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A7mad: dina sim3eeni, 3li mu ib mustashfa 3aadiya

Me: sh8azdik

A7mad: 8azdi inna…

 

A7mad: 8azdi inna uhoo ib major depression center

Me: …ya3ni shlon?

A7mad: ya3nii, madrii shlon agulich yaaha ib 6aree8a zaina bass…*saying it fastly to get it over with* he’s under captivity in the hospital because he can harm himself w ta7t il mura8iba 24/7 because he ran out on the street and a car was gonna hit him, 7mdilillah allah 7ifa’6a…Mariam lail7een ma3aay 3al 5aa6?

I didn’t know what to say he left me speechless. What am I supposed to say? How is he? I already no what the answer is? Allah yi9abir galb 5alti, 3asa ma tadri! I never expected this to happen to 3li, he was always so smiley mashallah 3alaii. Bass hatha shnu Allah and if Allah brought him to it hell bring him through it.

Me: shil ma6loob minni? Ay shay yi7taaja gulli

A7mad: awaal shay la titkallimain 3an hal maw’6oo3 7ag a7aad! Thaaniyan I need u to visit him everyday w yeebay 8uraan w ad3iya weyaach. Bass be sneaky la7aad yishufich tyeen. Ana il7een akallim sayig bayt 3laywi w awa9ee and he’ll be your ride.

Me: Inshallah…yalla ma3a ilsalama

I closed the phone erased the number from the call log and put it where I found it. When I turned around to go back to Dina’s side guess whom I saw behind me?

My mom. I could tell she heard the whole conversation about 3li in the hospital from her face expression! How did she sneak up on me like that?

Me: I can explain…

She was mesmerized and didn’t move a muscle. I rolled myself to her but before I could hug her she, she fainted.

Me: YUMMMAAAAA!!! *tears started pouring out*

I didn’t care if I got injured I dropped the crutches and a jolt of pain ran through me…