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layan:

after video chatting with reem, and the fam, faisal and i went to the airport. right after  faisal went out to talk on the phone with his grandmother and pay the hotel bill while i packed we headed out.

i sat quietly next to faisal.. tucked under his arm in the backseat of a cab.

he was on the phone with a7med.

faisal: " - ee fa i7na il7een ray7een southampton inshallah. layan o ana. gooola" he said and worry creased his eyebrows. he was referring to fahad....

faisal knew a7med was still with fahad. he knew exactly where they were at all times. faisal never stopped worrying about fahad. something that stuck with him since childhood. they fell into step with each other and had a deep bond that was deeply embedded in both of them.  i dozed off a bit as i imagined how baby faisal and my brother looked like as kids. i smiled to myself. at least he had faisal, and faisal is more than ill ever be.

when faisal shut the phone a few minutes later he tightened his arm around my shoulder.

faisal: " sweet dreams?" he whispered. his voice a roughly scratchy yet as sweet as a silk caress against my hair.

i smiled into his jacket.

me:" only when your in them" i say and he laughs softly.

he let me doze off a bit more and promised to wake me up when we got to the airport.

when we did get there we got on our plane. i had a feeling that this was the beginning of something.

something beautiful. inshallah.


what? A girl can hope can't she?







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faisal woke me up when we landed in the UK my first thought was wow. were really here. a million miles away from fahad.

i sighed and decided not to think about that too much and to focus on something a little more positive. the bright side. fahad was the bright side one in this friendship . and faisal was the hero.

there was no reason i couldn't  be both, right? i missed reem terribly. she's  my best friend. my lifeline when I'm in danger. alhamdulillah. whats life without friends... i had to get faisals best friend back.

i shook my head and my thoughts away and focused on helping faisal with the luggage.

as usual faisal wouldn't let me touch a thing.

me: " ok just that one little bag" i said exasperated after ten minuets of arguing.

he gave me one of his death stares. he was about five seconds from popping a vein.

i could almost see the smoke coming out of his ears and i tried not to snicker at that image.

faisal: " that ' little bag' a6wal minnich" he said before throwing it on the trolley and moving past me.

i couldn't help the laugh that formed.

me: " your so stubborn" i shouted but i couldn't help smile.

he grinned since he knew i gave up.

faisal: " you can carry this" he said

and i looked down at his hand which was now holding a key.

i raised an eyebrow at him but took it anyways.

he had a smug smile on his face and a twinkle in his dark eyes.

oooooh no. twinkly eyed faisal meant mischief and games.

he laughed at what my expression mustve showed.

faisal: " relax, its the keys to the mansion" he said and leaned a bit forward.

his face was inches from mine and the spark was still there

faisal:" I'm sure i must have said this before but incase i haven't, you drive me crazy" he said. and i smiled slightly at him feeling a bit insecure. i couldn't help that i was a bit crazy it was who i was.

so i looked at his shoes.

i felt his fingers grasp the bottom of my chin and lift it.

faisal: "your the only person whose ever dared put me in my place. the only person to go against me. to challenge me.." he said and his big black eyes bored into mine
"you are my biggest weakness, and i still find myself in love with you because of all those things" he said.

i stood there breathlessly staring at him as a sly smile formed on his face and he laughed as he walked  away with all the bags.

i caught up with him when i remembered how to breathe again.