Saturday, February 9, 2008

Part One

Eugh.
I hate blogger.
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Most incidents in this story are from reality.
Alot of the info has been changed to withhold the character's identity
Any resemblance most likely would be a mere coincidence

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The Story

Part I(eek)
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To a strange eye she seemed to be at the peak of her life. She was a fresh graduate from one of the top British secondary schools in Kuwait. She ranked second in her class, the only Kuwaiti student to reach the top high honors list. She was smart, beautiful and kind. A very rare mixture indeed. No one would think that fellow students we’re cruel to her throughout her high school years. Girls in particular enjoyed ruining her day and reputation. Jealousy crept up on them making them do things to her they soon regretted. She offered help with the English literature essay to the girl who started the rumor about her sexual orientation. She stayed after school to help the girls whom stole her gym uniform every day so she would get detention from their strict gym teacher. She gave up several of her lunch breaks to help the slow girl study for her Chemistry quizzes. Disregarding the fact she knew that all of these girls did their best to hurt her, even after she took the time to help them. She was Fay Abdullah.

Abdullah was the youngest of five boys and two girls. He came from one of the most acclaimed families in Kuwait, known for its history in business and commerce. His father was a very proud and strict man whom molded Abdullah and his brothers to become two times the successful man he was. He urged his sons to study, and forced them to do well in school. Many would think someone of such wealth didn’t need a good education but his father believed otherwise. He made sure his sons didn’t get used to the easy life, and gave them a strict monthly income. In 1975 Abdullah graduated from high school and was sent abroad to study medicine in the Leeds University School of Medicine. He graduated six years later and came back to surprise his parents not only with a diploma but with...

Reem came from a very strict and poor Saudi family. Her father often beat her mother and sisters for fun but would never lay a hand on Reem. Instead he enjoyed caressing and spoiling her. She grew up hating her mother for sobbing whenever he put Reem on his lap and brushed her hair. She had started to believe her mother and older sisters were just jealous. What Reem didn’t know was that her father was severely ill. His long beard and the short dishdashas he wore were only a mask to hide what was going on in his sick mind. She learned this the hard way. One day when Reem was sixteen she came back home to find her father sitting in the living room. This wasn’t common due to the fact that her father was never home during the day as he was always in work till late. He explained to her that her mother and sisters we’re at the hairdressers getting ready for their cousins wedding. Her father went on to tell her that her mother was waiting for her at the hair salon and that she should go wash her hair so that he would take her to join her. Reem rushed to the bathroom and turned on the faucet to let the water run while she slowly undressed. She got in the shower and let the water fall on her back as she soaped her body and thoroughly washed her hair. A feeling that someone was watching crept over her. Startled, she opened her eyes and looked through the fogged up shower curtains. She could see him standing there, watching her, through the shower curtains. She started screaming furiously, shocking her father whom rushed out of the bathroom. Reem started shivering not from the fact that the cold air hit her skin like a brick wall but simply out of disgust. It all made sense now. Two weeks later she still hadn’t breathed a word of the incident to anyone, but somehow her mother knew. Her mother surprised her with the news that she was to join her cousin, Tala whom had left for London two years ago with her family. Her mother tried to make it seem as if the sole reason for her asking Reem to leave was because of her wanting Reem to graduate from a good school, and that her uncle had offered taking Reem in. Reem knew better. Her mother was just trying to send her away before her father did anything worse to her. Reem felt truly alone, her mother was sending her away when in reality her father was the one who was supposed to be sent away! Two days later Reem was on a plane heading to England. She was enrolled in the same boarding school that Tala had graduated from a year before her. Reem started out as the quiet close minded girl no one wanted to be friends with but soon that changed. Reem soon began to lead a separate second life. Whenever she was back with her cousins or whenever they visited Reem would return to the quiet and bland Reem they knew. Whenever she was back on her own she would smear red lipstick on her lips and black kohl around her eyes and let her hair down. Her ever present eye bags shouted in the parallelism of red and black. She’d go out to clubs and meet guys both middle eastern and European. She loved the sense of doing all the things that her family considered immoral, it gave her a sense of rush. It was her drug. She never went too far, there was always something holding her back. She wouldn’t let a man touch her and never revealed too much skin; to her friends those actions could only be labeled as hypocritical. Reem herself knew she was being a hypocrite when she would dance with all those guys and tease them endlessly but at the end of the night if they dared to lay a hand on her or touched in her in any way she’d be enraged and would often go ballistic. One Friday, a week before Reem was due to graduate she was out having fun with her friends. They ended up going to a well known club in central London. Reem as usual was the center of attention. She had a sense of rhythm which had to be noticed. Amongst the men and women engrossed in her dance moves were a group of Kuwaiti students, Khalid, Fahad and Nasser. Fahad went up to Reem and introduced himself in a perfect English dialect. Reem smiled and replied in Arabic which shocked Fahad. He never thought that Reem would be middle eastern! At the end of the night Reem and Fahad shared a cab. Their conversation went on forever and it had seemed that Fahad was the perfect guy. The cab abrubtly stopped outside a tall building no where near Reem’s school. Reem looked at Fahad for answers and all he said was that he had to run in and grab his wallet and that she should remain in the cab. Reem smiled and waited in the cab. Ten minutes passed and Reem grew tired and restless. She wanted to leave but she knew she didn’t have enough money to pay the fare. In the midst of her thoughts one of the windows above opened and Fahad’s head popped out. “Reem! Ta3alay Bser3aa! My roommate madri shfeeh!” Reem got out of the cab and looked up. “What!?” she exclaimed “Here, pay the cab driver. Come help quickly please!!” Reem grabbed the twenty pound note that Fahad threw down to her and paid the driver and rushed up to Fahad’s apartment. The door was still open; she rushed in and looked around. Fahad closed the door behind her and came after her. He slowly turned her around and leaned in to kiss her. Reem pushed away in confusion “What? Eish 9ayer..Khalni.” Fahad ignored her requests and tightened his grip around her and pushed her in. “Esh ga3id tsawi! Khalni!! Fahad! Come on! Bes!” she pleaded. He pushed her against the wall and slowly trapped her. Tears streamed down her face as she tried furiously to wiggle out of his grip. She turned her face, left and right, trying to escape his kisses. “Don’t play hard to get! No one dresses like that, or dances the way you did tonight unless she has nothing to lose.” he said whilst playing with her hair. Her cries grew louder, as she heard the apartment door open.” Help! Please!!” she yelled. Fahad muffled her shrieks by covering her mouth with his palm. Mino!?Whos there?” he called out. “Fahad! Men ma3ak?” exclaimed the voice as it walked in on Fahad with hand covering Reem’s mouth. Reem looked at him with tearful eyes, pleading him with her looks to help her. The man’s face changed as soon as his eyes laid on hers. Fahad glanced at him then said “Abdullah, khalni. Malik sheghel. You saw nothing. Go.”. Abdullah rushed to Reem’s side and shoved Fahad away. “Shfeek Entah! Yanait! Khal elbnaya!” Reem started crying and unintentionally hugged Abdullah and cried. Fahad looked at Reem as if it finally hit him that he was about to rape her and then rushed out of the apartment. Abdullah tried calming Reem down but she was in shock and crying hysterically. Abdullah asked her if he could drop her off anywhere or if she wanted to call someone, maybe her parents. Reem looked up to him and said “Ana bro7i.”. It was Abdullah’s turn to be startled by this piece of information. “Intay men wain?”. “ElS3oudiya” she replied. On that day, their story began. Abdullah grew more and more attached to Reem day after day. She was the missing piece in his puzzle-like life. She made sure he knew about everything, including the clubbing and her father. They never intended to fall for each other, but it was evident. They both needed each other in their lives. She enrolled in the same university he was enrolled in and they spent every moment free together. She urged him to study after he had given up because it was too hard and so he did. He urged her to take up praying again after she had lost faith in Allah due to the incident with her father and so she did. They both helped each other become better people. When Abdullah went home during winter break he was shocked to find out that his mother was looking for a bride for him. He told her about Reem, and she became enraged. What Abdullah didn’t know during his time abroad, was that he had become the perfect bachelor in the eyes of many single Kuwaiti girls. They all sought after him and all managed to befriend his mother. All of them waited for June, when he was due to come back after graduating. He went back to Reem with a broken heart filled with broken dreams. Reem had decided that she still wanted to be part of his life, even if they couldn’t be together in the end. She wanted to be there for him and help him every step of the way, especially since this was his final year before he was going back. She told him she was going to ignore her feelings towards him and that he should do the same, to avoid any harsh goodbyes. In June during Abdullah’s graduation ceremony, Abdullah realized that he couldn’t imagine himself without Reem. She had become his muse. Without her he was doomed to fail. And so, he went home with more than a diploma. Abdullah came home with a wife.


23 comments:

Yara said...

Wow 3ajeeeb :) plz dont take too long for part 2 cant wait :)

KittySigurdardottir. said...

What a great story,thanks for sharing it.
I'm glad it's true so far.I look forward to part two,that's gonna be really something,I'm sure of that.

Ms. D said...

i finished readin ib dgeega mn kither ma its raw3a..! part 2 quick!

FourMe said...

Wow its amazing just as if its a fairytale not reality, as the ladies above said don't be long with the 2nd part.

Houliee said...

I LOVE IT!
Can't wait for part 2!! ;p

falantan said...

very strong narrative mashalla, and the non-linear time-line kept me on my toes jumping between the daughter and her father then mother then father again. knowing from the get-go that there's a happy ending coming.

very nice, thank you :)

Bombay Bombshell said...

Yara : Thank you ! Enshallah I wont.
I still havent decided though if I should are9hom ra99a wa7da , or like post in between :p

Bella Crystal : Wow. Thank you so much ! Welcome to my blog ;p Its a simple story really, but a bit long so bare with me !

Ms.D : 9ej ! I was worried that it was too long for a first post !

Fourme : Enshallah I wont !

Houilee : Thanks ;*

Falantan: Thank you for your kind words, I hugely appreciate it !
and thank YOU wallah ;p
Your comment gave me a boost !

OutOfReach said...

wow, i like it so touching :)
waiting for part 2

Anonymous said...

thoroughly enjoyed reading it.. thanks :)

Amethyst said...

Part 2, now;p

Someday said...

Woman! don’t be long on part two!!!
btw is it possible to make the font a bit bigger?

Smart-y said...

lol laish u hate blogger?

nice story, wayd 7bet'ha madry laish thakeratny eb ketab Princess by Jean Sasson, ma3nhoum malohum 3alaga bs esloubech feh menna.. that means enech a good writer tara! mashallah :)

i'm waiting for part 2, la 6wleen plz!

btw hathy awal zyara ly to ur blog, a7la shai feh esma ;P~

Bombay Bombshell said...

outofreach: Thank you!
amu:Aww, I hugely appreciate it ;p Thanks.
amethyst: Ehehe !Thanks ;p
Someday: Aww, I'll make sure I do next time ! Elmushkela, when I make the font size bigger, it becomes too big messing up the template :/ I'll try to fix it though!
Smarties: Because blogger made all my posts disappear , like poof!
and Wow! Being compared to Jean Sasson ..is well.. amazing! Adri ehya wain wana wain! But Im a big fan, and you mentioning her , is just amazing ;p 7ettan law mo 9ej ehehe ;p

and enshallah I wont take long!
I already have the story, just needs editing shway.
And Im glad you like the name ;p
oo 7ayak ;p


Lala* said...

Enjoyed it :-)

But can you pls break the story in paragraphs to make it easier to read?..

well done***

do0da said...

aham shay the mere coincidence line :P i7na bilq8 maku shay isma coincidence

Desert-Roses said...

Nice read ;)!!

Taqo said...

Eywa ya Abduallah ya prince charming enta! ;p Weyn part two?!

Hopeless Poet said...

*Cries* :P

Great stuff! Keep up the good work and don't be late with part 2 :D

Anonymous said...

Great Great story... Love IT!!!

Bombay Bombshell said...




Lala*: Will try to remember to do so enshallah :) Sorry, o Thanks ;p
Do0da: You actually read it , Taqadum lol. O Mako Coincidences? What about all the fransis business :P
Desert-rose: I'm glad you like ;p thanks.
Taqo: Eheheh! Its on its way ;p
Hopeless Poet: *Hands you a tissue*
Thank you ;p and enshallah I wont !
Hamitaf: Thank you ! Thank you ! Thank you ;p




Anonymous said...

entay mashroooo3 writer mashallah.. ur narrative technique is very good.. allah ya7fethech..

Bombay Bombshell said...

soul : Awwwh Thank you!! Even though I know what I write mafeh men el adab tharra ! But I try, thank you :)

Anonymous said...

Masha'allah 3lyech, superb, and very touching...