"A Summer to Remember..." (4)

Him: “ilsalaam!”

All of us: “wa3alaikum ilsalaam”

Him: “hala 3ami shlounik?... 3araftni?”

Baba: “ hala feek,  in makint ‘3al6an…, 3azzam? Wild Fai9al Al-*****?”

3azzam: “Eee 3alaik noor!”

Isim 7ilo I thought to myself.

Baba: “ Ana agool laish wayhik moo ‘3areeb 3alai min awal ma shiftik bil lobby!”

Sallimaw 3ala ba3a’6 then…

3azzam: “ahaha ee!” “ 3aad chinni lima7tik bil 6ayara, bas sta7ait ayye asallim li2ana makint mit2akid itha int willa la2, 7imdillah Allah katib ashoofik mara thanya 3ashan at2akkad inik int 3ami Bu-Turki!”

Baba: “eeh shift shloun!”

“3azzam hathi ilmadaam Om-Turki, oo hathi binti Deema”

3azzam: “ hala shlounkom?”

Then mad eeda oo sallam, like a handshake only.

I simply melted. Again.

Mama: “7imdillah b5air”

Deema: “7imdillah tamam”

3azzam: “yalla 3ami mani im6awil 3alaikum, bil3afya”

Baba: “laa laa wain rayi7?”

“omg akeed bigoola yig3ad ma3aana” I thought.

Baba: “7ayaak ma3aana!”

As expected J

3azzam: “laa 3ami mashkoor kaa 6aawliti hnee oo 6alib akil!”

Baba: “laa kaifik bit5aleehum iyeeboon akilik 3indina! Tara az3al 3alaik!”

3azzam: “laa laa 5ala9 inshallah! 3ad killa wala za3al 3ami Bu-Turki!”

Baba: “eee kafu!”

So 3azzam asked the waiter to transfer his orders to our table, then got his laptop bag and iphone then headed to our table again.

Baba: “7ayallah min yaana!”

3azzam: “haha allah i7ayeeek!”

Then they started talking about the business baba and his father are handling since they were best friends from high school! They trusted each other so much! Its so cute!

And now baba’s best friend has a son who is so attractive waana a5er man ya3lam?

As if hearing my thoughts... Baba said: “haa 3azzam tara 7addik ‘3aa6! Ma gumna inshoofik bildiwaaniya mithl awal!”

3azzam: “ee 3ami ana adris ib Amreeka! 9arli 4 sneen hnaak!” 

“ oo il7een bugaali a5er course!”

Baba: “ooh 9a7! It9addig raa7 3an baali!”

3azzam: “haha 3adi 3adi”

Aha that’s why makint a3arfa I was 14 when he left fa I didn’t really care about boys a lot at that age.

Baba: “haa shga3ad tadris hnaak?”

3azzam: “Architecture, handasa mi3maariya” then he looked at me.

“wth” I thought to myself. Shfee 6ala3ni when he said that?

Baba: “Mashallah hatha shay wayid 7ilo! 3ad Deema ba3ad nawya tadris handasa lama itdish iljaam3a ba3ad cham shahar!”

3azzam: “ 9ij? Zaain! Ay handasa? Nafsi?”

Ana kint 7adi mitwatra lama iltifat 3alai! Ladaraja ina widdi ad5al da5il hdoomi wan5ash! Yes I was that nervous! Ishawig! Wana 9ara7a asti7i akallim naas ishawgoon!

Deema: “yeah, ah-architecture”

Baba: “9ij 5ireejat madrisa 5aa9a! thba7atna ib hal ‘yeah” hathi!

Deema: “baabaaa!”

Baba: “at’3ashmar at’3ashmar”

I started to blush oo he was smiling towards me oo tawni astaw3ib ina 3inda ‘3amazaat! KALB! …so that made me blush even more! Thus I took my cappuccino and started sipping slowly in hopes of lessening the pink-ness on my cheeks.

So the sowalif between my father and 3azzam continued for about 20 minutes when 3azzam received a call.

3azzam to the person on the phone: “Yes. Yeah ok. Thank you”

After disconnecting from the phone call he said : “yalla 3ami lazim asta2thin, ‘3urfiti jahza baroo7 arrayi7 shway, ta3abt 3ogob loyat ilsifar! Oo mashkoor matga9ir 3ala hal ga3da il7ilwa!”

Baba: : “7abeeb il3afu shda3wa! Masawait shay! Eee 3adil kalaamik, roo7 rayyi7! Bas haa 3ad 5anshoofik marathanya! Ee oo 3a6ni ra8mik tara hal ga3da hathi moo ma7sooba! Ra7 adig 3alaik a3zimik marathanya 3ala ma63am ee6aali ra7 ya3jibik, oo mara7 a8bil ay 3ithir!”

3azzam: “laa 3ami shda3wa laish ga3ad itkallif 3ala nafsik! Maani ‘3areeb!”

Baba: “laa shda3wa, maa min kalaafa!”

3azzam: “matga9er 3ami oo hatha ra8mi….”

3ugub ma they got each other’s numbers 3azzam said: “yalla 3an ithinkum, asta2thin”

Baba: “ithnik ma3aak”

Before he left he shot me and my mom a million dollar smile and said “fur9a sa3eeda”

Then my mom said “A7na as3ad”

Ana allah isallimkum 7asait china lsaani lazig fog ib lithiti moo ra’6i yanzil (m3alig) considering the fact that I just burned my tongue which was an aid to this action.

Jad affashil, so I just smiled back.

Mama: “Mashallah 3alaih, 3aini 3alaih baarda! Yadris handasa ib amreeka, oo jameel, oo a5laa8! Kaamil wilkaamil Allah!”

“haha ee wa’6i7 wahwa tawa mit7arrish feeni lama ‘6a7ak 3alai when I burned my tongue and started cursing” I thought to myself.

Baba: “haha eeeh ibyi6la3 mithil obooh!”

Deema: “3inda 5waan?”

Baba: “eee bas ahwa ilbichir, 3inda o5o a9’3ar minna ib sintain isma 3imaad, oo i5it kubrich isimha Mais.”

Deema: “ah ok”

So we ordered the check then headed out to walk in the promenade, the mamsha area next to the sea.

Mama: “kaa 7a8a8na illi tabeena! Moo giltay tabeen titmashain 3ind ilba7ar? Kaana 3ind ilba7ar!”

Deema: “haha eeh mashkoreen!!”

Then I hugged them both! A7ibhuuum!

Ana a5er il3angood btw! Oo I have 3 brothers. Thnain yadrisoon barra (Firas: 6ib, S3ood: Business) illa Turki (ilbichir) mitzawij oo zojta tawha waalda fa g3adaw bilkwait.

Anyways timashaina for like 3 hours! Fa radaina ilhotel wi7na talfaneen! It was about 6pm…

Deema: “yalla ma buga shay oo yo9loon Reema oo her family! Jad I cant wait to see her!”

Baba: “issa3a cham ra7 yo9loon?”

Deema: “3ala kalaamha itgool 6 yo9loon Spain!”

Baba: “Ee zain ma buga shay!”

Ga3adna bil lobby oo 6alabna akil (lunch). I was starving!!!

When we were done I got a bbm min Reema saying inha w9alat ilhotel tawwa!

I jumped off my seat and ran towards the reception area! I was so excited! I couldn’t wait to tell her all about what happened!

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