Tuesday, February 3

Contrasting Realities 15

I woke up the next day feeling refreshed and overwhelmingly happy. I sprang out of bed quickly and walked towards the window. The weather was as beautiful as it was on the day we got here. I took all the air in and skipped towards M7ammad’s room.

I knocked on the door.

“9ba7 el5air M7ammad” I said, and I could feel positivity radiating from my voice.

Suddenly, the door opened and M7ammad appeared. With his messy hair, he was standing infront of me and rubbing his eyes just like a little baby.

He looked so adorable that I just wanted to pinch his cheeks. But that wasn’t why I was blushing – or stuttering for that matter.

He was wearing no shirt on top of his dark tracksuit pants. Standing there infront of me were six packs so well-toned, they put body builders to shame. Every line between his muscles made a perfect indentation in his slightly tanned body that lightly reeked of M7, allowing the surrounding muscles to bulge through. With his hands still rubbing his eyes, I could identify the margins of each muscle in his arm as well. The sight infront of me was enough to sweep any woman (and possibly any man) off her feet.

“9ba7 elnoor Haya…shlonich elyoum?” he spoke while still rubbing his eyes.

“umm…el7amdella…umm…much better….yala bser3a get dressed 3shan la net2a5ar”

“Yamdy I take a shower wla la2?” he moved his hand away from his face and looked into my eyes.

I heard what he said, but my brain was blocked so badly that, not only did I not reply, but I continued gazing into his eyes.

"8a9dy ya3ny cham elsa3a al7en?" he spoke after a few moments of silence.


"Aby a5eth shower...madree yamdy?" he repeated, not taking his eyes off of mine.

“ee ee embala yamdy 7ata ana al7en I’m gonna go shower”

I walked towards my room trying to shake his sanity-compromising image out of my head. I wasn’t planning on taking a shower, but I knew I needed some hot water to put my brain back to where it belonged, and maybe help me evaporate and wash away all those mental pictures going through my head.

A few moments after I got into the shower, I heard a knock on my room’s door.

“Haya?” said his very faint and muffled voice.

I stepped out of the shower and opened the bathroom’s door, peeking my head into the cold room.

“Hala?” I said from behind my room’s closed door.

“Aby a6lb mnch 6alab bs kind of mn7erej” he said

“Shda3wa M7ammad…t7acha”

“My fist mn ams…mo gader a7arka. Fa mo gader I iron my shirt. Oo I called the laundry people, oo galaw they can only return it in minimum 2 hours. Fa may5alef you iron it for me?”

I contemplated the thought for a few moments, then concluded that he sounded sincere enough for me to believe him.

“Ee ma 3endy mane3, bs mako iron bl room eli ana feeha”

“Ako eb mine. I tried using it gabl ma ayeech, bs I burnt a shirt in the process”

“5alas, ana a5ale9 oo ayeek”

“I’m so sorry about this Haya…wallah madree shagoolich”

“Shda3wa M7ammad mako shay. Its fine don’t worry”

After thanking me, he left to his room. I finished my shower and put on my clothes. I wore flat ballerinas today, since my feet were killing me after last night’s walking. I reached for my phone.

2 New Messages

From: Layla
I’m boarding in a little while. Will be there at around 3 or 4pm. See you there =)

From: Dad
Tried calling your phone, bs el56oo6 mo shay. Give us a call! Welahna 3laich!

Nothing from 3abboud…

As I called my dad up, I felt my heart sinking again at the thought that 3abboud didn’t even bother calling me up. It was very unlike him to act this way. It was the first time we’d ever gotten cross at each other, but I never imagined that he could act so immaturely. It was a new side of him that I’d never seen before.

My spirits were immediately lifted when I heard my dad’s voice, though. He seemed to have missed me so much. He even woke mom up from her sleep just to talk to me. I was surprised by their attitude; it wasn’t the first time that I was away for business. It was only after I hung up that I realized that it was the first time I was away since 3abboud. I think it hit them that their little baby girl is finally getting a life of her own and will soon be out of theirs.

The realization broke my heart too. Thinking of how much I’d miss my parents if I’d ever get married, I walked out of my room and headed towards M7ammad’s. I knocked on the door and waited for him. After I heard some shuffles and squeaks and things falling on things, he opened the door.

And I wish he hadn’t…

If I was stuttering a few minutes ago, I was completely speechless now. He was standing there, with his wet hair glistening against the light in the corridor. He was standing there with the water beads lightly trickling down his skin. He was standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist.

I, on the other hand, was standing there trying my best to control my senses. Breathing was never a more difficult task than in those few moments.

“Come in please. Thanks so much for this Haya” he said, closing the door behind me.

I was quiet. I was silent. I was tongue-tied.

And I was looking at the ground and making sure I never looked up.

“This is it” he said, handing me an apple green shirt.

He sat on the sofa at the opposite end of the room, while I was ironing the shirt. I placed the ironing table in such a way that my back was towards him the whole time, because I didn’t know what I would do if I lay my eyes on him once again.

“Balbesa m3 this suit oo this tie” he said pointing towards the olive green suit hung on the side of the cupboard door and the lime green tie hung on its side.

I continued ironing in silence.

“Haya, are you okay? Shfeech sakta?”

I wanted to tell him that I had absolutely nothing to say, but even that much wouldn’t come out.

I tried to think of anything. Anything.

“Layla is arriving this afternoon” I said after a long pause of silence.

“Elbajeen hamm ma 7a9elaw 7ajz?”


“Tra we have to do something about Rana when we get back. What she did is unacceptable”

I nodded.

He was quiet for a few moments, then spoke again. This time, his voice lighter and more...playful.

“Awwal marra ashoofich labsa flats elyom oo mo heels”

I still couldn’t speak, but I realized that I was clenching the iron harder.

“You’re probably not going to believe me when I say this, but you look much better chithee. So petite. So…” he paused for a second,"…cute.”

Breathing was becoming more difficult again. I was trying to interpret his voice.

Was he flirting with me?

No No NO!

That’s not possible. I’m not his type. He knows I hate him. He couldn’t possibly be flirting with me. His facial expression would explain to me what his intentions were, but I didn’t have enough courage to look at his face. I wasn’t sure if my knees would support me if I did.

When I was done ironing the shirt, I turned towards him. He was now lying on the sofa with his head tilted towards the ceiling. He was staring at it for a long time until he realized that I was done ironing. I still couldn’t speak.

“That was fast”, he said

He got up and walked towards me, and then stood infront of me, face to face. Our bodies were only a few inches apart. I knew he was burying holes in my forehead, so I kept looking at the shirt and pretended to fidget with it to avoid his gaze. Standing so close to me, his now not-so-faint M7 managed to churn my stomach, just like it always did. I wasn’t even sure if he was wearing any cologne, or if my brain had made the association on its own.

I knew that if I had looked into his eyes, it would have been very difficult to keep my hands off him, despite that fact that the person infront of me was M7ammad; the same person whom only hours earlier I couldn’t stand.

I finally managed to speak, after more than a whole minute of silence. I know this because I had been looking at my watch in attempts to avoid his piercing blue eyes.

“I..It…Its not as…as good as I would want it to be…bs…umm…the iron...is…erm…its not very good. Erm…that’s the best I could do”. Who knew forming sentences could be so hard?

He held the shirt with one hand, but still not quite pulling it out of mine. His voice went down to a mere whisper. It was as sexy as any male voice could get.

“It’s perfect" his whisper made every hair on my body stand up. "It doesn’t get anymore perfect than this…" he paused, "...Haya”

His voice transformed me to another planet, where Brad Pitt and George Clooney were average men. I was so fluttered, I couldn’t even react. A couple more minutes passed by with us standing there, only inches apart, as I stared at my watch. I could feel his hand moving somewhere around my head, but I didn’t know what he was doing or what he was trying to reach out for. For a moment, it stopped next to my face, and it felt like he was going to reach for it.


Anonymous said...

first pampers
love you story

Anonymous said...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKHHH!!!! anaa aby m7amaad ;p! please post ASAP ;p

Cuteness said...

alaaaaaaaah cute !!!! A7ibhom :))

oo pampers ba3dain weyach kela 9abgatni ;p

libero anima said...

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawh ..
*twinlky eyes *

In My Closet said...

waaaaw i love ur story 7addi addicted !!!! cnt wait 4 the next part :)

Jacqui said...

Damn you that was something else seriously something wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!

I want M7ammad now screw all the other heros in the other stories, nothing tops a hot sexy guy in a towel with wet hair and a wet body :P

love ;** said...

DANDOOOOOOOOOOOOOON you cant do this to us ;p

7beebty loved this part, 7sait I was in the room with them...amazing ;**

moi said...

for some reason my cheeks are flaming :$

Silhouette Crime said...

ooooooooo wl m7 ya 3ainy

Diet Coke said...

pampers theba7tena!!! ;p
Ana agoul t-hd 3aboud o it7b m7amad a7san;p

MashMosh said...

wooooh is he gonna french kiss her???
excuuse me y3ni !!!!

Lost b2amreeka. said...

ufff he sounds YUMMY!!!!!!

Cuteness said...

hehe 9edagtai diet coke 7adha m2athyatna pampers ....mal 6ag ;))))

Anonymous said...

umbaaaaaaaay wala in a way iloogoon 7ag ba3ath ;p

Anonymous said...

mskeeen 3abooudy:(

Karamilah said...

u have to make her love him and vice versa
if not then give him to me, since brad pitt and george clooney wala shay 7thah. shrayech..

cant wait for the coming part

jooj said...

aaaah dandooon 7aram 3alech leaving us hanging!!!

Gutter Flower said...

shit.. all of a sudden il jaw 9ar 7aar fi my room oo a7is i cant breathe.. hahahhhahaah.. mo 9ij hal m7ammad! at5ayela mn ashkal henry cavill 3ala madri mn.. ufffffffffff MO 9IJ!! inshalla they fall for each other =(.. a7is il next post bikoon fi fly oo uhwa e7awel ekesh-ha aw shay.. haha =S ayast.. sawaiteely ta3theeb nafsy dandooooon! LOOOOVE IT! plz next part soon bamoot =(

Anonymous said...

WOOWWW !!!!! SHOTGUN m7amaad? aahh plzzz next post so quick :D

ĐǻñĎõøðñ said...

awww ;**
im glad you're enjoying it babe ;**


ee 7ata ana aby m7ammad! we all want m7ammad! lets go look for him? ;)


ee 7addhom ewansoon bs madree shfeeha haya 9ayra thoola ;Pp


libero anima,
dandooon eb kuburha 9ayra twinkling al7en lol ;)


in my closet,
awww ;**
im glad you likey babe ;**


lets not forget the blue eyes, shall we? ;)

bs im glad you likey! ;)

oo i want m7ammad too! NOW ba3ad ;)


were you drooling over m7ammad the same way i was drooling over him? ;)


7ata ana lol ;)
i get mental images...oo elresolution malhom high ba3ad! ;)


sihouette crime,
wallah el3atheem it drives me crazy! i would hookup with the next guy wearing M7 if i was blind-folded!
when i first started this story, i was torn between calling it contrasting realities or M7 ;)


diet coke,
wa3alaya 3abboud elmskeen! =(
bs ee..m7ammad a7san lol ;)


we never know lol ;)
stay tuned i guess! ;)


lost b2amreeka,
he IS yummy!
aby wa7ed NOW! ;)


3ad 7aram pampers awal mara te6la3 first 3la my blog =(


no no!!
ana oo ohwa nloog 7ag ba3ath!
haya wai3 =(


7adda mskeen =(
kilish mala soug eb hal blog ;)


oo ana?
maly na9eeb?!
zain entay e5thay 7ammoud oo ana a5eth clooney, fair enough? ;)


im sorry =\
bs like they say, all is fair in love and war ;)


gutter flower,
looool ;)
i was writing this post labsa half-sleeves oo shorts ;)ana asfa 3la elta3theeb elnafsy wallah, bs its all a result of elna8s eli feeny lol ;)


m7ammad beyanen all the girls in this blog!
the writer included =(

allah e3eena!

Anonymous said...

loooool shno hatha!! this part was about Mohammed and how sexy he is!! unfaaaaaaair lol!!

bs wallah 6al3 mo hayn hal Mohammed lolz ely 5ala Haya speechless 6ol elwa8t mn jamala hehehe!


PS: sry Dandoon etha kan feh katha comment meny bs madri shfeh el firefox can't post any comment eb ur blog ; ;

Aurous said...

Does M7amad exist in real life?!!!
please daleeny where can I find him? :p

Gutter Flower said...

3adi afham walla... i feel the same way too!

Gutter Flower said...

plz let him reach out and touch her face plz plz plz plz plz aahahhaahahaaha.. shit 7alty 9a3ba.. sorry =p

Ghareeb said...

Lovely. Nice to start a day with a a lovely post like that.
Impressive sis. Keep up the good worl plz

ĐǻñĎõøðñ said...


'3al6aaaaaan! ;)

this part is about haya finally realizing ena there COULD be some feelings around the room, from her side and from m7ammad, l2ana gabl elhabla ma kanat mestaw3eba shay ;)

not to mention that last closing part, 5nashoof shy9eer 3ayal ;)

oo el blog bloggek dear ;) your welcome to leave as much comments as you want! =D bs tra ma we9alny '3air bas wa7ed ;)


yes he does ;)
i believe he lives in beverly hill, next to brad pitt oo tom cruise ;)


gutter flower,
mo a93ab mn 7alty 9adgeeny!
i come up with this garbage lol ;)
a7es ill end up with ekte2ab nafsy if i dont start getting any of this soom =(


awwww =)
thanks alot! im glad you liked it! =D

Pearla said...

next post ?? plz plz plz ?
im dying here !!!
love ur writing m7mad is jst breath taking !! urgh ... lol
y36eeek el3afya

Hessa said...

hee is going to kiss herr :O lol ! I love them :* !

Anonymous said...

teslimen Dandooon =D

And oh yeah! allah yster mn eli by9er bl upcoming post!


shoosh said...

ishsalfat hal abdulla!! seriously let her dump him or smthn.. ba6 chbdy

On-The-Rocks said...

no no no, don't stop!!! not now, not after this,,,

amazing episode :P

Limited said...

m7mmed in a towel .. wow ..

a7ibhm together though!!

Starlight<3 said...


I lovee this, m7ammad is love.

I have a whole picture of him imagined up in my head, and I love it :P

I'm going to go on a search for a m7ammad of my own =D

Post soon,


Pearla said...

im dyinggg !!! where'r the next pooooost :O .. LOOL

ĐǻñĎõøðñ said...

la2 la2 tekfain dont die!
esmella 3laich ;**
next post soon inshallah...maybe...just MAYBE tomorrow ;)


maybe...we never know ;)


we'll see what happens i guess! ;)
stay tuned!


benshoof salfat hal 3abdallah 8areeban ;)
kil shay bwagta 7elo ;)


hehe ;)
im glad you likey ;)


m7ammad in a towel...

ana a7eba broo7a without her! =@


can i come search with you?
aww etha 6a7ty 3laih, let me know please?!



wallah wallah soon...im just perfecting it...per se ;)

Gutter Flower said...

hahahaha waaay 7abeebti smilla 3alaich mn il ekti2ab il nafsy! bs 9adgeeny afham.. 9adgeeeeeeeeeny.. its like u write to escape reality oo 3ashan mat9eedich ka2aba mn il ashya ili t9eer 7awalainich.. and we read for the same reason.. il mshkila ina a5rat-ha bi9eedna il ekti2ab lana hay kila 9a3eb yt7a9al.. fa shino il 7aal brayech? mafi 7aal!!! aaahah =(

Pearla said...

..... waiting !! LOL

ĐǻñĎõøðñ said...

gutter flower,
ee wallah 9aja...shakla by7ooshna either way =\

wallah e7na msakeen =(


i hope you enjoy it! ;)