Girl Du`jour (Pt.10)

Days have passed from the moment 3abdullah was admitted into the hospital, Amna still quite devastated. Each and every minute, of every 24 hours Amna grew closer and closer to 5aled, in the vicinity of deep affection. She would call him every night and overturn her emotions to him. 5aled made it seem like he didn't mind, he convinced her he was always there for her.

"5aled, lazem aroo7 Landan after a couple of days .." Amna remarked, "Bajee wyach!" 5aled realiated.
"Bs 7beeby, we're going there because of 3abdullah. My friends might come, bs I'm not gonna' go to have fun .. I'm only going to be there for 3abood." The word "7beeby" falling out of Amna's mouth repeated in 5aled's head, he loved it.
"Maly 5i9, I'm coming weather you like it or not, etha your friends beroo7oon laish ana magdar ajee?" "I didn't say you couldn't come, bs I'm just saying I'm not going to London to have fun with friends .. A9lan the girls were planning on going to London with me this break mn before." Amna explained. "Ahaa, okay anyways, I was planning on going too .."
"Haha, okay. I'll see you there then!" Amna snickered. "Inshallah," He replied.

It was a Wednsday, and Amna was to leave Do7a the coming Saturday. She stayed home for the whole week completely avoiding anything to do with college. Her parents didn't mind, after all she was going through a difficult juncture dealing with 3abdullah's accident. After visiting her dearest brother 3abdullah, Amna headed home still using his Porsche as fast as she could trying to get home before Al Dana and Noor got there. She arrived just in time, parked near the main enterance and watched the beam of car lights draw closer to the rear of her car. Al Dana parked her BMW right next to Amna's Cayenne, and then stepped out Al Dana and Noor. Amna welcomed them with her warm, tender hug and kissed each one on the side of their cheeks, this time leaving no lipstick stain because she wasn't wearing any make-up. The girls felt the uneasiness of Amna's dialogue. She was obviously still upset, and had the girls over for comfort. They struggled opening the solid, burdensome front door to her massive entrance with walls decorated with stupefying paintings and bouquets of colorful flowers, like something straight out of the Sistine Chapel. They strolled up the marble steps of Amna's staircase leading to her room, each of them relaxed, disparated from one another.

Amna remained patient for 5aled to call, or atleast even message if that wasn't too much to ask for. Of course, Al Dana had already told Noor about Amna and 5aled, so it wasn't anything suprising if he had called and they started flirting. Noor didn't mind anyways, she was too busy with her own relationship(s). She was an amazing friend, but not so amazing if you were trying to find the role model to the perfect couple. Noor and her partner(s) were never the ideal couple. Noor was extremely attractive, and attracted to men. Her full, paunchy figure, round face somehow managed to make other guys attracted to her too. It always seemed like she was running in circles between one guy to the other. Her love-life was certainly complicated, to the point where no one really knew what kind of love-life she had, or even if she had one. It was all a silly game ..

Time past quickly, and 5aled still didn't even care to call Amna. She guessed he was in the majlas and would be too busy to talk to her, regardless, she called him. It rang till it couldn't ring anymore, by now Amna was pissed. She decided to call her riding coach and tell him she wouldn't be able to attend her lesson on Saturday because of her brother's condition, and because that was the day she was to board the flight to London. As much as she wanted to go riding to forget about the pain she was feeling for the past two days, she still had to cancel in order to make it to England.

Later the girls fell asleep, but Amna lay awake waiting for 5aled. Hopeless, she opened up the lid to her Macbook Pro and checked her facebook. Flooded with notifications and friend requests, she assumed people were writing on her wall saying sorry for 3abdullah's accident. Friend requests, from strangers who wanted to add her 'cause she was simply "Amna", "THE Amna". She ignored all pathetic requests and closed down her laptop. She wrapped herself with her paisley, blue and white quilt and grabbed "Twilight" from off her bedside table. Amna opened to the page marked with the red bookmark. After reading about 20 pages of her favourite novel her phone buzzed on and off, she assumed it was 5aled. She was right.

"Ello?" Amna picked up the phone, her voice filled with frustration. "Halla 7abeebti, sha5barech?"
"Mmm not so good, where were you this whole time?" She asked in curiousity. "Umm, uh .. wallah kint ga3d fil majlas," He stuttered on his words. Amna noticed the tension in his voice.
"If calling was going to be such a waste of your time, a message only takes two seconds you know?" "Amna, I'm sorry, wallah I am. Bs when I'm with the guys I don't like calling you because iz3aj!"
"You could've messaged, that's what I'm trying to say," "I'm sorry .." 5aled apologized. "Whatever," She remarked still incensed by 5aled's behaviour. "Amna please mb wagta you be mad, get over it. It's not the end of the world!" 5aled's attitude grew stronger with each word."I didn't say or act like it was the end of the world. You know my condition right now, you not calling me or even texting really doesn't help. And remember, you're my boyfriend, am I right?" Amna took a deep breath, "Well can't a guy sit with his friends and have fun for a bit?" "Yeah you can, bs '7abeebtek' really needs you right now while she's still greiving about the fact her brother hasn't woken up in two days .."
"Amoon, I'm not bothered for this. Basakr," He sighed, fumed from Amna's approach. "Okay then, bubye. One last thing, don't call me Amoon, the name's Amna." She shot back in a vengeful tone. 5aled quickly hung up trying to forget Amna's last remark.

Amna planted a frown on her face. Her friends woke up and reminded her she was leaving this Saturday and she had to start packing. She slowly opened the door to her walk-in-closet, walked over to the rack of jeans. She picked out 3 of her favourite pairs, that were already folded neatly into place. Amna called over Sisa to bring out the largest Louis Vuitton suitcase from out the storage, she placed the massive, stiff box on the medium hight table. She rested her jeans at the edge, and strolled back to her cuboard and picked out most-liked shirts, from Ralph Lauren polos to her formal Mulberry shirts. She packed her beige Burberry coat with black lining and coal black buttons, deliberating on London's chilly weather. She opened her shoe closet, finding a rainbow of shoes and colours. Different styles and different heights. Amna gave up trying to decide which pairs of shoes to take, and how many pairs she should take. It would probably take her the whole day considering her obsession with shoes. Her friends admired her closet and the amount of clothes she had, while Amna picked out her preferred, metallic silver, Chanel classic and her signature, deep purple Balenciaga with gold studs. Amna still wasn't finished, no where close. She grew tired from bending down and picking up her shoes, folding her T-shirts and placing her goods neatly in her suitcase. She left the colossal suitcase aside and fell right on her bed. She was exhausted. Still quite agitated by the lack of respect shown by 5aled earlier that day. She closed her eyes for just a minute, and her friends had woken her up to tell her they were leaving. She walked them downstairs and out the door, seeing A7med her cousin take Al Dana by the hand and guide her to her Beamer, while Noor remained on the phone talking to one of her lovers. Amna thanked them for coming and told them that she would call them tomorrow.

While walking back to her room, her blackberry vibrated and 5aled was calling. Amna hesitated to answer, but what the heck, why not answer and let it all out so he would feel guilty?

"What do you want?" Amna answered in arrant rudeness. "A5eeran you answered, this time can you talk to me like a normal human being rather than giving me attitude?"
"Me, attitude?" She coughed, "Ee!"
"Damn, you are such an asshole .."

Salutations?

WELCOME ME!
I jumped right into this blog world, with the freedom to write. I went right ahead and wrote my first story without giving myself a chance to introduce myself.

Heeeeeello readers, I am ABK. Well at least that's who you think I am. I am a young student from G6ar, ya saaaaaalaaaaaam! I love to write no doubt about it. My main goal is trying to keep you hooked on to my stories; cliff hangers are my thing! I try to make my writing as descriptive as possible with the most amount of emotion I could possibly use. I want you to be able to feel like you've stepped into the scene in which your reading and experiencing every ounce of it . To tell you the truth, I'm so into my writing I actually feel like I'm living it. After writing a scene I reread it thinking to myself "Allaaaaaaaaaaayh I wish I had a boyfriend like 7amaaaaaad!". You guys are driving me insane! Your blogs have gotten me so hooked I can't live a day without opening up blogspot! I've been inspired by so many of you, all of your posts are great .. keep up the amazing work everybody and keep writing!

I will never lack in gratitude for your support, I'll always keep you updated. Love you all, oh so very much :*

Your Beloved, Abk xx

P.S. Don't forget my love for fashion. The picture of the Chanel classic is what I call my symbol.

Girl Du`jour (Pt.9)

Amna's father hung up slowly in disbelief. He put the phone on the coffee table filled with his work papers. He stared into his daughters eyes sympathizing with her sorrow, it was like he could feel the tear drop, seep down her cheek, staining her pajamas.

"Amna, 7abeebti Amna, ta3ali!" Her father grabbed her hand, she pulled it away in despair. Amna ran to her room, tripped over some books and landed on the floor. She put her head down to the ground and couldn't keep herself from crying, although she had no clue what happened, she sensed that yesterday was the last day she saw her brother. She lifted her head, wielding all her energy to haul up the heaviness of her head ache. Her father, mother, sisters and brothers walked into her room, kneeling down to the floor towards her. Baba 3abdul3ziz relaxed his back against the bed adjacent to Amna.

"Amna, u5ooch fil mustafsha, w inshallah mafee shay. He's been in a coma since yesterday, he hit his head really badly, which the doctor's say effected his brain greatly." He kept his voice low, nearly whispering.
"So whatever you're thinking 7abeebti .. don't!" Her mother continued, shooing away Amna's ruinous thoughts. Amna still quiet, nodded and got up to wash her face from all the tears. The make-up from last night she forgot to take off dribbling down her face. Her parents, and siblings decided to leave her alone to rest and absorb what had happened. She lied down on her bed, face up. She grabbed her phone from her kangaroo pockets of her Abercrombie jumper and dialed Al Dana's number. Lucklessly, she didn't answer. She decided to call 5aled, to tell him what had happened.

"Halla walla bil gumar!" 5aled answered the phone in excitment. Amna remained quiet, afraid if she spoke she would burst into tears.
"Amoon ishfeech? Oh, and btw why didn't you call me ems?"
"5aled, my brother's in a coma." She got right to the point, 5aled paused to listen further. "Oh my god Amoon 7abeebti, I didn't know! Maychoof shar inshallah," He recognized the wriggle of Amna's voice, assuming she was to cry. It was clear to him now that Amna was crying, and all he could her was her sniffles.
"Amoon 7abeebti, 7ayati inti, please don't cry. I'm sure he's fine, lama it97een wallah itjene el 9ay7a, please latz3leen!"
"It's 3abood, 3ABOOD! The closest person to me in the house, my best friend." Amna continued to sob. "I know 7abeebti, you told me how close you were with him. 5air inshallah, nothing's going to happen."
"Bs 5alood, what if he doesn't wake up from his coma?" "Amoon, don't think like that .. the last thing you need is to think pesamistically. He WILL wake up from his coma, lat5afeen."
"He's been in a coma since yesterday, isn't that a long time?" "Amoona, people stay in a coma for years and they wake up, don't worry. A9lan ish9ar?"
"Him and my stupid cousins drove the Ferrari. They were speeding, ou they crashed ou 3abood's the only one in danger!!" Amna bawled, "Amoona, magdar asm3ich it97een chithee! Lazem ashoofich!"
"Bs you have class 5alood!"
"To hell with class, inti a'3la shay fe 7ayati. I can't hear you like this, I wanna' do everything I can to make you feel better!"
"Bs 5alood, ana lazem aroo7 el mstashfa ma3 el ahal."
"Inzain roo7e, ou ana bajeech, I'll tell you to come down to the parking lot to see me. Anything for you 7abeebti," Amna agreed, dapping her eyes with tissues. "Yalla goome, '3asle wayhich, tsab7ay, get dressed ou go see your brother. I'll call you when I'm in the parking lot, inzain 7ayati?" Amna showed a slight smile on her face, and said goodbye. She took a long, warm shower relaxing her tensions in her upper back. Amna got dressed, put on her straight-cut, Citizens of Humanity jeans on, a maroon coloured tunic, and matching maroon and white Tory Burch loafers. She wore her lose fitting 3abaya, and tied her hair up to wear her ebony shela. Without a touch of make-up Amna walked out her room, forgetting her earrings, but that didn't really matter to her now.

Her father and two brothers drove to the hospital in her dad's G class Mercedes, while Amna, her mother and sisters went in their mother's 7 series. On the way, Amna turned over to her mother with all the sadness in her voice.

"You know, if Baba wasn't such a big fan of cars, he would of never gotten 3abood a Ferrari, and this would have never happened .." She looked away, facing the houses moving quickly past them.
"Amna, don't put the blame on your father. There is no one to blame in this situation."
"I'm not blaming my father, I'm just saying Mama," "Amna 7abeebti I know, bs don't look at it that way .."

They arrived at the hospital and the driver dropped them off at the entrance of Al Ahli. They took the elevator to the 6th floor, and walked slowly trying to spot out room numer 613. Amna's father opened the door silently, to see 3abdullah lying on the hospital bed in total silence. A tear splashed on the ground from Amna's eye, she went to sit next to him on his bed. Her mother couldn't bear to see Amna hold 3abdullah's face, and stroke his stubble gently. Amna took her other hand and held his, and kissed it. She squeezed it so tight thinking that someone was going to tell her to let go. She watched him sleep for about 10 minutes, she could her the beeping noise of his heart rate and sighed in total relief knowing he was stil alive. She looked down at her lap, and prayed wuietly to herself hoping for the best. Her phone vibrated and she excused herself out of the room to answer.

"Halla 5aled," She picked up. "Halla 7abeebti, ana bara3 .. ou lat5afeen I parked somewhere no one can see us. Ta3alely bara3 and I'll tell you where I am."
Amna stepped back into the room telling her parents she's just going to go down to the coffee shop to get some coffee. By now, she was already walking out of the entrance, looked to her left then to her right to see if anyone would catch her walking to some "stranger's" car. 5aled noticed Amna walking towards him with her head down, he stepped out of his car.

"Amoon 7ayati, ta3ali," She quickly ran, picking up her 3abaya from under her feet and hugged 5aled so tight.
"Haa 7abeebti, shlon u5ooch? Inshallah 5air?" "He's still in a coma," She replied and buried her face into his arms. 5aled hugged her even tighter sensing she was still upset. He held her face with both hands, and kissed her gently on her padded lips.
"He's going to be fine, and you have nothing to worry about." Amna couldn't love 5aled any more than she did right now, they way he comforted her and told her everything would be okay. That he came all the way to Al Ahli to make her feel better.
"5alood?" She looke dup at him, "3yoon 5alood,"
"Thank you for coming here, I really appreciate it." "Anything for you 7abeebti," He kissed her forehead.
"How do you do it?"
"Do what 5aled?"Amna tried to understand what he was trying to say, "Look amazing even when you cry?"
"5alood, shutup! Am7ag amazing, look at me I don't have any make-up on. I look like shit, and I've been sobbing since I woke up!" Amna shot back, but still smiled at his kind compliment.
"WALLAH YOU DO! Fdaitech, you always look amazing, make-up doesn't make a difference kilish!" He defended, she slapped his chest playfully.
"Inzain 5aled, I have to go back to el 7ijra, okay?" "Okay 7abeebti, rou7i ig3idy wya ahlich,"
He kissed her goodbye, he couldn't walk her back inside afraid someone would see them. She went back to the room after picking up some coffee and found it empty. She went to the nurse and Asked her where 3abdullah Al-Flani's room was. The nurse told her they moved to a suite at the end of the hall. She walked until she reached a dead end, and peered into the room and found her mother and the rest of the family. She wandered in and the sat down on the couch near the window. She instantly fell asleep, 2 hours later her mother woke her up telling her they were going to go home.

"Noo mama, I'm gonna stay. Tell the driver to come pick me up fil lail, abe ag3id wya 3abood ishway. Oh, and tell them to send me lunch and dinner." She mumbled, still quite sleepy.
"Okay 7abeebti, we'l come back later anyway." Her family left the room, and Amna and 3abdullah were the only ones left.
Amna's blackberry started rining, and Amna quickly answered Al Dana.

"OH MY GOD! 7ABEEBTI I'M SOOO SORRY I DIDN'T ANSWER YOU MSA3A!" Al Dana apologized about a million times.
"Yeah babe. Taw el nas," Amna smiled to her self in complete bitchiness. "Amna, I said I was sorry .. latz3leen please, mb wagta! Anyways, I'm so sorry about what happened, 5a6a el shar"
"It's okay Danoo, el shar mayjeech 7abeebti .. Inzain, banam ana I'm so tired. Marigadt 3adel,"
"Okay 7ayati, I'll call you later, bubye." Amna fell back to sleep, and later woke up when her Family came back. It was really late, and Amna opened her eyes to find the doctor's walking into the gloomy room. The two, huge men explained to Amna's parents that they will have to take 3abdullah to London in a few days to treat him with professional equipment. Thankfully, Amna's winter break was to start this Thursday after her last class, so she would be able to go with 3abdullah and the Family.

Girl Du`jour (Pt.8)

I'm sorry if there are a billion typos, bs I was in a rush and I didn't want to keep you guys waiting. Love you all for reading! Mwaa7 :*

Abk xx

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After Amna's class on a Tuesday afternoon, both Amna and 5aled agreed to meet up at Starbucks (the usual) at 3:00.

5aled eyed Amna from head to toe with a kinky glare just as she was approaching his table. He got up and pushed his chair back with the back of his thigh. They greeted each other, and sat down on the burgundy, velvet couches. 5aled insisted on getting Amna a drink, but she kindly refused explaining that she was waiting to go home for lunch. 5aled excused himself, and went and ordered his Caramel Frap. Once he came back, Amna was fidgeting with her manicured nails.

"Amoon, ishfeech?" He asked inquisitiveley. "Nothing, laish?"
"Madree 3anich, so have you thought about things?" "Yupp," She looked up at him.

"Honestly, I think I feel the same way for you, as you do for me .." Amna raised her eyebrows and grinned, waiting for 5aled's positive reply. He grabbed Amna's hand from across the table and interlocked his fingers with hers. "I told you ana mb hadech, I adore you too much!" His cheeks turned red and he stared into Amna's beautiful bright eyes.

"Haa Amoon, ishrayech we go for a walk?" "Where?"
"5n roo7 Westbay, intmasha 3al beach .." "Sounds great," 5aled held her hand with no care in the world if someone would see them. They walked off to their cars, just as Amna was to head off to her Porsche he grabbed her by her waist.

"Wain ray7a?" He raised one of his thick eyebrows. "Sayarti," "La2 btjeen m3ay, b3dein ana baridech, okay?"
"5ala9 okay, 3ala ra7tek." She stepped into his Land Cruiser, and slowly took off her shela. They both remained quiet for the whole ride, listening to Rashed Al Majed. Every 5 minutes, they would look at eachother and simper, their smiles glistening from the amount of happiness they never thought they'd have together. They slowly drove through West Exit, windows down, listening to the hustle of the wind as the car moved sluggishly. Amna pointed to the large house to her right.

"5alood, that's my beach house right there! 9if jemba .."
"The one with the boat?" "Yup," 5aled parllel parked infront of Amna's beach, switching off the rumble of the engine. The dark arosed leaving a peice of light to shine, the night became colder and the chill of the breeze made Amna shiver. Her teeth juddered ..

"Amoona bardana?" Amna nodded, still quite shy. He wrapped his arms around her, moved her waves from her ear and whispered.
"Ana adafeech" Amna smiled and felt her spine tingle. They walked on the sinking sand of the shore, his arms still shielding her body.
"Mat7iseen we were meant to be, even though we didn't know each other for that long?" Amna playing with the wet sand with her toes, rubbing the muddy sand from her pedicured feet.
"Mhhm," She replied. He hugged her, not wanting to go too far. Amna loved it, when he carressed her ever so gently, keeping her safe in his arms.
"5alood, so2al. It's really random!" "Ask fdeitich" "What's your horse's name?"
"Hahaha, his name is Nido." Amna laughed, "What about yours?"
"Lightning, he's my favourite horse." Amna replied "Eee, 3looy told me you're a good rider." "Hehe, I don't know about that .." Amna laughed, trying not to sound too cocky.
"Ya 7ilwech, you're so cute Amoon!" "You're cuter .." She blushed. By now it was 6:00 and Amna needed to head back home. They drove back to the school parking lot, as if it was dejavu. They acted exactly the same way on the way to Westbay.

"Thanks 5alood for today," "Thank you 7abeebti! Call me awal ma tw9len el bait, ou diree balich 3ala nafsech okay?" "Inshallah" He hugged her goodnight watched her get into her Porsche and start the engine just to make sure she was safe. She hurried home to go see her mother. Soon, she arrived, while getting out of her car she peaked into the majlas to see if 3abdullah was there, unfortunately, he wasn't. She tried calling, but the sound of the answering machine annoyed her ears. She walked in and found her mother sitting on the couch, reading. She slouched on the comfy couch next to her.

"Mama?" She looked up at her mother, eyes wide open glistening from the ray of light that shined from the chandelier above them. "Labayh 7abeebti?"
"Have you seen 3abood?" "La wallah, galee be6la3 ma3 rab3a, bs mdree mita beyrja3."
"Oohh ok, inzain ana banam 7adee zahgana," She kissed her mother goodnight and ran up to her room. As she was washing her face, her blackberry buzzed on and off. She looked over the wet towel to see who was calling, it was Al Dana.

"Hala Danoozzz, sha5bar?"
"Where were you today?" Al Dana got right to the point completely ignoring Amna's question. "Um, I was out .." "With whom may I ask? If you weren't out with me, then who could you possibley be out with?"
"Okay, you caught me. I was with 5aled, we'r-" "OOOOH! Do you like him, do you like him?" Al Dana asked as if she was back in the fifth grade.
"Al Dana, we're dating, hehe!" "Oh my god, masra3, ou laish ma giltele? Ishda3waaaa, I'm your bestfriend Amoon."
"I was going to I swear, bs today we cleared things up and made our decision final to be more than just friends, then he took me to Westbay w mshaina on the beach next to my beach house." She clearly explained to Al Dana. "Ahaaaa. Aww, this is so cute! How did you like him that fast though?" Al Dana tried to make things clear.
"Mdre shagoolech yal Dana, he's such a sweet guy, he knows how to treat me right. We have so much in common, and when he told me he had feelings for me, I figured I felt the same way!!"
Al Dana continuously ooed and ahed about Amna's "cute" situation.
"Anyways, has A7med mentioned anything about 3abood today. Do you think he knows where he is? He hasn't come home for the whole day, I called bs he didn't answer, I'm kind of getting worried." Amna's voice faded away slowly, as she imagined pesamistic images of 3abdullah. She quickly snapped out of it.
"Noo I didn't ask Amoona, sorry. Bs don't worry 7ayati, I'm sure he's fine." "Inshallah," Amna said quietly.
"Inzain Amoon, a5aleech itnameen okay 7abeebti. You sound tired, and why don't you try messaging 3abdullah and see if he answers. Maybe he didn't want to talk to you in front of his friends for some strange man reasons," "Okay I will, t9b7een 3ala 5air ya 3umri" Amna blew her a kiss. "W inti mn ahal el 5air fdaitech, take care!"

Amna still scared to death, and worried about 3abdullah messaged him telling him to come home and when he did to wake her up.

"Hala 3abood. I dunno where you are bs I'm worried, when you come home walk into my room and wake me up, I haven't seen you the whole day and I don't mind waking up just to say hi. Love you xx"
She placed her blackberry on her wooden bedside table, and switched off the gleaming light. She closed her eyes, completely forgetting to call 5aled.

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She arose the next morning from her awful sleep, filled to the brim with awful nightmares. Amna tried remembering if 3abdullah came to see her last night, but couldn't call anything to mind. She ran down to her father, "Baba, wein 3abood?"
"That's what we're trying to find out 7abeebti, don't worry I'm sure he's fine." "Try calling A7med bin Fahad, yemken he knows."
She searched through her contact list, picking up A7med's name and gave her father his number.
Just as Baba 3abdul3aziz was dialing his number, A7med called Amna. "Ooh yubah, akaaa he's calling me." "Inzain ridee 3lay.."
"A7med? Where's 3abood?"
"Amna give me your dad .." Amna obeyed. She stood there, all ears trying to hear A7med.
"3ame, ems fil lail ana w 3abdullah kina intmasha ma3 3yal 3amame fil Ferrari, w .."
"A7med, don't tell me kinto msr3een fil Ferrari?" "3ame 5alni a5ale9 .."

Amna's heart stopped, and this time, not in a good way. The colour of her luminous skin faded into pale white, her jaw dropping further and further, second by second.

Girl Du`jour (Pt.7)

ROGER, ROGER, ROGER! I'm a big tennis fan and today is the final for the Australian Open. Roger Federer is playing against Rafael Nadal. I just wanted to show my support for the man of my dreams! 8)

(He's so amazingly gorgeous!)

Abk

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5aled hesitated to continue thinking he'd be going too fast. The only reason he decided to admit how he felt to her now was because earlier that day he had sensed the flirtatious activity they encountered. 5aled paused before saying anything else ..

"5aled ishfeek? Kamel .." Amna's brain froze in a state of awe, the tension rose up her back anxious to know what it was he wanted to tell her.
"Amoon, I would understand if you just wanted to be friends. But I'm just going to spit it out .. Amoon, I really like you and I always have. I have so much love to express to you, because you really are an incredible girl, and-" "But 5alood," She interrupted. He nearly died just hearing the way she said his nickname.
"We just started talking two days ago, don't you think it's a bit fast to be taking it this seriously?"
"True, bs Amoon wallah etha ma7abaitich, I wouldn't be saying this right now. Mn awal ma shiftech, youm salamte 3lay d5alte galbe." Amna looked up to her ceiling, her phone to her ear, and her other hand supporting her neck.
"Ishfeech sikate? Tadreen .. mb 3adla I tell you all this on the phone, lazem achoofech, ishrayech?" Amna sighed, "Umm, okay".
"Inzain, shall we meet up in an hour?" He asked. Amna turned her head to see what time it was, it was 3:00. But still she couldn't leave Al Dana lying restlessly on her bed alone. She was apprehensive, even though she had pretty good skills in perceiving, she was completely unprepared.
"Yeah sure .. I'm guessing Starbucks?" "Ee,"
"Okay then I'll see you there." Al Dana hung up, reached out to her desk to get a post-it and wrote a quick, short letter to Al Dana telling her she could sleep in her house till tomorrow, and she's just going to get some starbucks. She stuck the post-it on the pliable cushion next to Al Dana's head, she could hear her exhale in rhythm, her nose clogged from all the crying. Amna fixed her hair and make-up, ran off quickly to the car, late for her short noticed appointment with 5aled.

While driving, Amna remembered 7amad; and how he was supposed to call but never did. It's been two days after he had sent that message telling her he wanted to talk. She began to daydream, but then snapped herself out of her absentmindedness. Amna quickly turned the leather steering weel to her left that was gripped to the palm of her end, and parked. In the distance she spotted 5aled getting out of his Land Cruiser. She walked over hoping he would see her.
"Oh! There you are .. shlonech Amoona?" He inquired. "6ayba allah ysalmek, what about you?"
"I'm great .." No one was around, at this time people were usually in class or in the Library studying. Starbucks was empty; Amna and 5aled felt free to sit and talk without anyone staring at them in confusion. Amna fixed her shela, wrapping the inky black cloth, outlining her heart-shaped face. "Soooo, what's going on?" She finally got to the point, after 5 minutes of complete and utter silence.
"Well, I think by now we're both pretty aware of our situation. It's only up to us, together to decide what's going to happen." "Well, 5aled .. I honestly don't know what to say,"
"You don't have to say anything!" He shot back, "Just think about it Amna, if you didn't didn't have feelings for me, do you think you would come half way across town just to talk to me?" Amna paused, absorbed what he had said. He was right, she never realized that her feelings for him were this strong and had built up so fast in the duration of two days!
"Damn, I guess you're right .. I never really thought about that .." Her voice descended. "But, this is happening so fast! This whole thing whizzed by be, and I didn't even notice it was so serious." She continued ..
"Exactly. Amoon, take as long as you want. Even if it takes you years to decide, as long as I'm with you at the end." "You're not giving me much of a choice are you?" She chuckled.
"Hehe, even if you reject me, inti lay7een bgalbe." Amna's emotions drowned into her face, her stomach swallowing dozens of butterflies. Her heart sank out of it's place. "5aled, you're killing me," "Ana mayet feech already .." He smiled.
"5aled, I'm going to have to think about this. After my ex, I really didn't want to go through it all with the whole boyfriend business. I had enough after that, bs you're, yo-, you are just perfect." Her eyes twinkled and smiled, her dimple punching a whole through her rosy cheeks. "I5the ra7tich, I don't want you to feel rushed. You're the girl I want to be with, and I'm sure about that .."

Amna died in her own arms hearing the precious words flow out his mouth. She stared at his deep, brown eyes enriching his thick dark eyebrows, down to his sharp, straight cut nose, to his plump lips, crowning the top of his clean goatie. His dark hair curled at a medium hight, and every once in a while he would swipe his fingers through it, and itch his stubble. Amna mesmerized by his flawless looks, the same way he was bedazzled with hers. He took off his off-white Abercrombie sweater, under it a navy blue Ralph Lauren Polo. Amna adored his style, soon realizing how similar it was too 7amad's. Not only the way he dressed, but 5aled's features were almost exactly the same, he just had longer air, and a scruffier look than 7amad did. Was that what she liked the most? That 5aled reminded her of 7amad?

"Amoon, when you make up your mind, call me so we can meet up and talk okay?" "Inshallah," She replied. "Inzain, I have to get going, I'll walk you to your car," "Alright," They got up from the table, the chairs scratching against the floor. They both strolled their way to Amna's Porsche.

"Porsche haaaaa? 7arakaaat 7arakaaaat!" 5aled winked, "It's my brothers," Amna laughed.
"Inzain if you need anything digee 3alay okay Amoona?" She nodded with a slight grin on her face. "Yalla fdeitich, see you later!" Amna stepped into her car foot first, the loud roar of the engine shocked 5aled. She peaked over to see 5aled, and he just stood there and waited for her to leave so he was aware she was safe. Amna headed back home in a rush to cath up on Al Dana. Just as she arrived, she saw 3abdullah walking out of the majlas.

"Amoooooooon 7abeebti, machiftech elyoum! I miss you .." He kissed her cheek. "I miss you too 3abood." Amna hugged her brother tightly.
"Eee 9a7, Amoon .. ish9ayer mn bein A7medoo w Danoo? A7med jani el majlas, 7ada mt'6ayeg mdre mn wishoo." 3abdullah asked, worried. "Mdre wallah ya 3abdullah, they got into a fight 3ala shinoo? Madre."
"Inzain, he wants to see her. Where is she?" "My room .." "Inzain nadeeha,"
Amna ran upstairs to find Al Dana digging her fingers into a large bowl of leftover popcorn. Amna could tell in an instance Al Dana was still upset, she comforted her once again and told her that A7med wanted to see her.

"He's waiting bara3. Ma tabeen itkalmena?" "I'm not in the mood to talk to him,"
"C'mon Danoo, ho na6erlich bara3 yabee ekalmich, shakla mt'6ayeg. E7azen wallah," Amna looked at the window and noticed A7med leaning against his X5. "Ta3alee choofee! Yaksr el 5a6r!!"
"Fineeeeeeeee, okay I'll go talk to him. Bs won't your parents see me?"
"La2 lat5afeen sayarta b3eeda 3an el beit, they're not going to notice."Amna held out her arm for Al Dana to pull herself up. She walked out the house and towards A7med, and Amna stood near the window and watched.

A7med sparked up after seeing Al Dana walking towards him.
"Danoo, please latz3leen .." She could see a twinkle of sorrow in his eyes. "A7med, ana fahma inek it'3ar 3alay, bs mafee da3y itkabr el salfa. I love you, and only you, what don't you understand about that?"
"Amna, ana a3arf and I'm sorry I can be such a pain in the ass sometimes. The slightest things make me jealous and so agitated, I can't help it and you know that!"
"Le daraja inek it'3ar mn 3abood? It's 3ABOOD A7med, why would I ever think of flirting with 3abood! Seriously .. he's my bestfriend's brother." "I know 7ayati, and I'm sorry I over reacted."
He pulled her towards his warm chest and hugged her tight. She rubbed her face, feeling the contours of his 6 pack. He lifted her chin and pecked her nose, she giggled and dropped her face back into his arms.
"7abeebi Dana?" He whispered. "Labayh ya galbe?" "I love you." Al Dana looked up at him, straight into his eyes and answered, "Amoot feek,". He kissed her one more time and let her go back into the house to Amna.

Al Dana slammed the door open to Amna's room.
"Bismallah!" Amna cried. "He's the best thing that's every happened to me, fdeita I love him too much." She dropped herself onto the couch.
"Aaaww, inzain why were you guys fighting?" Amna wanting to find out to go tell 3abdullah.
"The other day, I was talking to him on the phone. I heard your brother singing 3abdulmajeed, and btw 9oota!!! Mashallah it's amazing. So I told A7med that I really liked 3abood's voice and you know how jealous he gets, he spazzed!"
"Just because of 3abood, ishda3wa it's 3abood!" "Exactly, that's what I told him. Anyways, we're fine now!"

Al Dana decided to sleep over. After getting out Monopoly and playing for atleast 2 hours, Amna called up 5aled. Even though she had put all her concentration into winning monopoly, she also thought about what she had to say to 5aled. Her decision was pretty clear to her.

"Halla fdeitech!" He answered without leaving a chance for the phone to ring.
"Soo 5aled, can I see you bukra? To talk, I wanna' clear things out ishway .."
"7a'6er, I'll be anywhere at anytime just for you." He smiled.

Girl Du`jour (Pt.6)

It was Sunday morning and Amna woke up to the harsh sound of her phone.
"Uff, who is it now?" She thought to herself. It was her usual morning wake-up call, Al Dana.

"Ellooooo?" Amna's voice cracked.
"9ba7 el 5air 7abeebti, yallah goomay!" Al Dana bellowed, just as Amna looked at her clock to see what time it was.
"DANOO! It's 5:00, I never wake up this early and neither do you!"

Al Dana, the unpredictable. They met in Grade 6, and from that moment they were joined by the hip. They were definitely the closest out of the whole group. Al Dana was loud, loving, and too caring for words! The funnest one out of them all, she was always the one who woke Amna up in the morning telling her to get ready for their outings, the one who made Amna carefree by making her laugh when she was down. Everyone loved Al Dana, because she loved everyone back. Her personality was a perfect fit to how she looked like. She had soft features, cherry red cheeks, a defined nose and sad, down turned, light brown eyes. She hardly wore make-up, because she always had a natural glow to her. Guys adored her jovial personality and her crazy self. Al Dana was ALWAYS hyper. She was the last one to sleep, and the first one to wake up. She would always laugh hysterically with no care for the world. The only problem was that she never really knew how to give helpful advice about relationships or anything like that, although she was the first person Amna would spill her guts to about any guy. Al Dana had a relationship of her own, she was dating Amna's cousin, A7med. They've been together for about two years and it just so turns out that A7med is best buds with 3li, who's friends with 5aled, who all hang out at the same majlas. What a small world.

Amna still pissed off at Al Dana for waking her up so early, got up and got ready for school. With Al Dana still talking to her on the phone , she drew her jetblack, liquid eyeliner defining the shape of her eyes, curled her lashes with some mascara, enriched her cheekbones with light pink blush, and glossed her lips with a natural shade of pink. She wore her grey, cashmere sweater to keep her warm for December's breeze, with dark blue 7 For All Mankind skinnies, and her teal blue Cavalli flats. She clipped her earrings on, and wore her blue Hermes bracelet that matched perfectly with the shade of her flats. She walked downstairs to relax and have her morning coffee. By now she had already shut the phone from Al Dana. She poured the smoking hot liquid into her Starbucks mug. She stirred it with the metallic spoon and just listened to the high pitched noises as it hit each side of the mug. Her phone vibrated just as she was going to take her first sip. A message from 5aled ..

"9ba7 el 5air ya shei5a :) Have a good day fil jam3a. If you want to meet up in Starbucks after class, call me. Tc xx"
She smiled. Amna adored his charm, she thought he was so "cute". She picked her up blackberry and messaged him back, "9ba7 el noor, you too have a good day. If I go, I'll be sure to call you. Bye xx"
Amna grabbed her oversized, messenger Bottega bag and the matching wallet. She sheilded her hazel eyes with her black wayfarers, put on her 3abaya, grabbed the keys to her brother's Cayenne S and left to school. Half way there, Amna called Al Dana.

"Halla fdaitech! Danooo, 5aled is so cute, he always messages me in the morning!"
"Aaww Amoon, a7is he's the perfect guy, well .. other than A7med. Bs, what about 7amad? Didn't he say he would call you?"
"U55, don't remind me. Ee, he said he would, but he never did and I hope he never will. Whatever, I'm going to forget about him, just thinking about him makes me depressed." Amna sighed.
"Hmm, that's weird. He made it seem like it was urgent .." Al Dana confused,
"Yeah I know, bs whatever it doesn't matter. Inzain, wainech?" She quickly changed the subject.
"Tawni wa9la Georgetown .."
"Ok I'll see you in a bit, bye 7ayati!" Amna pressed the red button with her thumb.
She got out the car, spotted Al Dana's BMW and walked over to her. They prattled all the way to class about how cute 5aled was, and how much Amna and him had in common. While the professor lectured the bored, sleepy students, Amna tried to pay attention, but all she could think about was 5aled. She was unsure if she just wanted to be friends, or if she had mixed feelings for him.

"Cut it out!" She whispered to herself. Al Dana sitting behind her, overheard Amna talking to herself.
"Amoon, ishfeech? Inti 9a7ya wela?" She asked playfully.
"Hehe, yes I'm 9a7ya. Just daydreaming, that's all."

After two hours of class, which seemed like 2 years, Amna called up 5aled to tell him she was going to Starbucks. He told her he would meet her up in 10 minutes.
After Amna had ordered, she went over to pick up her Caramel Frap, Al Dana called her to tell her she was going to go home. Just as Amna was turning around she noticed 5aled walking over to her.

"Hey," "Hey! How are you?" He asked ..
"B5air allah ysalmek, and you?" "B5air damich b5air" He smiled. They sat down and 5aled ordered his coffee.

"You look beautiful btw .."
"Thanks :$" Amna blushed, "No really, don't get me wrong. Mashallah 3laich you're stunning."
That's it, Amna couldn't help it. He was so endearing and quaint. She loved his unnecassary comments about how she looked. They resumed on their conversations about college, and random things. Every once in a while she would notice 5aled would stop listening and would stare at her for about 2 minutes. When she smiled, he would smile too.

"Amna, I have to tell you someth-" Her phoned buzzed. "Oh my god, sorry 5alood I gotta' go. My mum needs me, bs I'll call you later okay?"
"3ala ra7tich, see you later Amoon .. bye." They said their goodbye's and Amna left in a hurry.

Amna arrived home safely, and found a new text message from Al Dana.
"A7med and I got into a fight, and this really sucks. I need a shoulder to cry on Amoon, don't leave me alone!"
She called her up straight away, and invited her over to watch some Gossip Girl, and act totally depressed shoving ice scream into their mouths. Too tired to drive, Al Dana's driver dropped her off at Amna's. They spent hours with their eyes fixed to the t.v. screen. Every ten minutes Amna would pause Gossip Girl to catch Al Dana crying with her head buried into her pillow. She would tell her everything was okay, and stroked her curly hair continuously until Al Dana fell asleep. Amna silenced her phone so it wouldn't ring ever so loudly and disturb Al Dana. Minutes later her phone flashed on and off, 5aled was calling.

"Halla 5alood, I'm soooo so so so sorry I left today. Bs, my mum needed me .." Amna apologized.
"Amoona don't be sorry. Ishda3wa, wallah 3ade."
"Inzain, what were you going to tell me? You said you needed to talk about something." She asked in anxiety. "Oh yeah, um. Amna, you're an amazing girl you really are. And in the past two days I have really gotten to know you, and honestly wala mara fe 7ayati did I meet someone like you. I don't how to begin to express how I feel for you ..." Amna's wide smile nearly ripped her face in half.

Girl Du`jour (Pt.5)

So, I decided to change the name of the story to " Girl Du`jour " meaning Girl of the day. Indicating that .. Amna is the girl of the day. Enjoy! :P

Abk

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The girls ate the last bites of their dinner while still gossiping about Amna's phone call with 5aled. They finished watching the last episode of Gossip Girl, then they all packed up their belongings and Amna kindly escorted them out.

By the time the group had left, Amna was exhausted. Still in her sweats, she kissed her mother goodnight and headed back to her bedroom. She picked up her blackberry and checked to see if she received any messages and remembered that 7amad said he would call her to have a "serious" talk.

"It's 12:30, when is he thinking about calling?" She mumbled, stroking her fingers through her fine hair. She couldn't care less anyway. She sighed in relief, hoping he will forget to call her for the rest of her life.

She couldn't sleep, just as much as she wanted to, she needed to finish the last few lines of her extended essay. Amna placed her phone near her Pro, poured herself a frigid glass of milk and began typing. She opened up iTunes and clicked on her favourite Rashed Al Majed song and hummed the lyrics silently. Amna finished typing the last few words, then speedily called up 3li. After just one ring her brother from another mother answered ..

"Amoooon! Wallah tawni kint ba6ershlich message! Fedaitich sha5barech?" He answered in exhilaration.
"Hehe, 9b7an Allah! I'm good, how are you 3looy?"
"I'm good, I'm good, shway ta3ban though .."
"Inzain 3alawi, why did you give 5aled my number?" She asked curiously, not like she minded.
"5alood? Ishda5al, I didn't give him your number, laish?"
"You didn't? 'Cause he called me elyoum, he told me he got it from you." She said, suprised.
"Nope, so .. did you talk him?"
"Ee, we talked. He seems like a nice guy."
"Yeah, he's great!" Amna detected the excitement in 3li's voice. "You guys actually have a lot in common, I just realized. The whole horse riding thing .."
"Haha! Yeah I know, and we're both Pisces!"
"We all need to go out together sometime, me, you, 5aled .."
"Mmm, yeah okay I'll see. 3ayal bakalmik bukra .."
"Okay fedaitich, take care!" "You too .."

Just as Amna put her blackberry down, it juddered. She glanced at the flashing phone, and checked to see who was calling. It was 5aled ..
Amna answered. They babbled on about random subjects for ages, he asked her why she didn't send him a message when she woke up, she simply told him she had forgotten. Amna rubbed her eyes with her skinny fingers, and yawned.

"Shfeech Amoon, ta3bana?" 5aled asked with concern.
"Ee ishway, ma3ani rigadt wayed elyoum lisa mashiba3t" She giggled.
"Inzain namy .."
"Oookay, bs gabel ma asker. How did you get my number?" She brought up the subject she discerned 5aled didn't want to talk about.
"Why does it matter?"
"Madree, I just want to know. You told me you got it from 3looy .. I asked him and he didn't know what I was talking about."
"Honestly, I .. I, I stole it from his phone." "Oh .."
"I hope that didn't put you off, bs el9ara7a when I saw you earlier today .. 3jabteni. I got to know you a little bit more, and you're really sweet! I thought we could be good friends, you know?"
"Aww thanks 5aled, you are too! Of course we can be friends .." She blushed.

5aled loved hearing the innocence of her voice, the tenderness of her giggle, he could see her luminous smile on the other side of the phone. He knew he wanted to be more than friends. It wasn't just her perfect, sharp features he adored, it was her personality, her kindness, her sense of humour. He just needed to be patient before he hinted anything.

Amna silenced her phone, got up to brush her teeth, then flattened her body on her bed. She instantly closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Girl Du`jour (Pt.4)

Amna wanted to ignore 7amad's message, but changed her mind and texted him back.

"Okay .." She slowly typed the four letters that she was temporizing about.

"Amoon? Are you serious? You're actually going to have a serious talk with him, he left you to get engaged to his cousin for God's sake!" Noor protested.
"Noor! I just want to know what he wants, nothing else. I know he left me, but then again he tried calling me a billion times. I think he deserves a chance to explain what happened .."
"Kaifech."
"Anyways, he's engaged. Why would he want me back if he's getting married soon?"

The girls finished their last sips of coffee and walked out Le Notre. Al Dana, aware of the group of guys who just happened to leave at the same time, followed them to their cars. The girls sighed knowing what the guys were up to. They said their goodbye's and drove off to catch up on Gossip Girl. Amna parked her Range Rover next to the water fountain just in front of her front door. With her blackberry in one hand, and her Bottega wallet in the other. She whizzed to her room after saying hi to her parents. She pushed down the golden doorknob of the white wooden door to her room and found 3abdullah sitting on her couch playing Grand Theft Auto.

"Oh, hey 3abood .."
"Halla 7abeebti, sorry if I'm in your room." 3abdullah clicked away at the matte black remote control. Her phone vibrated continuously to find a peculiar number calling her, and it was not 7amad's. She excused herself and walked out to her balcony facing her bright blue pool, and closed the door.

"Ello?" She answered ..
"Mar7aba, Amna?"
"Mar7abtain, ee na3am. Mn m3ay?"
"Ana 5aled, rfeej 3looy, 3arafteni?" .. "What the hell?" Amna thought to herself.
"Ooh halla, ee akeed 3araftek! 3looy 36ak ra8mee?"
"Ee. Anyways how are you?" He quikly changed the subject.
"I'm great and you?" "Good," He replied.
They continued to chat, about many things. Amna got to know him a lot more and learned that they had a lot in common. They were both Pisces, both loved Caramel Frap's, and the weirdest thing of all, he too rode horses.
She quickly glanced through the glass door to see if 3abdullah had left, unsurprisingly he still had his eyes glued to the bright colours of the graphics shown on the wide-screen t.v. fidgeting with the remote control. So she remained outside on the balcony, pulled up a chair and sat down, watching her little cousins tha had come over to swim. Amna and 5aled talked for about an hour. He seemed so interesting to her, their conversations would last for centuries. He cracked her up just like 3li would. He had a certain charm that made Amna giggle.

"Inzain 5aled, ba5aleek. Banam ishway b3dein ba5al9 sh'3lee, ok?"
"Ok Amoona, 3ala ra7tich. Lama itgoomeen 6arshele message. Tabeen shay?"
"Salamtek. Yalla take care .."
"Bye 7abeebti." He closed.

Amna paused. 7abeebti? Mn awalha? 7abeebti? She just met this guy today. He must of really liked her to call her that and unintentionally said it. "Whatever it doesn't matter, maybe he's just nice like that .." she thought to herself.
By the time she shut the phone, 3abdullah had already switched off her PS3 and closed her room door. She changed into her Juicy Couture sweat pants, and wore the matching sweater, tied up her hair and made herself comfortable under her thick, white bed covers. Just as she were to put her blackberry on her bedside table, Sisa, her maid walked in.

"Amoonaaaaa! What you want por dinner?" She squeeled.
"I don't know Sisa, make anything!"
"Okay, I will make noodles."
"Thanks, and Sisoooooo close my curtains please."
Sisa closed the curtains quietly and left Amna to rest.

She overslept and woke up at 8:00. She walked to her bathroom and washed her face with ice cold water. After that the first thing she did was call 3abdullah to ask him where he was.
"Ana fil majlas .." Typical answer.
She called her friends and told them to come over to study and finish watcing Gossip Girl. About an hour later, Sisa called her to tell her that her friends were waiting for her downstairs. She ran down, her feet smashing against the cold marble, her hand sliding against the railing of her stairs. She took her friends back up to her room, they all relaxed. One on her bed, the other on the floor. Others half asleep on her couch watching Gossip Girl. Amna still ticking away, trying to finish her essay. The maids barged in and woke half of them up for dinner. While swallowing her noodles, Amna choked while she remembered that 5aled had called her earlier. She interrupted the girls and had to tell them what happened.
She sensed the smirk on Noor's face.

"Nooro, ishfeech?"
"Wala shay, I knew this was going to happen .."
"What?"
"This whole 5aled thing!"
"Haha, forget it. From what I can see, we're just friends .. nothing more!" Amna remembered the last word he had said to her before he shut.

Girl Du`jour (Pt.3)

Amna ignored the call, and put her phone on silent. She tried to fall back into her deep sleep, but failed. Suddenly, flashbacks of her and 7amad were getting to her.

7amad, Amna's ex. Her first and last boyfriend. They were the perfect couple, they fitted like pieces of a puzzle. She adored him, and he adored her even more. 7amad would do anything for her, he would die for her. He thought it would go somewhere, but the most unfortunate happened. 7amad's parents arranged an engagement with one of his cousins after dating Amna for almost a year. She was devistated, and 7amad knew he had to put things off as soon as possible. He was forced into his engagement until he swore to his father he wouldn't talk to him again if he was to marry this girl. Of course, his parent's didn't know about him and Amna, and she had no clue he had put off the engagment, neither does she now.
7amad tried calling her a billion times after their break up, but Amna did the usual and ignored. After a couple of months 7amad went ot London to finish studying, and Amna had completely shut him out of her life and started fresh. No one knew they dated, and she wanted to keep it that way. Except her bestfriends, Al Dana and Noora.

Amna finally fell back to sleep and dreamt of the moments she had with 7amad. When he used to pick her up from school, and she used to pretend he was her brother. When they got into a fight, he sent large bouquets of roses to her driver to give them to her. When they used to sit on the beach for hours, just talking. The first thing he would do was kiss her forehead when he first saw her, and told her he never wanted to lose her. When Amna was cold, he would take off his oversized Kent jumper and make her wear it, and hug her so tight to warm her. Finally, when he promised he would be at her parent's doorstep asking for her hand.

She woke up to find a tear trickling down her cheek and landing on the palm of her soft hand. She hated remembering the oh so amazing memories of the days she was with 7amad. She promised herself once again she would never fall for any guy and have to go through all that misery of facing the truth.

After her shower, she did her make-up, slipped on her Rock&Republic skinny jeans, put on her ivory Burberry collared shirt, and wore her favourite brown leather Gucci boots with gold studs. Amna tied her hair into a messy bun, and braided the sides. Clipped on her favourite pair of clover Van cleef earrings. She was finally ready to go to her horse riding lesson.
Amna loved horse riding, every Saturday she would go have her private lesson. She messaged Al Dana and Noor telling them she was going to go Al Shaqab and later on she would meet up with them to have coffee.

2 hours passed, and Amna was already leaving Al Shaqab. She quickly put on her 3abaya, and threw her shela over her shoulder. She drove to Le Notre to find Noor's Escalade parked outside. She walked in turning her head from left to right trying to look for two girls that just didn't know how to blend in. She spotted Noor's bright, hot pink lipstick and Al Dana's light curley hair coming out from her shela. She couldn't help noticing the tremendous amount of guys staring at her either. Amna walked over to her table and sat down.

"Hey girls! Shlonkum?" She asked.
"We're great, inti shlonech? How was horse-riding?"
"It was fanatastic, today's lesson was the best."
"Can we have three slices of Strawberry cheesecake please?" Al Dana interrupted Amna.
"Anyways, you guys this weird number called me ems fil lail yemken 20 times, i recognize the number bs I don't know who it is. I think it might be -"

"AMOON?!?!" The girls turned around to hear the voice of the best guy on earth, 3li!

3li was Amna's bestfriend. They were bestfriends since Pre-K. He loved her like his own sister, she fonded him in the same way. She would talk about every problem of hers, and the best he would do was listen and comfort her. Amna cracked him up, and so did he. They were best friends for life and they both knew nothing can come between them.

"Omg! 3alooy? Mn zaman ma chifnak? Wainek, i5tifait mara wa7da?" Amna replied in suprise.
"Wallah, I went to London with my mum, 'cause she had a doctor's appointment. It was urgent. I'm sorry I didn't call or text or anything to tell you I was leaving."
"La 3ady, ishda3wa .." Amna noticed 3li's new aqquaintance standing beside him.
"Oh, god I forgot! This is 5aled, we've been friends for a while and I never got the chance to introduce you to him." He pushed 5aled towards her.
"5aled, this is Amna, the sweetest girl ever wallah!"
"Hey" .. "Hey" Amna repeated.

"Dayum, he's hot!" She could her Al Dana whispering to Noor.

"Anyways, bn5aleekum we have to go meet up with the other guys fil city, taboon shay?"
"Salamat galbek .." They replied.
3li and 5aled walked off. Amna watched them get into 3li's electric blue, H2 Hummer pickup. 5aled staring at her from outside the window until they drove off until she wasn't in sight.

"He's hot, he def. has a thing for you. Just date!" Noor shouted.
"Ishda5al! Awalan I just met him, thaniyan you girls know me I'm not looking for a boyfriend."

Amna's blackberry vibrated. She found a new message from the same number that called her last night.

"Halla Amoona, I hope you still have my number saved. I wouldn't be suprised if you don't, anyways this is 7amad. Can I call you tonight to have a serious conversation with you? Without you trying ot ignore me of course .." Amna read the message out loud.

"SHIT!" She thought ot herself, she really didn't want to have anything to do with him.
The girls remained silent.

"He better not be asking for you back .." Al Dana replied.

Girl Du`jour (Pt.2)

While heading back to Al Dana's, Amna stopped to pick up some papers from college. They parked, got out of the car and strolled to Amna's class. As they were walking, they noticed the rest of the girls walking towards them.

"Halla walla halla!" Noor shouted.
"Halla feech 7abeebti!" Amna replied.
"Sh3indich jaya el jam3a fil weekend?"
"Nsait awragy fil 9af, ou gilt 5alna inmir 3ala Subway na5ethlana '3ada .. Agool, ta3aly wyana Nooro!"
"5ala9 okay, inte roo7e i5hte awragich ou bintalaga fe Subway .."

Amna held the bottom of her 3abaya and quickly ran, trying not to ruin her Miumiu flats, to her class to get her folders. She walked back, too lazy to walk down the stairs. Pushed the down button for the elevator and waited silently for the aluminum doors to open. *Ding* the sound of the elevator doors, Amna walked in with her head down texting her mother telling her she wasn't coming home for lunch. Without even noticing she took her loose shela off, and fixed her hair into a messy bun knowing no one would see her.

"E7m .."

Amna turned around to realize there was someone in the elevator, standing behind her. Not just anyone, it was 7amad. Her heart stopped and fell right down to her stomach. She felt as though her brain stopped functioning, she didn't know what to do.

"Oh halla 7amad! Mashiftek w ana da5la :S"
"Hahai, a5eeran! I thought you were trying to ignore me .."
"Hehe, no wallah I didn't even notice. So, how are you?"
"I'm okay, could be better. And you? How's el dirasa? Any new boyfriend?"
"I'm good, so is school."
"Boyfriend?"
"7amad, you know me. Ana mb malat hal sowalef el bay5a, I grew up."

Amna hated having a boyfriend. She thought it was stupid and pointless, and that even if she did it wouldn't go anywhere. People denied this, they would talk .. alot! Amna would be the talk of the town, 'cause she was pretty. Weirdo's would tell other weirdo's that Amna was their girlfriend, and ofcourse the corruption of young adults will never come to an end in Do7a, they believe anything anyone says. That's what Amna despised the most. Girls hated her, bcause they envied her. Others obsessed over her, because they wanted to be like her. Boys would dream, because they wanted to be with her. She thought it was pathetic. Although, she didn't care, she knew herself better than anyone else knew her. She knew what she had done wrong in her life, and what she had done right. Amna learned to face reality and live with the ridiculous rumors said about her, and that was the only thing she loathed about Qatar.

"So, shimsawya?" 7amad continued.
"Wala shay, just came to pick up some papers, then I'm gonna' go have some lunch at Subway with the girls."
"Do you still have the same number as before?" He asked.
"Yup .."
"Aaah ok, salmy 3ala the girls!"
"Yo9al .."

They both rushed out the elevator and Amna powerwalked to Subway. Noticing that 7amad stopped and stared at her, watching with a regretful look in his eyes.
Noor and Al Dana noticed Amna in such a hurry ..

"Ishfeech mstana?" Al Dana giggled.
"Oh my god, I saw 7amad. I haven't talked to this guy in 6 months!"
"Well, you're lucky you look hot today .."
"Are you kidding me? I walked into the elevator without noticing he was there, g6ait el shela, EXPOSING MY SHITTY HAIR TO HIM!"
"Hahaha! Calm down, you look fine. Your face is something he can't resist, trust me!"

"Uff, what was he doing here?" Amna thought to herself.

After dropping Al Dana off, she raced home. Exhausted, kissed her mother on her forehead. Too tired to walk up the stairs, regardless, she forced herself up, found her father sitting in his office working.
She closed the door to her room, opened up her Macbook Pro and began working on her extended essay. By now, it was 9:00, Amna was still not finished working. Instead she fell asleep on her couch with Gossip Girl still playing on her widescreen t.v. So much for working ..
Her brother, 3bdullah, walked in to ask her is he could borrow her playstation, but found her half dead on her massive couch. He pulled the extra blanket off her bed, moved her laptop off her lap, saving her extended essay, and quietly covered her with the blanket.

Amna and her brother were always close. Since they were young she could tell him anything. Other than the fact he was much older and was getting married soon, they still cared for each other like bestfriends would. He treated her with respect, and that's what Amna respected most. He was her favourite sibling, not even her two sisters could have the same friendship with Amna as she did with 3abdullah. She had other brothers too, but 3bdullah was different. He kissed her hairline and silently closed the door to her room.
Unfortunatley, her blackberry vibrated just as she was to fall into a deep sleep. She checked to see who was calling and saw number that was so familiar ..

Girl Du`jour (Pilot, Pt.1)

Hey guys! This is my first blog entry, I apologize if you get bored in the middle of reading this. This entry is just an intro to the main character and I wanted you readers to just get a glimpse of her personality and her physical traits. I promise the actual "story" is coming soon, so keep reading!

Abk

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Waking up to finding a new text message on her phone. Amna slowly opens her eyelids and reaches over to the right side of her king-sized bed and grabs her blackberry between her fingers and opens the message sent by Al Dana.

"Wake up! Get ready, let's go for a drive .."

Amna hesitating to obey, pushes her white duvet covers with her feet off the bed. She texts Al Dana back with her eyes still unable to focus on the keypad.

"Okay 7ayati, I'll shower, change, eat breakfast. I'll meet you at your house ba3d half an hour, okay? See you!"
She pulls off her Abercrombie hoodie off her head, gets up from her bed and limps to get her robe to go take a shower. Half an hour later, Amna is already doing her make up as she waits for the steam from the warm water to dissapear. She drew her simple eyeliner perfectly on her eyelids, applied her bronzer. She opens the cap of her Chanel #14, turned the bottom half until the red, seductive lipstick rolled out and polished her bare lips. Finally, strokes her long, thick lashes with a bit of Dior Blackout, enhancing her almond shaped eyes.

Amna was certainly attractive. She had a perfectly, toned body, acceptable hight with long tanned legs. She had a heart-shaped face, with huge, round, flawless lips. Her 5aleeji nose touches the top of her lip with it's tip. Amna's large, hazel brown eyes was one of her best features. Defenitley her best, her long, light brown, thick hair had perfect waves. Amna was one of the best looking out of her friends, whenever they would go out she would be the center of attention. She hated it, disgusted by the way men looked at her she would always ignore. Not only was she beautiful, she was extremely intelligent. No one knows how she does it, struggling to keep up her Honour role she manages to look amazing, every day. Her friends and family loved her. She was kind and generous, quiet and loving. She always needed to make her friends happy by cracking them up. She had a hilarious side to her, always made jokes and imitated people perfectly. She could stay quiet for half the day then FAJ2A make a joke and next thing you know it, the whole "shila" would be on the floor! I guess you could say she was perfect, but her dirty laundry hasn't been exposed yet ..

Taking a quick glance at her Rolex watch, Amna quickly put on her 3abaya, let her hair down and rushed down the flight of stairs leading to her grand, Victorian living room and pushed the glass door to her marbled kitchen open. She briskly grabbed a Go Ahead bar and dug through her car keys finding a wide choice of cars she could go meet up her friend in. She decided to take the keys of her black, tinted Range Rover and barged out the door. She silently settled in the bright, red leather seats that coincendentley happened to match her lipstick. She switched on the engine and accelerated hoping to reach Al Dana's by 11:00.

She stopped at the traffic light just before Al Dana's house. She rolled down her fully tinted window, throwing her shela over her head, adjusting her black wayfarers.

"7alatain!"

Amna trying her best not to look to her left to find some perverted idiot trying to flirt. She rolled up the windows, still able to hear him.

"Afa! Laish?" He questioned.

Rolling her eyes from under her Ray Ban's she buzzed off hoping that ass wouldn't follow her. Typical, he did. Trying her hardest to lose him, she finally did. Amna arrived safely at Al Dana's, she quickly gave her dearest friend a kiss on the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark. They drove off to Starbucks to pick up their Caramel Frap's, and went on a long ride around Do7a until it was time to head back for lunch.