After shopping we got into our car heading back to our
hotel.
I was thinking about what to wear the whole way back. 3ala hal malabis
illi 3indi I didn’t know what to wear.
Awal ma wi9alna our suite I dashed into my room and opened
my cupboard. “hmm, casual kash5a, or kash5a kash5a?” I asked myself. “casual
kash5a a7san.” I answered.
9ara7a I wasn’t in the mood of wearing a dress or a
skirt.
After a while of rummaging through my things I chose to wear skinny
D&G pants, a white shirt, and a burgundy blazer. Simple and attractive at
the same time.
I wore shiny black high heels to give that extra feminine
look.
I started putting on some makeup, smokey eyes and nude
lipstick. As I was in the middle of the process of putting on my make-up oboy
6ag ilbaab.
Baba: “haa baba 5ala9tai?”
Me: “eee shway wa5ali9 just give me 5 mins!”
Baba: “ok, bas lat6awleen manabi inta2a5ar 3ala 3azzam”
Me: “…ok baba lat7aati”
Bsir3a 5ala9t oo 6ala3t min il’3urfa to the 9aala willa my
parents ga3deen 3ala ilsofa yan6irooni.
Mama: “zira3teena allah ihadach!” while rummaging through
her purse. Then she slowly turned her head toward me while getting up.
“Mashallah lailaha illa allah! Shinu hatha? Gumar gumar ta3alai 5anagra
3alaich!”
Me: “hehe mashkora mama”
Baba: “sh.hal zain!”
Me: “mashkoor baba!”
Baba: “inzain yalla yalla 5ani6la3, mabuga shay 3ala
maw3idna”
Wi9alna ilma63am, it was very cozy, and the fresh aroma of
pizza and pasta filled the place. The smell was delicious!
Baba: “hello, excuse me I have a reservation under the name……..”
Waiter: “yes sir, follow me please.”
As soon as we sat the waiter gave us the menu and we
patiently waited for 3azzam to come.
We chatted for a little while until my dad cut off our
conversation announcing 3azzam’s arrival. We all got up.
3azzam: “ilsalam! 3ithrooni 3ala ilta25eer ta2a5ar 3alai
ilsayi8!”
Baba: “laa ma3alaih basee6a, 7ayak”
Sallam 3ala omy oo 3alai oo ga3ad jbaali. So ana oo omi next
to each other oo 3azzam oo oboy yam ba3a’6. Wai3 shloun baakil wahwa jbaali
bi’6ab6? I thought to myself.
We ordered our meals.
Indamjaw bilsuwalif uhwa oo omi oo oboi, I was quite the
whole time. Bas la7a’6t every once in a while he would look at me with a grin
on his face.
Baba: “7abeebti shfeech ma kalaitai?”
My face turned to a flush of pink.
Me: “laa baba kalait bas madry a7is inni shab3aana”
Baba: “3asa moo feech shay 7abeebti??” with a worried
expression on his face.
Me: “ Laa baba im ok la t7aati”
3azzam was smiling for some reason. Wai3 shfee ka2ana 7aas
ina ana mista7ya minna. Hffttt!
As soon as we were done we headed to the hotel. 7imdillah the outing was good, I thought to myself.
When we arrived ga3adna bil lobby shway, solafna oo ti6amashna 3ala ilrayi7 wilraad.
Baba: “ yala yuba ilwagt ta2a5ar 5ani93ad”
Mama: “ee walla ma 7asait”
We got up and headed to the elevators. As we were waiting, I
saw a familiar look through the corner of my eye.
it was 3azzam oo 9a7ba taw.hum dasheen... oo ma3ahum wa7da.
