knew me better than I knew myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What have I become? I was sad, sad of who I am. Why am I like this? Why do I fear adventure, happiness and freedom? Why do I do this to myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to blame my family but it is their fault, they have never been there for me in any way. I decided to care about myself in a realistic way, not to get hurt, I decided .. that I can depend on no one. No one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes started filling up with potential water works, I couldn't stop myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The worst thing is when someone else tells you who you really are, and you see things from a clearer perspective. When you realize that you never wanted to be like this, but you are. When you find out that the truth about yourself hurts, more like stabs you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Are .. are .. you okay?" I suddenly woke up from my shock and noticed that Ghanem was still there and staring at me looking worried or probably freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ah? Yaa" I said quietly "But your" - and he pointed to my eyes. "Ohh I think an eyelash got in or something" I smiled wryly "I .. I gotta go" I quickly said and rushed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That night I just kept thinking of what my life came to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I became an empty person, and Ghanem, the guy I judged, in the end showed that to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm .. I'm empty, lonely, I have no one, except Meera probably, I have no sense of youth, or adventure, that's just .. sad! I .. never expected me to turn out this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay Tuned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Lover in Dubai .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-6368482549162799229?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's just when summer begins I become sooooooo lazy to do anything! On top of that most of my readers are traveling so I'm missing their comments, I don't feel that enthusiastic anymore! :'( Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this makes it up to you all :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Previously;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghanem looked at me for a moment "Playboy? Empty personality?" He laughed angrily "You shouldn't judge me from what people say. Etwaqa3tch a7san 3an chy, but I guess I'm wrong. And your "values" talk that's just bullshit lanh 7abeebty if you did have values you won't be a hypocrite by judging people" He stood up "Shall we continue our stupid project or what?" He asked coldly with eyes that could kill SOMEONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I literally was speechless. SPEECHLESS, and I felt like an idiot for judging him that fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yalla ma3ndy waqt for you to freeze " He groaned "YALLA" He demanded loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Ok .. ay .." I quickly stood up and his long arm suddenly flew, and held my wrist. "Come with me and let me show you the real me, then you'd know who really has an empty personality" He smirked mysteriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghanem continued holding my wrist and walking quickly. He didn't even look at me, not one single glance. I wanted to tell him to leave my wrist, to calm down a bit, but I've done too much damage already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghanem started walking towards the parked cars, took out his black aviators and some keys. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh hell no I'm not riding with this freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started sighing, because I was growing tired of all this walking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We just kept walking through the cars where the hell is his car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh .. but .. there it was ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A MOTORCYCLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He let go of my hand and wore a helmet. "You coming?" He asked expressionless."Are you serious?" I replied shocked, staring at his big red motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really have a motorcycle? You seriously have the bad boy thing going on" I tried to joke to calm him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ha .. how do you think I get the girls? My good looks are not enough sometimes" He laughed arrogantly. "Self-obsessed loser" I said under my breathe. "What did you say?" He asked clueless "Nothing" I smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghanem sat on his motorcycle and patted the back seat "Yalla" and he threw a helmet to me. "Umm 3ndek license for driving this thing?" I pointed to the motorcycle. "Some things are better left unsaid" He laughed evilly. "Yalla" and he pulled me to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get ready" He shouted as he heated up the motorcycle and then .. WE FLEW AWAY! SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were flying away, it was too fast, I couldn't handle the speed! So I held his back, unintentionally what could have I done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD SLOW DOWN" I shrieked "YOU SERIOUSLY HAVE NO GUTS DO YOU?" He screamed back. "UMYY!! AZEE'3" I screamed while closing my eyes as tight as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU DON'T HAVE A LICENSE DO YOU?" I screamed and he just laughed hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghanem is seriously a daredevil! He started speeding up just to freak me out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then at last he parked near a building and I quickly got off. "Ent maynoon?" I asked him while shaking with fear for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Haha you call me empty? At least I have fun and I'M FREE!" He screamed hysterically. "Okay" I said unsure. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This guy is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Come" Ghanem smirked and held my hand again and lead me to the building. He opened the doors wide open to what seemed to be an art gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This" He said pointing to the paintings hanged everywhere "Is my baby" He smiled gently for the first time. "Sho qa9dek?" I asked "You did all these?" I was obviously shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Art" He suddenly said while walking around "Is the only way you can express yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I, I do it all here" He smiled "Kel ha she'3ly" He said proudly and pointing to his chest.&lt;br /&gt;"And you see all the paintings I sell the profit goes to charity" He smiled softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha .. at?" I whispered. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't believe Ghanem has a soft side, no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ghanem suddenly had his face exactly in front of mine. "So Haya .. you call me an empty person?" He grinned maliciously. "I told you I am more than what people say, I bet now you feel empty" He whispered devilishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really did, god I felt DUMB, how could I judge him so fast? I stood there quiet, because I didn't deserve to talk, or I .. I didn't know what to say. Sorry perhaps? Praise his talent, his free carefree character? I didn't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay though" Ghanem said. "You are a young brat after all" He grinned devilishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I hope you know your way back home" He suddenly blurt out, and was heading to the door. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is he leaving? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WAIT" I screamed, shit I had NO IDEA where we were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran behind him "I don't know this part of New York" I quickly said. "Hmmmmmm" Ghanem murmered while putting on his helmet. "May5e9ny I don't really care" He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "I might have shown you a new side of me, but Haya I'm still a devil by heart" He winked and drove off.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stayed Tuned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Lover in Dubai .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-2847549646568855394?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Hold your horses girl a3arf enich tebainy bas at least don't be so obvious!" He laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Ew" I quickly said "To call you for the project by the way" I said. He quickly wrote it on the table "Here, but don't expect me to pick up when you call" He smiled. "What the hell! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO PICK UP HOW ARE GOING TO MEET?" I screamed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was okay no one was left in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You don't have a sense of humor in you right? You are like a dead soul" He said quietly and walked away to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week passed by and our professor kept reminding us to get started on our project, but Ghanem wasn't very helpful he kept making up excuses that stopped us from meeting up! Uf I want to get this over with! Anyways we finally decided to meet on Saturday&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, there goes my weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Saturday I woke up extra early got ready and headed to the subway station, that's where we were going to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for about 30 minutes, HE DID NOT SHOW UP! And just when I was about to leave he finally appeared from thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why the hell were you late?" I asked in a very rude tone. "Haya ana akbar 3anch eb probably 4 years e7tarmainy" He said coldly. "Titma95ar? You made me wait for 30 minutes!" I quickly took out my assignment paper and wrote notes about how he is not punctual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey what are you writing down" He suddenly said and pointed to my paper "I'm analyzing you ba3ad sho?" I shot back a glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Let me read" He demanded "NO!" I shrieked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Haty el werga!" And he pulled it out of my hand. "Ghanem is not punctual meaning he only cares about his own plans and doesn't really care about other people's issues blah blah what the hell is this?" He said looking pissed off and staring at what I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't judge me inzein" and he threw the paper back to me. "I'm analyzing" I smiled politely yet sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You know nothing about me! You don't even know why I'm late!" He protested "May I ask why?" I rolled my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He looked at me and sighed "Okay I don't have a good reason" "There you go!" I pointed at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Whatever let's just get going already" He shrugged his shoulders. "Inzain yalla wein?" I asked "Do I look like I care?" He said "You are one rude .. wait I'll just write that down" I smiled evilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You know what I also can write about you too okay" He snorted "You are so childish" I glared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After fighting FOR NO REASON, god I hate this guy, we headed to Bryant Park for a walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay so what are we supposed to do?" Ghanem asked "Do you even listen in class?" I said and he just gave me a look that screamed out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, why would I?"&lt;/span&gt; "Uf never mind" I sighed "Let's read the questions the professor assigned us" I suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for about 30 minutes we filled out the questions the professor gave us and that was it. We were then trying to write notes about each other, to analyze our behaviors but Ghanem was very mysterious and secretive he wouldn't say much just "Yes, Okay or are you kidding me?" And that kind of pissed me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay tell me something about your family" I suggested "You tell me something about your family" He said coldly "I asked first!" I complained "I don't want to talk about that" He looked at me experisonless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay I got something, family is a bad topic for him obviously HE HAS A FAMILY ISSUES! Bingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hey guys!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly looked up to find Hamad! OH MY GOD haven't seen him for ages, he was jogging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Hamad" I smiled widely "Why are you guys hanging out" Hamad asked confused. Ghanem just laughed "Project I won't be hanging out with her ya3ny" He rolled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamad kicked Ghanem "Dude you're rude" He said "Haha it's fine et3awadt how are you hamad haven't seen you in a while" I asked politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ya sorry been a bit busy! But I'm fine, you haven't called me!" Hamad bluntly said.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Shit that's embarrassing why is he asking in front of Ghanem! I quickly glanced at Ghanem and he was smirking devilishly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oh uhmm well I didn't need any help fitting in ow chey" I smiled awkwardly "Aha" murmured Hamad sounding disappointed. "Inzein 5ala9 ba5alekom et5al9oun she'3lkom I'll be leaving" He said his goodbye and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you serious?" Ghanem suddenly said "Sho?" I asked "You were practically drooling over his head and you didn't call him?" He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Excuse me? I told you I don't like him balak? Stop assuming" I muttered. "Just stating the obvious" He rolled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Who are you to talk like that? You are just some playboy with an empty personality. I won't go flirting with random people. That's not my thing, I still have my values and beliefs!" I said while breathing heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghanem looked at me for a moment "Playboy? Empty personality?" He laughed angrily "You shouldn't judge me from what people say. Etwaqa3tch a7san 3an chy, but I guess I'm wrong. And your "values" talk that's just bullshit lanh 7abeebty if you did have values you won't be a hypocrite by judging people" He stood up "Shall we continue our stupid project or what?" He asked coldly with eyes that could kill SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I literally was speechless. SPEECHLESS, and I felt like an idiot for judging him that fast.&lt;/span&gt;"Yalla ma3ndy waqt for you to freeze " He groaned "YALLA" He demanded loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ok .. ay .." I quickly stood up and his long arm suddenly flew, and held my wrist. "Come with me and let me show you the real me, then you'd know who really has an empty personality" He smirked mysteriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stayed Tuned .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A Lover in Dubai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-3174542407069305096?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Forgive me I was very busy, I'll make it up to you all :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PREVIOUSLY;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I quickly looked behind me it was Ghanem and he was smirking devilishly, in a very scary way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He doesn't like you" He whispered "What?" I asked shocked "Hamad" He murmured. I stared at him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;how dare him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just pretended that I didn't see him, he [Ghanem] sighed and sat beside me since it was the only empty seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week Ghanem luckily didn't sit beside me, we didn't even interact! As if nothing happened between us, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let me remind you that he told me to stay away from Hamad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I rushed to my psychology class yet again, I was very late. I got into class and sat at the end of the row, since the room was packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have exciting news for you guys" Professor Lisa said, the class didn't even react and a guy just yawned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shot him a glare and continued "I know we just have started classes last week but we still learned a lot and" But Ghanem barged into class and interrupted her "Sorry sorry" He quickly said and headed to the back and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sat beside me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why am I not surprised Ganem? Don't be late again or I will kick you out of this class" She smiled politely. "So I was saying Ganem, that we have worked a lot last week and I have decided to assign you a project" She smiled excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't one of those boring ones" She reassured us "I'm going to put you in pairs the project is for you both to spend a day or a couple of hours together and analyze each other psychologically through the tactics and ways we have learned" She explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "But professor how is that possible?" A girl asked "Simple just study their behavior, their hand motions for example. Or when they tell you a specific story or something about themselves you can learn a lot from how they present it, are they happy? are they sad? are they nervous? All of this can be interpreted from analyzing their behavior easily. Reread the chapters we browsed through and you will have a clearer idea. I'm going to pass these papers out" She took a bunch of papers and passed them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Each paper has specific questions for you to ask your partner, they're just about five but that's not the whole project this will only help you start and motivate your way of working with this project. If you see the 1st paper has the questions but the 2nd and third are simply blank you will fill them out" She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the class started looking to the paper, I was excited seems so much fun for a project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The project might seem simple but do not underestimate it. It will be 5 or even more % of your total grade so be careful it's very easy to get the full grade it's not tough just do your job correctly even if you analyze incorrectly it is fine I just want to know how you are progressing in this course I don't want you to memorize I want you to understand what is psychology and how you can use it in your life on a daily basis, fair enough?" She finally said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class murmured "Yes" "Okay to make this simple everyone will be paired with the person sitting on their left" She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly commotion started in class and I almost gasped. I was on Ghanem's left, he looked at me and smirked, that amused devilish smirk. "The deadline for you to hand in the papers will be Monday start working from now if you can, class is dismissed" She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everybody stood up and started to talk to their partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Ghanem who was just staring and then he finally said "Hey partner" in the most evil tone, I know this guy is out to get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Let's put our difference behind and simply get through this project as fast as possible" I smiled positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm bas fee meshkla" He said "Sho?" I asked "I'm not doing the project" He smiled "WHAT? But it's 5% of the grade and I need a partner!" I protested "Oh a very nice feeling it is when someone needs you bs maba asawy il project" He repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What the hell?" I almost screamed,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; NO I am not being polite with this asshole. &lt;/span&gt;"It's 5% of the grade!" I repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ah 9edg ench freshman" He rolled his eyes "I'm not in the mood for this stupid project so what I'll lose 5% and I'll ace everything else I'll still get an A" He smiled "I've have a 4.0 gpa for 3 years now" He added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You idiot" I finally said "Professor Lisa will drop you from the class in a SECOND if I tell her you are not willing to be a part of this project" I smirked. "True" He said while thinking. "She kinda hates me so I won't doubt that ... ugh fine" He surrendered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I just kept staring at him, okay so now what? How do we do our project? .&lt;/span&gt;. so I got the courage and asked "What's your number?" "Hold your horses girl a3arf enich tebainy bas at least don't be so obvious!" He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Ew" I quickly said "To call you for the project by the way" I said. He quickly wrote it on the table "Here, but don't expect me to pick up when you call" He smiled. "What the hell! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO PICK UP HOW ARE GOING TO MEET?" I screamed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was okay no one was left in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have a sense of humor in you right? You are like a dead soul" He said quietly and walked away to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH DAMN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HE IS SO EVIL, ANNOYING, SELF-CENTERED and all the bad things in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is Hamad my prince in a shining armor, must I add a VERY nice smile as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stayed Tunes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Lover in Dubai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-7179568337391736701?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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LOL I noticed part 10 was SO SO SO short that I had to add part 11 as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise I'll be posting longer posts all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PREVIOUSLY;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Omg Meero look at the guy that's with Hamad! That's the jerk I told you about the one who I bumped into!" I said while subtly pointing to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ghanem?" She asked me and I could sense the shock in her tone. "Yes .. wait you know him?" I asked suddenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know everyone knows he's the biggest jerk [Ghanem] you'd ever meet because he's like a business tycoon or something so wayid im9adeg 3emrah but he's Hamad's bestfriend" She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh but I guess you don't know her"- Hamad pointed to Maha-"Maha this is Haya, Haya this Maha" She smiled innocently and I smiled back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Here" He gave back my phone after saving his number "Call me" Hamad winked and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rushing to the lobby to pick up my extra keys that I forgot there, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silly me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed to our concierge "Hey Phil you found my keys?" I asked "Yes Ms. Haya just give me one second to go get them" He said and went into the STAFF ONLY door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When suddenly I heard an evil laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly looked behind me it was Ghanem and he was smirking devilishly, in a very scary way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He doesn't like you" He whispered "What?" I asked shocked "Hamad" He murmured. I stared at him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how dare him?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sho? Ana magilt he likes me" I smiled annoyed. "So please don't assume it makes an ass of you and me" I grinned arrogantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ah" He muttered "Don't deny it. We both know you think he likes you but he doesn't. He's just being nice" but I chopped him off "Why are you telling me this?" I asked aggressively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned lazily "Because you are like every other girl that falls into his trap. A7salch tesme3eeny stay away from him, he's just naturally nice he doesn't mean anything other than that he's a9ln already taken" He said coldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You sound like a jealous girlfriend" I blurted out. "I sound like a civilized, mature and realistic person, you on the other hand sound like a spoiled, stubborn brat" He said arrogantly then laughed mockingly&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, like he felt sorry for me or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shot each other stares for a moment, then he quietly turned around and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This guy is .. seriously .. SO WEIRD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JERK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Part 11 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to my psychology class the next day, I already attended one class and was very excited about it. The course was very interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus our professor was very young which means that she didn't make the class boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only annoying thing was that she kept calling me "Freshman" because apparently I'm the only freshie in the class ufff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! I opened the classroom's door and quickly sat at the back of the class since it was already packed. I was a couple of minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good Morning everyone" Said Professor Lisa as she sipped on her morning coffee. "So let's get deeper into the topic we were discussing last time about - " but the noise of the door  swinging open interrupted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghanem barged in while breathing heavily it was obvious he was running to class. "Miss Lisa's class?" He asked anxiously. "Yes" She nodded "Have a seat" She gestured him to come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry I'm late I just registered for this class" He said while heading back to get a seat. Then he stopped and stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was almost going to say "What are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just pretended that I didn't see him, he sighed and sat beside me since it was the only empty seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what happened yesterday, OH MY GOD, this is just too awkward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This is going to be one hell of a class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay Tuned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Lover in Dubai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-3170803028517797759?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's because sometimes they are too much and I can't reply to each and everyone :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to all my readers who demanded for me to post this part sooner! hehe + THIS IS A LONG POST! *Winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PREVIOUSLY;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Really?" Jasim smirked. "What year are you?" He asked curiously. "First" I mumbled. "Ohhh I like little girls" He grinned. "Omg BISMELLAH!" I squeaked and pushed him away "YOU FLIRT! YOU PERVERT!" I shrieked and shot him a glare and he just smiled amusingly! So I quickly ran away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREAKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a week has passed by and I didn't see Ghanem the jerk and his asshole friend Jasim, and yes I am very VERY pleased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, unfortunately I didn't bump into Hamad either, I thought I'd see him or something since we do live in the same city and it is known that New York is kind of tiny. But Meera reassured me that I would see him again when university starts which is tomorrow. I am SO excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hayoooooooo yalla goomi neshi" Meera kept nudging me and pulling my blanket away. "Uh I'm awake" I moaned while rubbing my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera was absolutely ready and I was well in bed. I quickly got up took a shower, prayed, and got dressed in jeans and a casual shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera got us a cab and we headed to university. She said it was the first day and she HAD to wear heels so we couldn't just walk, pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera got to her classes and left me at some office to get my schedule. I got to know my adviser who was super nice and helped me out in choosing my courses. I ended up with psychology which was kind of weird but he said it's a nice course and I shouldn't only take stuff concerning my major blah blah ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so my "REAL" day starts tomorrow since most of my classes already ended while I was at my adviser's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of my adviser's office, grabbed some coffee and waited for Meera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes later I spotted Meera heading towards me. "Hey so how was everything?" She asked "El7amdella okay" I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyways come I'll introduce you to some of my friends" She held my hand and took me to a group of people. "Guys this is Haya, Haya this Noora Andy Tariq Kat and Sophie" She introduced me to her friends. They were all very nice and cool, Noora was from Kuwait but lived all her life in NYC, Tariq was from Lebanon, Andy was American, Kat Canadian and Sophie french, cool combination right? Anyways after the introduction Meera and I were about to head home when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG! Hamad!" I whispered to Meera. "WAIN?" She asked excitingly. "Shit" I blurted out, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he wasn't alone he was with .. THE JERK GHANEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Omg Meero look at the guy that's with Hamad! That's the jerk I told you about the one who I bumped into!" I said while subtly pointing to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ghanem?" She asked me and I could sense the shock in her tone. "Yes .. wait you know him?" I asked suddenly. "WHO DOESNT?" She squeaked. "He is the hottest damn thing on this planet!" She clapped her hands for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But he's a jerk!" I complained "I know everyone knows he's the biggest jerk you'd ever meet because he's like a business tycoon or something so wayid im9adeg 3emrah but he's Hamad's bestfriend" She explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Hamad and Ghanem no way!" I was completely shocked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they're the complete opposite of each other!&lt;/span&gt; "Well yeah Ghanem is min el Emarate, and his family is friends with Hamad's family so they practically grew up together!" She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How the hell do you know this" I looked at her suspiciously "Huh? I just know! I'm the queen of gossip" She laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh look at that guy I think he's name is Jasim I met him too" I showed her where he was standing. "Oh Jasim well kaif agolech even though he's good-looking he is the biggest m'3azalchy you'll ever meet! 7atta el American girls ey5afoon minna but he always succeeds in seducing them!" She immediately said. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I swear this girl is a walking encyclopedia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And who's that?" I suddenly said and my tone flipped 180 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gorgeous girl headed to the guys, she had beautiful brown reddish hair, she was wearing a short flowery dress, and had beautiful features, she was definitely Khaleejiya she had the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that's that's a mystery" Meera laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl slowly got close to Ghanem whispered something to him and I think I actually caught some emotion in his eyes and he smiled warmly. Then the girl moved to Hamad and kept chatting with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well that's Maha ma7ad ey3arf sho qe9at'ha hmmm she's the only girl that hangs out with them and they seem to like her a lot, but no one knows what's her relationship I mean sometimes you'd think she likes Hamad but then you think Ghanem then you think Jasim uhhh she annoys the crap out of me!" Meera muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god Meero is it me or are they coming our way" I suddenly said "What?" Meera stopped day dreaming. "I think they are!" Meera finally said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god Hamad is waving omg Meero sho asawy this is so awkward!" I whispered. "Should I pretend as if I didn't see him and quickly make an exit?" I asked nervously "Too late 7beebty they're already here" Meera smiled sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haya it's so nice to see you again" Hamad smiled widely. "You know her?" Both Jasim and Ghanem asked, Ghanem in a disgusted tone but Jasim with a more enthusiastic tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamad looked at them "I think the question is do you guys know her?" "Yep" Jasim smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We ummm met at my building" I smiled awkwardly. And Maha gave me a scary look, I guess she hated that I knew her guys which made me kind of smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So how are you liking Columbia?" Asked Hamad obviously trying to be polite. "It's nice" I mumbled well it was the only thing I could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized Jasim giving dirty perverted looks to Meera, that guy is SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool anyways I just wanted to introduce you to my friends but since you know them .. " He tried to continue but Maha chopped him off with an "Ahem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked to her and said "Oh but I guess you don't know her"-he pointed to Maha-"Maha this is Haya, Haya this Maha" She smiled innocently and I smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyways we need to get going nice to see you again and if you need anything I've been living her for a while I can help you out .. wait let me give you my number" And he took my phone out of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked, well not only me apparently everyone was, Maha, Meera, Jasim, &amp;amp; Ghanem. "Here" He gave back my phone after saving his number "Call me" He winked and left. His gang followed him but Jasim came closer to me and whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your friend I want her make it happen" Jasim grinned at me and followed the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT THE HELL" I gasped for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG! He gave you his number" Meera jumped up and down. "But ya3ny if I wanted something I'd just ask you not him" I said confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AH as if he wants to help you out that's not his real intention he just wants to give you his number" She winked. "What? But I'm not into hl ashya" I said confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh 9a7 nsait how naive and innocent you are" Meera said with a bored tone. "Uff oh by the way DARLING Jasim the freak wants you" I said while laughing hysterically. "Wh .. at?" She asked shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I swear you know when he came close to me to say something he was like aba rbee3atch make it happen" I continued laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD chathaba!" Meera shrieked in a both disgusted and excited way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You did say he's good-looking" I winked "He is! But he's freaky and such a pervert" She sighed "Uff leish kela I attract useless people?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stayed Tuned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Lover in Dubai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-6127526801986471052?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"I bet he's going to apologize el chalb" i thought to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But instead I suddenly see him throw a white shirt on my face. ON MY FACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think this"-and he looks at the white shirt-"belongs to you" He said coolly "Dest 3alayh, and it got stuck on my shoe" He said expressionless and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAAAT THE HELL?!?!?!! Okay so he is Emaraty, and ONE HELL OF AN ASS! Not only did he shove me to the floor, he walked on my shirt and then threw it IN MY FACE!!! HATHA MAYSTE7YY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barged into our apartment with the basket and the clothes just mushed inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell happened?" Asked Meera looking at the basket. "Oh my god you won't believe sho istewa!" I said throwing the basket on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was walking to our apartment with this huge pile of clothes then I bumped into something and suddenly I was on the floor and everything was laying around me!" I said so quickly that I forgot to take a breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Okay so? Why didn't you just refold everything back" She raised her eyebrows "I was going to when I realized that I didn't bump into something I bumped into this guy!" I was going to continue when she asked excitingly "Was he hot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does it matter? ok he was hot BUT" I tried to continue "BUT WHAT THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS!" Meera sat on the closest chair and sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Chub let me talk ya3ny!" I rolled my eyes then continued "He looked down to me and was like all I'm-so-cool and said "Watch where you're going BRAT" he called me brat!" I screamed with frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oh my god okay hatha 9idg mob mo7taram!" She said in shock. "That's not even the "rude" part suddenly he came back and threw this shirt on my face"-and I picked up the tank top-" and he's like I believe this is yours it got stuck on my shoe and then he left" I groaned angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chathaba CHATHABA that's one hell of a bastard!" Meera said waving her hands everywhere. "I know!" I exclaimed "Okay what does he look like yimkn I know him" Meera asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I described to her how he looked, she was fascinated that he was good-looking but assured me she never saw someone like that in our building. "Yemkin he just moved in here" Meera suggested an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe but I really wanna see him again to shove his face up his ass!" I declared "That's my girl" Meera laughed and high-fived me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The next day &lt;/span&gt;Meera was helping me in unpacking everything, I seriously can NOT believe how many luggage I got with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the unpacking Meera kept complaining how her neck is starting to hurt her, ugh is she 50 or something? Anyways she sent me down to the lobby apparently she got a package and she's too tired to pick it up. So I headed to our lobby, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mind you it is very fancy&lt;/span&gt;, to pick up her stuff from the concierge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I saw him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE JERK!&lt;/span&gt; with some guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I didn't care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unconsciously marched into his face and screamed "YOU!" while pointing my finger to his face. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay so I was really tiny beside him, didn't realize he was THAT TALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked down to me for a second and his stare was filled with indifference. "Na3am?" He uttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just opened my mouth in shock "Na3am? That's what you have to say to me after what you've done!" I shrieked dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both him and his friend stared at me for a moment when his friend said "Ghanoom did you break up with this girl or something?" He asked and started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No" The jerk, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who apparently is called Ghanem,&lt;/span&gt; looked at his friend disgusted. "She isn't even my type shoof mag9arha bas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stood there shivering with anger, I swear I could have blown up! First he shoves me to the ground and treats me like trash then he points out HOW SHORT I AM. JERK is not enough to describe this guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You idiot"-I pointed to Ghanem-"You literally shoved me to the floor yesterday and didn't even apologize and you were beyond rude! Mob 3ayb 3alayk?" I growled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What?" He said coldly and then his friend asked "Ghanoom 3ayb wallah did you really do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ghanem just hmm-ed then finally said something. "Actually maybe but what happened didn't matter to me so obviously I do not recall it" He said looking unconcerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I just well ahem,&lt;/span&gt; yelled "AHHHHHHHHHHH" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay so he pissed me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend looked at me shocked, but with a bit of amusement.  Ghanem then said quietly to his friend "Jasim what is this creature" and Ghanem pointed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is he serious? HOW RUDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend, who apparently is called Jasim gestured for Ghanem to stay quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jasim approached me "Well my friend is kind of rude and he'd never apologize so I'm apologizing on his behalf" He smiled devilishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay so this Jasim guy is freaking me out.&lt;/span&gt; "So you new here?" Jasim asked "Umm yes I'm attending university here" I whispered nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Really?" Jasim smirked. "What year are you?" He asked curiously. "First" I mumbled. "Ohhh I like little girls" He grinned. "Omg BISMELLAH!" I squeaked and pushed him away "YOU FLIRT! YOU PERVERT!" I shrieked and shot him a glare and he just smiled amusingly! So I quickly ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREAKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Tuned ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers in Dubai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026250969690376080-6643362023284605444?l=lovers-in-dubai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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