Hello Readers,
Your feedback is highly appreciated.
With love,
Basmah
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It was my mother, Reema, & I from our side. And his mother and sister who is my age are coming.
So right past 3isha prayer his mother called indicating that they have arrived.
Reema: enti enshallah bts8blenhom m3na? E6l3i fo8 o ana anadeek
Me: 6b3an mara7 a6la3 fo8 o ad5il o y9eer "All eyes on me"
Mama: Reema la t7awleen e5tik ras'ha yabis !
And my mother opened the door..
Mama: hala o sahla nawrtoona
Musaad's Mother: Ya hala feek wallah
Mama: Hathi Reema bnti, o hathi Basmah
كنت اتمنى الأرض تنشق و تبلعني..
His mother looked at me from head to toe. No joke. Not in a dirty way, but because she never ever saw me or my pictures before.
خطبوك عشان سمعتك كويسة على قولت أمي.
و عشاني أمك.
We all walked into the big majlis, Musaad's mother and sister sat next to each other, and facing them was Mama, Reema, then me.
They started asking questions about how many siblings do I have, about each of my parents side of the family. My mother also, asked similar questions in return.
Musaad's Mother: Basmah mt7jba?
That was the first question that was directed to me.
Me: La
Reema: Al7jab mu kl shy, Basmah mashallah 3leha mu mn alnas eli mara mnft7a bl lbs bl safar
Musaad's Mother: 97 klamik
Mama: ala5la8 laha door kbeer kman
Musaad's Mother: o hathi el sbab eli 5lana n56 Basmah
Musaad's Mother: Musaad t5rj mn snteen o al7en ysht'3il, o weda ena ytzwj 3ala b3d el 9aif. A7na inshallah bnen8l beat o al3yal kl wa7id bnena lh beat jmba fa omrh klaha jahza..
WOMEN SAY WHAT?
WHO SAID I AGREED.
I looked at my mom, as she tried to say something before I ruin the whole situation.
أنا مو عديمة أخلاق، بس حبي لك عماني..
صرت ما أشوف الا انت قدامي..
Mama: Allah yktb ely feeh al5air
Musaad's Mother: Ameen, yallah 7na ns24en o inshallah ykon been et9al
Mama: 7yakom allah eb ay w8t
Me & Reema: shrftoona
Them: m3 alslama
Us: m3 el slama
And they left.
And my mom and Reema couldn't stop bragging about him.
Okay, I will admit it. He is a complete package a good family, financially stable, has a house, but I am not sure about the looks yet.
I need to find pictures of him.
After playing a role of a CIA with the help of Lama (My best friend since KG) we finally found him.
Lama: He is not into social media. And his looks are standard.
Me: Meh, he is not cute. But acceptable.
شيء فيني ناغز قلبي..
مو مريحني..
Lama: anyways so what is the next step?
Me: there is no next step
Lama: mara7 tshofena ?
Me: Nope. The deal was to meet his mother only.
Lama: knowing 5alty and Reema they will make you see him.
Me: not in a million years.
And guess what? His mother called next day to schedule a visit for him to see me.
To my surprise my mother agreed.
I called Lama instantly..
Me: t5yly esh 9ar!
Lama: m7d mst7mlk '3airy..
Me: Lama mu w8tik !!
Lama: wsh 9ar?
Me: byji hatha ely 56bni yshofny
Lama: I told you..
Me: ma abi..
Lama: mmkn afhm leh? Everything about him seems good
Me: I am not ready to get married
Lama: who said you are getting married tomorrow !
Me: He wants to get married directly after summer. Lama I am not ready to have a husband and a house ! It does not mean I am not capable, it just I still have a life to live.
Lama: is it because of "him"?
Me: no
Lama: Basmah !
Me: I partially moved on.
Lama: partially?
Me: its not as easy you know.
Lama: I know. But why not try something new? Just give it a try
Me: mdri
Lama: to new beginnings
Me: allah yster
Lama: ya kalba ! 8oli enshallah bdayat 5air
Me: Enshallah
Maybe I am being too dramatic.. I admit !
من كثرت ما حبيتك ما قمت أشوف غيرك..
حبي لك غيّر أطباعي..
سرقت مني قلبي و تفكري و حتى أنفاسي..
1 week later is when Musaad came.
I wore the same dress I wore when his mother came; since it did compliment my body. However, I topped it with a shawl even though Lama disagreed, but I felt more comfortable covering my shoulders.
Both my mother & Reema agreed to have my brother welcome Musaad instead of my father since my father met him 3 days ago and had a semi interview with him and he approved of him. However, my mom really really likes him.
Musaad came in and started chatting with Mishaal (My brother), then my brother came to call me.
Me: mama yaweel Mishaal law 6la3 o 5lana l7alna
Mama: mara7 y5lekom
To be honest in that moment I was scarred. And my heart was pounding a million times. My mother on the other hand was flying from happiness.
So I decided to give it a try for the sake of my mothers happiness.
I entered the Majlis..
Now I was terrified.
Me: Alslam 3laikom
Musaad: w3laikom alslam
And I went and sat down on the far corner.
Mishaal: leh jalsa b3eed t3ali 8rbi
I seriously wanted to kill my brother.
I went and sat next to Mishaal. Then his phone range.
The caller ID was my mother.
Mishaal: Ast24en lazm a54 el mklama hathi '6rorya
Musaad: 5i4 ra7tik
Wow. My mother is your important call? She was sitting right outside the Majlis. This was one of her ideas so she can leave me & Musaad alone. I don't think my mom is that sneaky I bet its Reema's idea.
Musaad: kef al7al Basmah?
Me: Kwaisa ent kaifk?
(With a smile)
Musaad: Tmam allah yslmk, wsh tdrseen?
Me: Interior Design
Musaad: Mashallah 7lo, allah ywf8ik
Me: shokran, ent esh drst?
Musaad: major in Finance, and a minor in Management
Me: oh mashallah, o wain tsht'3il?
Musaad: eb sharkat AlX, bdet m3hom partial time when I was studying o lama t5rjt 9rt full time
Me: ma kan 93b 3lek tl78 been jam3a o wa'6efa
Musaad: awal km esbo3 b3den 9ar 3ady
Me: Mashallh
Akward Smile..
this is so akward..
Mishaal where are yoooou?
He was 2 meters away and staring at my face.
I feel so uncomfortable.
2 mins later mishal came in and started talked..
Now how can I leave? Should I interrupt them and get myself excused ? I probably should.
1 min
2 mins
3 mins
4 mins
5 mins
And I couldn't interrupt Mishal, then I finally spoke:
Me: ana ast24en, fur9a sa3eed
Musaad: o ana as3ad *smile*
Your feedback is highly appreciated.
With love,
Basmah
___________________________________________
It was my mother, Reema, & I from our side. And his mother and sister who is my age are coming.
So right past 3isha prayer his mother called indicating that they have arrived.
Reema: enti enshallah bts8blenhom m3na? E6l3i fo8 o ana anadeek
Me: 6b3an mara7 a6la3 fo8 o ad5il o y9eer "All eyes on me"
Mama: Reema la t7awleen e5tik ras'ha yabis !
And my mother opened the door..
Mama: hala o sahla nawrtoona
Musaad's Mother: Ya hala feek wallah
Mama: Hathi Reema bnti, o hathi Basmah
كنت اتمنى الأرض تنشق و تبلعني..
His mother looked at me from head to toe. No joke. Not in a dirty way, but because she never ever saw me or my pictures before.
خطبوك عشان سمعتك كويسة على قولت أمي.
و عشاني أمك.
We all walked into the big majlis, Musaad's mother and sister sat next to each other, and facing them was Mama, Reema, then me.
They started asking questions about how many siblings do I have, about each of my parents side of the family. My mother also, asked similar questions in return.
Musaad's Mother: Basmah mt7jba?
That was the first question that was directed to me.
Me: La
Reema: Al7jab mu kl shy, Basmah mashallah 3leha mu mn alnas eli mara mnft7a bl lbs bl safar
Musaad's Mother: 97 klamik
Mama: ala5la8 laha door kbeer kman
Musaad's Mother: o hathi el sbab eli 5lana n56 Basmah
Musaad's Mother: Musaad t5rj mn snteen o al7en ysht'3il, o weda ena ytzwj 3ala b3d el 9aif. A7na inshallah bnen8l beat o al3yal kl wa7id bnena lh beat jmba fa omrh klaha jahza..
WOMEN SAY WHAT?
WHO SAID I AGREED.
I looked at my mom, as she tried to say something before I ruin the whole situation.
أنا مو عديمة أخلاق، بس حبي لك عماني..
صرت ما أشوف الا انت قدامي..
Mama: Allah yktb ely feeh al5air
Musaad's Mother: Ameen, yallah 7na ns24en o inshallah ykon been et9al
Mama: 7yakom allah eb ay w8t
Me & Reema: shrftoona
Them: m3 alslama
Us: m3 el slama
And they left.
And my mom and Reema couldn't stop bragging about him.
Okay, I will admit it. He is a complete package a good family, financially stable, has a house, but I am not sure about the looks yet.
I need to find pictures of him.
After playing a role of a CIA with the help of Lama (My best friend since KG) we finally found him.
Lama: He is not into social media. And his looks are standard.
Me: Meh, he is not cute. But acceptable.
شيء فيني ناغز قلبي..
مو مريحني..
Lama: anyways so what is the next step?
Me: there is no next step
Lama: mara7 tshofena ?
Me: Nope. The deal was to meet his mother only.
Lama: knowing 5alty and Reema they will make you see him.
Me: not in a million years.
And guess what? His mother called next day to schedule a visit for him to see me.
To my surprise my mother agreed.
I called Lama instantly..
Me: t5yly esh 9ar!
Lama: m7d mst7mlk '3airy..
Me: Lama mu w8tik !!
Lama: wsh 9ar?
Me: byji hatha ely 56bni yshofny
Lama: I told you..
Me: ma abi..
Lama: mmkn afhm leh? Everything about him seems good
Me: I am not ready to get married
Lama: who said you are getting married tomorrow !
Me: He wants to get married directly after summer. Lama I am not ready to have a husband and a house ! It does not mean I am not capable, it just I still have a life to live.
Lama: is it because of "him"?
Me: no
Lama: Basmah !
Me: I partially moved on.
Lama: partially?
Me: its not as easy you know.
Lama: I know. But why not try something new? Just give it a try
Me: mdri
Lama: to new beginnings
Me: allah yster
Lama: ya kalba ! 8oli enshallah bdayat 5air
Me: Enshallah
Maybe I am being too dramatic.. I admit !
من كثرت ما حبيتك ما قمت أشوف غيرك..
حبي لك غيّر أطباعي..
سرقت مني قلبي و تفكري و حتى أنفاسي..
1 week later is when Musaad came.
I wore the same dress I wore when his mother came; since it did compliment my body. However, I topped it with a shawl even though Lama disagreed, but I felt more comfortable covering my shoulders.
Both my mother & Reema agreed to have my brother welcome Musaad instead of my father since my father met him 3 days ago and had a semi interview with him and he approved of him. However, my mom really really likes him.
Musaad came in and started chatting with Mishaal (My brother), then my brother came to call me.
Me: mama yaweel Mishaal law 6la3 o 5lana l7alna
Mama: mara7 y5lekom
To be honest in that moment I was scarred. And my heart was pounding a million times. My mother on the other hand was flying from happiness.
So I decided to give it a try for the sake of my mothers happiness.
I entered the Majlis..
Now I was terrified.
Me: Alslam 3laikom
Musaad: w3laikom alslam
And I went and sat down on the far corner.
Mishaal: leh jalsa b3eed t3ali 8rbi
I seriously wanted to kill my brother.
I went and sat next to Mishaal. Then his phone range.
The caller ID was my mother.
Mishaal: Ast24en lazm a54 el mklama hathi '6rorya
Musaad: 5i4 ra7tik
Wow. My mother is your important call? She was sitting right outside the Majlis. This was one of her ideas so she can leave me & Musaad alone. I don't think my mom is that sneaky I bet its Reema's idea.
Musaad: kef al7al Basmah?
Me: Kwaisa ent kaifk?
(With a smile)
Musaad: Tmam allah yslmk, wsh tdrseen?
Me: Interior Design
Musaad: Mashallah 7lo, allah ywf8ik
Me: shokran, ent esh drst?
Musaad: major in Finance, and a minor in Management
Me: oh mashallah, o wain tsht'3il?
Musaad: eb sharkat AlX, bdet m3hom partial time when I was studying o lama t5rjt 9rt full time
Me: ma kan 93b 3lek tl78 been jam3a o wa'6efa
Musaad: awal km esbo3 b3den 9ar 3ady
Me: Mashallh
Akward Smile..
this is so akward..
Mishaal where are yoooou?
He was 2 meters away and staring at my face.
I feel so uncomfortable.
2 mins later mishal came in and started talked..
Now how can I leave? Should I interrupt them and get myself excused ? I probably should.
1 min
2 mins
3 mins
4 mins
5 mins
And I couldn't interrupt Mishal, then I finally spoke:
Me: ana ast24en, fur9a sa3eed
Musaad: o ana as3ad *smile*
