Tuesday, May 15, 2012

A7mad -2-

Im gonna try writing longer posts from now on! Enjoy x Twitter: @kuwaitiblogger
(Btw, this is on a5ir April 2012.)
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“Radaitaw imbacher, ma amdakom! 6ila3taw tis3 w al7een 3shir!”
It was 5alty Joud.
A7mad yi3aref yimathil, itha tihawashna.
A7mad:  “Eeh, ba3ad 9arat za7ma. W kila 9bayan.”
5alt Joud: “Eeh, 9a7 kalamik. Mo zayn il bnaya tkoon mokan kila riyayeel.”
A7mad: “I7na 9a3deen, it2amreen 3la shay?”
5alty Joud: “Salamtik, bas mo china imbacher 3la noomtakom?”
A7mad: “Eeh 9ij imbacher, bas i7na bacher binrid Dubai!”
5alty Joud: “Waay! Kirahit Dubai minik. Int mno ily galik it3eesh minak? Had il Kuwait, w rayi7 Dubai? Allah y3een murtik feek kil shway imsafir!”
I was still next to A7mad..

A7mad: “Ba3ad shinsawiy? 3ndy shi’3il ihnak!”
Shoug: “Ba3ad 5alty, 7ilwa Dubai ma 3almha shay!”
A7mad misak eediy a8wa. He always does that when he’s mad. Kil ma y3a9ib, ma ymid eeda 3lay. Bas yir3a9 eediy.
5alty Joud: “Eeeh, bas mo 7ilwa kila imsafreen w hadeen il Kuwait.”
A7mad: “Yala ma3a il salama, Yuma. Binam.”
5alty Joud: “Ti9ba7 3la 5air.”
A7mad and I kissed her forehead and we did our goodbyes.
On our way to our room, sima3na a7ad yinadeena.
“A7madd! Shougg!”

Lafayna, chan inchoof Shahad, A7mad’s small sister.
Shahad is 12 years old, 3yoonha was3a (China A7mad), sha3arha g9eer(boy), w wayid itnakit.

A7mad: “Ishtabeen?”
Shahad: “Ishfeekom 9a3deen?”
A7mad: “Ya3ny 7aram inam?”
Shahad: “Waaaay sa5eef.”
A7mad 3a6aha 5aza, ily 7ata ANA i5tira3t mina..
A7mad: “I7tarmay nafisch, la asikich kaf yi6ayi7 asnanich.”
Shahad: “Inshallah, asfa.”
A7mad: “Chub.”
Shahad: “Ba3ad 3ably inik im6ayi7 il miyana ma3ay, bas 6ila3t ‘3air.”
She began laughing.
A7mad’s grip on me tightened.
Eediy 3awiratny, bas ti7amalt.
A7mad: “Siktay la agi9 ilsanich.”
Shoug nodded, w ra7at.

A7mad: “Imshay 5an ni93ad.”
Shoug: “Inshallah.”

Ri7na foog, w da5alna il ‘3urfa.

A7mad ra7 9oob il frash w insida7, bida yi6ag6ig ib his phone.

Shoug: “A7mad.”
A7mad: “Shtabeen?”

Shoug: “Laysh im3a9ib?”
A7mad: “Mo im3a9ib?”
Shoug: “Kil hatha, w mo im3a9ib?”
A7mad: “Chub, la t7acheeniy. Maly 5ilg mala8tich.”
Ouch.
Inshallah mo ashkara bil wayh.

A7mad: “Roo7ay badlay w namay.”
Shoug: “Mo ta3bana! Bag3ad ma3ak ib laylat 3ed meeladik!”
A7mad: “Mala da3y, w sim3ay il kalam. Ana al7een banam.”
Shoug: “Inshallah, imita binroo7 in7adir?”
A7mad: “il sa3a 6:00 bacher baga3dich. W inroo7, jan6itich jahza?”
Shoug: “Eeh, jahza.”
A7mad: “Inzayn, 7i6ay my cigarettes ib jan6itich ily ib tabsmkeenha, w 7i6ay Red Bull.”
Shoug: “Inshallah.”
Ri7t il 7mam, w libast pajamas.  My pajamas, kanaw shorts w blooza 7imir.
A7mad: “Jameela mashalla, w jismich 7ilw.”
So I guess he’s not mad anymore?
Shoug: “Mashkoor.”
I blushed.
A7mad: “Ta3alay yami.”
I crawled to the bed.
Shoug: “Amr.”
A7mad: “Intay tadreen iny a7ibich w amoot feech 9a7?”
Shoug: “9a7.”
A7mad: “W intay tadreen ina mu ib eediy ina i7na ray7een Dubai w 3aysheen  ihnak, 9a7?”
La2, ma adri.
Shoug: “9a7.”
I lied.
A7mad: “Tadreen iny a3a9ib ibsir3a, 9a7?”
Shoug: “Eeh.”
A7mad: “Fa ana asif itha ana za3altich ib kilma. Broo7iy ibsir3a a3a9ib w 3ndy anger issues.”
YEAH he does.
Shoug: “La 3ady. Bas 7aram, mo china zafayt Shahad wayid?”
A7mad: “Eeh 9a7, thakarteeniy. Baroo7 al7een bawadeeha MacDonalds, tabeen?”

Shoug: “LA mashkoora, shab3ana. Ana abadil w anzil.”
A7mad: “Yala, ana na6rich.”
Ri7t ibsir3a libast, w 5athyayt my bag, w nizalt. Ri7na bara 9oob il 7dee8a, w ligayna il kil ga3id.
Ri7t ga3at yam 5alty Joud.
5alty Joud: “Haw, shfeekom nizaltaw? Tawkom bitnamoon!”
A7mad: “La, ma feena shay. Bas ishtihayt awadiy Shahooda MacDonalds.”
Shahad’s 8a9at wihya takil. Wallah ma tinlam, tawa zafha w al7een bi6al3iha?
A7mad: “Shfeech 8a9aytay?”
Shahad: “La bas i5tira3t, shako bit6ali3ny?”
A7mad: “7aram a6ali3 i5ty?”
Shahad: “La mo 7aram, kany al7een jaya!”
A7mad chuckled.
A7mad: “Yala li7geeniy il sayara, ana na6rich.”
Ra7at Shahad, w gi3at asoolif ma3a 5alty.
5alty Joud: “Shoug bas ba5ith klinex bin your bag, 3adiy?”
Shoug: “Eeh, tifa’9ilay.”
Lama 5alty ba6ilat jan6ity, bagigat 3yoonha. W i5tar3at.
6ali3at il cigarettes. SHIT. NISAYT ASHEELHOM!
5alty Joud: “Ambay Shouga, intay itda5neen?”
Faj2a everybody went silent, their eyes on me, w 7sait iny bamoot ay la7’9a..

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