post 9!

 

me: diktor..
ildiktor: mafeeni shayy 3adii shay ba9ee6.
me: il7mdilillah *i hesitated* inzain wain bewadoona?
ildiktor: electric chair room
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3li’s side:

I opened my eyes and my vision was a blur. The world was spinning. I blinked a few times for my vision to settle. I felt as if I have run around the world non-stop, pain taking over my body. I felt paralyzed. What happened? The room I was in was so white that it hurt my eyes. I was wearing a hospital gown. I suddenly felt that my life has passed right in front of my eyes without me knowing. The room was simple; bed, dresser, window and a TV. Waini? Sh9aayir? I ran to the door and started hitting the door with my palms

And screamed: HAAAAYYY! 6AL3OONI MIN IHNII! ‘3AL6ANEEN MUKANI MU IHNIII!

I peaked through the little window on the door w shift wa7da mit7ajba; she looked like a nurse. I hit the door once more and got her attention. She turned to and looked right into my eyes. Her eyes widened and she started screaming out words I couldn’t quite hear as she ran.

Mariam’s side:

Finally I’m fully recovered from the accident and back at home safe and sound. But the thought fills me with guilt. I’m back home safe but Sara and Ali are still deeply affected by the accident, Ali in much more ways. But, I can’t reverse fate, I can do something to help create a better future. I’m at a point where I’m hanging off a wall, if I let go I fall and plummet to the ground. If I put all my strength to push myself up to see the other side, the side that I still have no clue about it’s when I will achieve.

A call interrupted by train of thoughts. It was the house phone.

: Alooo?

I said while balancing the phone between my shoulder and check to tie my brown, curly hair into a messy bun.

: Maryoom, ana 7anan. Lazem inru7 3ind 3li il7een il7een, ildiktor daaag 3alaai yabeena inkun mawjodeen ihnaak asraa3 ma yumkin.

(7nan was one of the passengers with us in the accident; she luckily had her seat belt on so no major injuries happened to her il7mdilillah. She’s also 3li’s older sister. Has his light brown eyes, 7n6awiya nafs 3li, and both have black hair. But, she’s short for a 26 year old, which makes her adorable. He, on the other hand, is tall 6ali3 3ala uboo.)

: okay ashufich ihnaak 3ayaal.

7nan: okay bye 7abeebti deeray balich bil 6reej.

: inshallah lat7ateen ya bint il5ala.

I closed the phone and ran up to my room. Snatched any comfortable sweats that were in my sight and a long sleeved (its fall and the cold is starting to settle in Kuwait) purple shirt that says “Don’t worry” written in an Aztec pattern. The irony I see in this shirt since the color that represents worry for me is purple. Anyway, I put them on quickly and closed my room’s door behind me hearing the dream catcher chimes work their sound. As I sprinted down the stairs I called out one of the worker’s names: Arsal!

Arsal: Yes Maryam!

: can you please tell the driver to get ready? Thankyou!

She saw the worry in my eyes so she ran outside to the driver. I walked past the kitchen to see my dad having his afternoon fruits. I ran to him kissed his head goodbye.

: yuba, baru7 mukaan wiya 7anoon w arid love you.

Ubooy: wain ray7a? *with that smile he always wears around <3

: I’ll explain later cuz im in a hurry its urgent.

He looked at me and I knew from the way he looked at me that he trusted me and believed my words.

Ubooy: deeray balich 3ala nafsich w allah w mu7ammad wiyaach. Don’t forget your seatbelt.

-à I entered the hospital and knew by instinct inni aru7 ‘3urfat diktor 3li. I knocked on the door and heard a: come in.

I opened the door to see 7nan and the doctor in a deep serious discussion.

Diktor: oh Maryam! 7ayach tifa’6ilay

He looked like he was in a good mood.

I took a seat.

: bashir ya diktoor inshallah good news?

I felt that it was from the vibe in the room

Diktor: il7mdilillah ya Marya-

Athaan il ma’3rib and I heard the beautiful words of the athaan from the masyad near the hospital.

Diktor: waagt munasib 7ag ilathaan li2ana ma3a hal athaan iljameel bshaara 7ilwa.