Post 2

ummi: yumma laa2 allah la yigool inshallah smillah 3alaikum bass Sara...
her face darkened...
my hands started shaking I felt weary (ya3nii tired; mistansa 3la my vocab :D) and my chest tightened
Me: sh-sh-shfeeha?!
ummi maddat eedha w miskat eedi chan she tightens her hold on me
ummi: Sara *a tear slides down her pale cheek* id5alat ib comma mama.
my mom bites her lip and shuts her eyelids tightly. wayhi ma 9aar fi ta3aabeer killish knt sar7ana.
Sara was so innocent in her own way that saying inna shes in a comma isnt believable.
Me: Mama abii ashufha
ummi: laa2 yumma intay ta3bana gi3day irta7ay mabeech itta3been nafseetich ba3aad
Me: mama ma raa7 irtaa7 itha ma shiftha!!
I call for the nurse lamman a7ad yalli
Me: please get me a wheel chair
Nurse: o8ay maam
ummi: no stay here! *turns her face to me* ma raa7 tit7arikayn min mukanich!
Me: mama itha it7ibeeni 3ayaal 5aleeni this time! *looks at the nurse* go on i need it please
the nurse 6ala3atna ib a confused way she nodded and went
ummi ma radaat 3alayy diraat inna i meant what i said
yabow the wheel chair w the hindiya w ummi helped me on it.
il hindiya waddatni 3ind daar Sara w bil 6ireej lifat wayhi chan ashuf ilhindiya it7ik sha3arha.
Me: *whispers to self* 3asa mafeeha gamil!
7a6ayt thob il mustashfa foog rasii 5ayfa inna it3adeeni ba3aad mu nag9a!
wi9alna 3ind Sara's room w I saw a tiny figure laying still on her bed. ilshay ilwa7eed ille im2amminni inna shes alive is her breathing. She might be 20 but she's so short ille chinha kubri (13).
i wheeled myself and positioned my wheelchair right next to her bed. tears pushed their way down my eyes lamman misakt eedha. fita7t il drawer maal il 6awla ille yamha w 6alla3t il 8ur2aan ille da5la w kitaab maal ad3iya.
garayt ilfat7a, i5laa9, wil mu3awithatayn ba3dain 50 aya min surat al ba8ara followed by chaam du3aa2 chan athawba laha. during me reading them 5alaayt 9oti 3alii cuz i felt like she can still hear me.
sima3t a7aad yiftaa7 ilbaab wla 3li yid5aal ib crutches lamman shafnii his face lit up
3li: Maryam!! il7mdilillaah allaah 7ifathich- then he looked down in shame
Me: haw shfeek 3li sikaat?
3li hesitated then started talking
3li: laaw mu ana chaan kil hatha ma9aar! chan i5ti mu ib comma. mafrooth ana ille bil comma mu sara!
Me: 3li tara allah kaatib hal shay mu int! latloom nafsiik 3ala ille 9aar matadrii yimkin ba3d kil hatha shay zain yi6laa3 minna
3li raa7 gi3aad 3ala a chair next to sara's bed chan yamsik eed sara.
3li: sara sam7eeni yaraayt law feeni wla feech...
Me: 3li, wainn 7noon, mona w yasmeen?
3li: *still looking at sara* theyre at home resting bass kaan fi minor scars ya3ni il7mdilillah.
his voice was distant so i didn't bother having further conversations
i looked at the clock w chaan ala7ith inna athaan 9alaat il ma'3rib. ma kaan li 5ilg an6ir il nurse fa i wheeled myself back to my room.
Me: mama ba9alii bass 3adi itsa3deeni bil withoo2?
3araft shlon atwatha ib hal 7aal lanna istaath ildeen 3allamna. lamman 5alaa9t ummi labisatni thob il9alaat ga3idatni ib kirsi w 6awla jidami foga syada 3ashaan asjid 3alay.
bass lamman 5alla9t 9alati sijadt 3ashan ad3ii wla asmaa3 screams...
"DIKTOR!! 7ALA 6ARI2A! '3IRFAT 123"
my mom and I looked at each other and i knew we had the same thought in mind.
it was Sara's room...