LAYAN
i was on my way home, ana min ilno3 illy ig3ad atani7 bil kirsy illy jidami wasma3 music.
i was just thinking about going home and playing with my four year old brother zaid, ohwa fa9il bas i love him.
When i got home though, i found my dad in the drive way shakla kan yan6ir a7ad.. yimkin wa7id min rab3a
bas when i got out of the car he took one look at me and walked my way. i knew he was coming for me.
my dad is reallly reallly tall mashallah, my mom is the short one, so i got my height from my mom.
my dad has the kindest eyes and the sweetest smile, he's the only one in my family that truly gets me.
when he reached me he quickly gave me a hug. he had to bend low and i had to get on my tiptoes.
"hala layan baba shlonich, yaya min 3ind reem?" he said but was checking his phone
"ee baba, wa9altha ilmadrisa o yait.... laish ga3d tan6ir bara chithy?"'i asked him.
i waited a few seconds while he was typing
"ana na6rich tyeen, bawadeech ma3ay bas lazim awal nmur faisal o inroo7 ma63am, nitkalam ib mawthoo3 " he said
?
shyi6la3 faisal?
"yuba minu faisal?"i asked". he looked up from the phone with a shocked look on his face.
"nisaitay faisal? mo ma38ola tinsaina, ana il7een agoolich bilsayara.''
we got into my dad's car and he drove off. he drove a black mercedes. i love his car bas i like mini coopers more for me ya3ni
"t3arfeen 3amich sa3ad?'' he asked
"ee he's your best friend baba, akeed i know him, ana ma fi8adt ilthakira"
now that's a household name
3amo sa3ad is my dad's very best friend, he's always around and whenever my dad's a
way he comes and checks on me and calls, even though my mom and brother are with me.
he is one of the nicest people in the world and he's as tall as my dad.
"ohwa wilda" he laughed.
!!
3amo sa3ad.... wait imbala chinna i remember..
" akeed ma tithakirayna ila5ar mara shuftow ba3ath kan laman kintaw yahal, faisal o intay kinto best friends, bas ohwa ra7 yadris ib boarding school ib america ib middle school o elementary.''
ok, i do remember him
chinna
lam7at
"aha ok 3ayal laish ma shifna ib the past 3 or four years, laish tawa inshofa?' madry mita rad and i dont remember how old he is.
my dad looked at the road and smiled. ana ita'3rabt la2ana 3amo sa3ad and my dad are so close.
"la2ana ohwa sha59ita ti5tilif 3an sha59eetich, intaw 3aks ba3ath tamaman. ohwa i7ib ashya2 ghair 3an shinu intay it7ibeena" he said.
minu hal faisal o laish tawa yi6la3ly.
"wain lazim inmora?'' i asked
"you'll see" my dad said with a smile
i knew that smile.... it meant my dad hed a surprise.
i hate it when he surprises me
we spent half an hour in the car. i dont really care cuz i love spending time with my dad, he makes me laugh nonstop.
suddenly wi9alna in a section for tracks with guys racing motorcycles, and people shouting out names. everyone riding wore helmets, and everyone was covered in dirt.... wai3
there was a garage and a place that looked somewhat like a building. we got in and went to the garage.
there were tools and fire and i could see smoke and smell oil.
i held my dad's hand.
BEEEEEEEP
bZzZzZzZtt
9uma5!!
havent these people ever heard of masks or prophesional help, what if someone chopped a finger.
"faisal miny??'' i asked baba in a loud voice over the noise.
he laughed
THE ENGINES WERE SO LOOOUUUD.... allahu akbar
"ee ana o obo kinna miny, we used to race, a7na ta3arafna hny ayam kinna shabab" he said in a loud voice.
"baba latgol chithy your still young your 43" i sad and patted his arm
he laughed harder
"itgi9een 3ala minu layano"he said. and shook my hand a little like he did when i was a baby.
my dad laf 3ind 9ob someone bending over a bike wearing a dark blue one peice riding suit, he unzipped the top till his waist so its chinna rabi6 jacket 3ala his waist, he was wearing a dark grey tee shirt. he was also wearing a metal mask, he was burning something or fixing an engine. and guess what? he looked as filthy as everyone else here.
"hala faisal!" my dad said and walked up to him yanking my arm along with him. the boy (if you can call him that) was really tall mashallah. i know this cuz he stood up when my dad said his name.
he took off his mask,
i should have been looking at all the oil splotched across his face, or the dirt in his hair and on his shirt
but the only thing i could see were his eyes.
he was gorgeos,but theres a difference between fahad the guy reemo is obsessed with and faisal. fahad was the prince charming out going kind of guy that everyone liked to hang out with, he was sweet and funny... a goood guy .... faisal? no
faisal looked like the hottest guy.. but he still looked like danger. his smile was danger, his dark brown big eyes with eyelashes were danger, his black dust covered hair was danger. even were he hangs out was danger.
he grabbed a towel wiped his hands and threw it on his shoulders like a bag strap. he offered my dad his oily hand, and my dad took it. so much for the white dishdasha my dad was wearing. amout wa3arif laish labish dishdasha itha intay 3arif inik yay minee!!
"3ala 3amy m7md shlonik inshallah ib 5air" faisal said. he was only looking at my dad, i bet he didnt even notice i was there. good.
"il7imdilla, jahiz 7ag il6al3a?"
my dad asked him
"ee bas la7tha 5alny asheel my suit" he said
ok, wat about your oily shirt, hair, and face i was about to say, bas he still didnt know i was there so ga3adt sakta
bas i could'nt help a laugh. both of them turned to me and i felt the weight of two sets of eyes on me.
faisal was frowning and my dad was smiling. wow, what a first impression.
"faisal hathy binty layan remember her?" my dad said
" la matthakar nisait." he said
well, i guess that makes two of us
"salam" he said, he took out his oily hand for me to shake... i stared at it, he gave me and evil smirk.
challenge excepted
i shook the hand.. wa3 i wanted to go a3a8ma ib detol. his hands were so big so the covered my whole hand. my hand was covered in oil. and he was enjoying it....
"wa3alikom ilsalam" i said in a happy voice
i'll kill him with kindness
he nodded and went to change his suit
9ij laman my dad said we had nothing in common... he wasnt lieing
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