Contrasting Realities 9

M7 by Yves Saint Laurent.

I could recognize it anywhere. Even when I was unconscious.

I opened my eyes and the very first thing I saw was M7ammad’s face as pale as Casper’s. Apprehension filled his piercing blue eyes. The brown M7 bottle was in one of his hands, and the other was supporting my head that was lying on his thigh. His lips were moving, but I couldn’t hear anything for a few moments.

My hearing slowly came back to me.

“Haya…Haya reddy 3ly”

“M7ammad…”

“Haya…can you hear me?”

I tried to move my head to get up, but his grip tightened. He put the M7 bottle on the floor and put his hand on my cheek.

“Haya…Haya can you hear me?”

“Ee ee kany mako shay” my baby voice said.

I looked around to see lots of people gathered around me. Cold british bitch was also there, her face nearly as pale as M7ammad’s.

The moment I saw her face, I instantly knew what had happened. I had fainted out of anger again. I was generally a calm person, but once I lost my cool, there was no going back. I had visited several doctors about this, who all came to the conclusion that I simply had exaggerated response to anger. Apparently, it was quite a common problem, so all they did was advice me to try and control my anger, as well as not bottle up my feelings. No matter how much I tried, though, I could never do that last one.

I tried to get up. M7ammad gave me his one hand, and supported my back with the other.

A man in the crowd spoke.

“Miss, are you okay?”

You mean apart from the throbbing headache that will split my head up into pieces? I thought.

“Yeah yeah I’m gonna be fine, don’t worry”

“Would you like us to call a doctor or an ambulance to take you to the hospital?” said cold british bitch. Her concerned tone of voice forced me to drop the bitch part from her nickname.

“No, no. I’m gonna be fine. This has happened to me before. I know how to deal with it. I just need to relax for a while”

“Are you sure?” said someone else from the crowd.

“Yeah yeah. Don’t worry.”

The people started clearing the scene slowly. The cold british receptionist kneeled down to M7ammad and whispered in his ears, handing him a key in the process. When they cleared the place, I got up to my feet with M7ammad’s help. Once I was on my feet, I tried walking, but my legs couldn’t contain me. I was too weak.

“Zain ge3day erta7y shway”

“Laa laa I’m fine…I just need to –“

My muscles were becoming weaker and weaker and they wouldn’t support my weight anymore. I was losing my balance. In a split second, M7ammad put one of his arms underneath my knees and the other underneath my back and literally swept me off my feet.

“May9eer chithee! You’re stressing yourself out too much. I’m taking you upstairs so you can get some sleep”

“M7ammad I can walk ma feeny shay”

“Haya, no arguments please” His voice was shaking ever-so-slightly.

He carried me all the way to the elevator and into the suite, with the concierge following him with our luggage.

Awkward? Yes.

Comfortable? You have no idea.

I had never noticed before that M7ammad’s tall figure was well-built. The ease with which he carried me was impressive. With my arms around his neck, and me in his arms entering through the suite’s door, any girl in my position melt to the ground instantly. I had to remind myself how much I disliked this guy, but as much as I tried, why I hated him just wouldn’t come back to me.

His M7 filled my every last one of my five senses.

My feelings were quickly getting the best of me, and I was too weak to fight them.

He entered the double bedroom, and laid me on the bed, gently taking off my shoes and covering me with the blanket. I was still weak, but there were too many things to take care of and my mind was on overdrive mode. I had to keep moving.

“Abeech tnameen shway oo terta7ain”

“M7ammad I’m fine ma feeny shay wallah”. My voice was weak from between the throbs in my head. It felt like a construction yard up there.

“Haya please…ana wala mara 6labt mnch shay, so please la tredeeny eb awwal 6alab a6leba mnch”

“Bs ana –“

“Please Haya”.This time, the tremor in his voice was more pronounced.

I sighed. I was too tired to argue.

“Enzain”

As my anger subsided, all that was left was the muscle weakness, the headache and an overwhelming feeling of dizziness - the latter increasing by the second. My eyes were trying to follow M7ammad as he wandered around the room, saying something that I couldn’t quite grasp.

After a few minutes, he came back to the bed with a bottle of water in his hands. He placed it by my side.

“Merta7a?”

“Ee”

“Tabeen shay thany?”

“Mmmm”

I heard his words, but I had no energy to move my tongue and reply to them. Then his image left my eyes as I closed them. He said something else, but all I heard were incomprehendable mumbles. I fell asleep.


But I could swear I felt a kiss on my head before I did.


I guess I started dreaming earlier than I thought…