ChapterOne.

Hello guys!

Thanks for visiting my blog.

I hope you enjoy reading my story:*


First of all the story down here is not true. I made it up. I'm gonna introduce myself "in the story". A saudi girl named Lulwa My mother is kuwaiti, I live in Riyadh & Kuwait. I'm not kidding my parents are divorced that's why. My Dad tizawaj wa7da thanya and my mother mob fa9'yatli abad. So If I was in riyadh you have to know that I'm with my father & if I was in Kuwait I'm with my mother.. Anr7im 9a7 c': ?

Anyway bakamil, I'm 16y/o. 160cm, 50kg. Tall light brown hair. Mustaqera a'3lab elwagt eb my grandmother's house ma3 oboy w mrta w 3mty w my grandmother. Bel Riyadh l2ana mdrsti hnak. I don't have any sisters or brothers but I have two best friends Ghadah and AlJohara.

Ghadah is a saudi girl she's my friend on school. And AlJohara is my cousin from kuwait.

I think that's enough. So Let's begin the story~

Six years ago..

- October 2003, Riyadh.

I still remember that day. Yom 6alag omy w oboy.. I was 10y/o.
My dad was shouting, throwing everything on the floor.
Ma athkr wsh kan eygol bas athkir shakla, shakl omy, shakl beitna.. W ela9wat ely kent asma3ha..
3ala 7aky omy etgol kan daym beinhum mshakil bas halmara hosha kebera.
Bas elsabab ma3rfa.. Ela yomkm hatha mob ra'9ya etgoli iyah.. So ti6alagaw.. W magaloly 6ab3an l2any ma afham a9lan. Galoly ena omy bitsafer ilkuwait w ebterja3.

Bas..

2004.. She didn't.

2005.. She didn't.

2006.. She didn't.

2007.. She didn't.

2008.. She didn't.

Kan 7afl takharujy mn ilmtws6a ba3d two weeks.

Kil elbanat omahathum by7thron el7afl ela ana.

Mrt oboy w my grandmother.

Ma abehum. 9a7 7leilen m3y bas aby omy!

I'm 15y/o w ma athkr shakil omy.

W kil mara as2al oboy ygoly 5altik "mrta" b7sbat omk.

I'm asking about my mother dad!

Where is she?!

Why I have a stepmother?

I want my mother!

Hal 4 s6or '3a9aw eb 7algy.. Aby agolhum bas ma agdar.

Oboy 6ayeb m3ay w mrta ya3ni mu mara;p. W y7bon ba3a'9. 7aram akhareb 3alehum..

I don't know what I was thinking bas I went to my grandmother and I told her..

Me: ymma

Grandma: hala 7bebti?

Me: ymma fe shay abgola lik bas latgolen 7ag a7ad 6ayeb?

Grandma: enshallah. And she smiled.

Me: omy weinha?

She didn't say anything.

Me: ymma abeha te7thar 7afil takharuji tkfen.
Ana ilwa7eda mn 9degati ely omy mob jaya

Grandma: khaltik Sara etro7

Me: ma aby khalti Sara. Aby omy el9dgeyah

Grandma: eskti laysm3onk w yz3lonk mnk

Me: ymma allah y5lek 3a6eni her phone number. Wallah I won't tell anybody ena enty 36eteny iyah.

Grandma: wshulah tabenah?

Me: ba7akeha. Agolha tji eltakharuj

Grandma: ma3ndy

I cried.

Me: wshlon ma3ndk. Mrt wldk

Grandma: Lulwa khala9 geltlik ma3ndy

I cried harder.

Me: adry tkathben 3alay. Wana 3abaly t7beny. Manib ray7a eltakharuj khala9

And I went to my room.

10 minutes later my grandma came to my room.

Grandma: mayhon 3alay smyti matro7 takharujha

And she gave me a piece of paper.

I took it.  "Noura mrt Waleed ####*

Noura mrt waleed! My mother!

I hugged my grandma.

Me: a7bbbk ymma wallah

Grandma: bas ha mo tgolenlhum omy lulwa 3a6atni iyah

Me: La latkhafen manib gayla

She kissed me and she went out.

I took my mobile.

I'm typing her number.. My mother's number finally!! *-*

I pressed the green button.

Beeep
Beeep
Beeep
Beeep

My heart is beating so fast.

....: Alo

Me: ilslam 3lykum

....: w3lykum ilslam mno?

Me: hatha raqam Noura Al***?

Please say yes please!

Mom: Eeh ? Bas ma3rftk thakreny eb esmk?

Me: ana Lulwa ymma.. Your daughter.

Mom: asfa masma3? Mno?

Me: Lulwa Al***. Bntk ymma tthkreni?

Mom: Lulwa bnt waleed?

Me: Eeh. I'm calling form Riyadh

Mom: ahh ahlein

What?

Me: wshlonk ymma. Ishtagtlk

Mom: zaina il7mdelilla.

Her voice seems wired..

Me: ymma t3ali ilriyadh

Mom: enshallah enshallah

Me: ymma latslkenly allah ykhlek

Mom: shno

Me: asfa. Bas yma 9idg abeik tjen 7afl takharuji

Mom: takharuj shno?

:/

Me: ymma ana kam 3umry?

Mom: eeeh takharuj ana kent nawya asweha surprise

Me: ana ay 9af?

Mom: khala9 bttkharajein

Me: btkharaj mn wshu?

Mom: mdrisa

Me: la ya yma mo mdrisa. Lsa twni batkharaj mn ilmtws6a.

Mom: eeh ana ag9ed mtws6a

Me: aha

Sikat shway..

Mom: 7bebti ana shwai w a7achech.

Me: la never mind. A9lan banam khethyy ra7tik

Mom: bye 7bebti.

Sma3atni bas sawat enha ma sma3at.

She hates me.

She doesn't know how old I am.

She doesn't know me.

She forgot me.

I cried.

I locked my door and I slept.

...........................~

@_Dweem xoxo