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Amal:

It was Saif back with his drama, my phone notified the hell out of me, even S3eed could tell something wasn't right..

Direct messages:

Me: Saif, you better stop it now.

Saif: why won't you understand that I'd do anything for you!

Me: Saif please just end it, I can't. I won't. Why? Because I don't have to.

S3eed:

She was texting looking really uncomfortable, I thought it was because she was awkwarded by me. For a second I thought she was reading my mind.. Like my thoughts were disturbing her.

Me: Is something wrong?

Amal: La.. I think my phone is.. Broken.. It's really annoying.

Amal:

Actually, Saif was what was so annoying!

S3eed: Oh.. Taking the battery out then in again?

Me: I'll try that, here's mom's room!

I took the battery out and threw it in my purse.

Me: Mom! Look who's here!

I opened the door wider for S3eed to enter.

S3eed: El7mdllah 3al Salamh mrt 3amy.

Mom: Allah ysalmk! How are you Sa3oody!

S3eed: El7mdllah b5air..

S3eed:

WTH was I saying, with Amal there.. I don't.. I..

Amal:

Mom loved it when S3eed visited, he was the one who would try all of my mom's cakes. He would sit in front of the oven just watching cakes bake. I couldn't blame him, mom was simply amazing.

I think that's why she was awkward!

Mom: S3eed, where's Salma? Did she come?

She HAD to mention her in front of me!!? I hated Salma!

Ignoring the question, I got the crib and held baby 3OSHAH (I'm sorry.. I have to..) I sat in front of S3eed.

Me: Look at my beautiful sister!

S3eed:

I got up and sat on my knees, that Baby 3oshah was small! Amal's eyes sparkled as she looked at her. She held her so gently..

I look at the baby, then back at Amal.. Her gestures were so soft towards baby 3osheh, I had to look away & look back trying to focus on 3oshah...
It was just like staring at the sun.

"Want to carry her?" suddenly Amal asked me.

Me: Nooo! I don't know how to!

Amal: it's easy, but be careful.

Me: Nno-

I said sitting back on my chair.

Amal: shhh, like this.

She placed the baby in my arms.

Amal: Support her neck.. There you go..

I looked down at what I was holding, & I saw another version of Amal. Pink skinned with brown soft hair, while Amal's hair was black, at least that was what I remembered.

Amal:
S3eed looked cuuute with baby 3oshah in his arms! Maybe every guy would, but you get it! I wished to take a picture, but I hesitated to ask S3eed.

Me: You need a picture!

S3eed: Here's my bb..

I took his phone carefully trying not to mess with it so much.

I took a couple of pics..

Me: Niiice I want it as my Dp!

S3eed: Oh, want me to send it? Give me your pin!

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I got up and walked towards him, waving with a huuuge smile on my face.

Me: esalam 3alaikm!

I tryed to act mature, I failed.

S3eed: umm.. Wa 3alaikm esalam.. How are you Amool? El7mdllah 3alah Salamat 5alo..

Me: I'm doing well el7mdllah! Allah ysalmk, came to visit her?

S3eed: Umm.. Yeah, I was supposed to be visiting with Salma, I don't know where she went though..

So S3eed is 3amy Rashed's son, he's also my childhood friend. We were really close, I always hung out at their house, we've grown up and slowly drifted  apart I guess.

Crazy part? He attended the same school I did, I don't know how it was even possible! Salma is his sister. Though she's just a year younger, I never really was "THAT" close to her.. Not after the incident..

Hmm.. 3amy Rashed is a policeman I guess chee of the higher ranks.. He solved multiple crimes! Every time he appeared on the newspaper, we'd stick it in a scrapbook I made.
3amy Rashed is super funny, never serious! I always thought it was serious enough at work, why bother being the same at home.. Right?

Me: Umm, I'll show you the way..

S3eed: yeah, Ok..

He was really laid back, but his short answers hinted shyness. He made me feel awkward.

As I walked, the guy behind the coffee shop's counter called out

"Ma'am you forgot your order!!"

Me: ooh, thank you!

S3eed:

The moment I saw her I froze, she's grown! No more running after the chicken in the front yard with Amal.. She was still her lively self, a box of locked up energy.. She looked different, but her childlike smile, enthusiasm was still there.

When she started talking, something went wrong.. I forgot how to talk.. I was stumbling over words, and my mind stopped creating complete "Sense-making" sentences.

Where Salma has disappeared, I did not know., she got out of the car and just walked away! I called and BBMed her, but to no use. So I decided to go with Amal, thinking I might find her there anyways.

I walked behind her, staring at my shoes. I was actually remembering all those times we've spent together.
Bicycle rides on Wednesday nights at the park. Opening the chicken coop's door and chasing after them. We once decided we wanted pet ants, and we actually named them, having "Anty" being the most creative name.

As I looked at her, I wondered how we separated so much, how much that cute little kid has grown into a beautiful girl.

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Me: Khalid, may I talk to you outside?

Something was wrong with Khalid.. He's been absent minded, tempermental, quiet.. Ok, usually he's quiet, but he used to always be calm and patient. He'd always sit back and listen. LISTEN, not daydream..

By the door I stood, seconds later he came, closing the door behind him.

Me: Khalid, what's wrong?

Khalid: It's nothing.. They called.. They want me in for questioning soon.

Me: I can cover up for you! You know how good I am, I've been taught by the best, right!?

Khalid:

Amal seemed worried about me, I didn't know what to tell her! I had to use the phone call as the escuse.

Me: Haha, I guess my hours' worth of lessons paid off!

We planned escuses and plans real quick, and I left the hospital..

Amal:

So Khalid was too busy to argue, & I was out numbered. She had to be named 3OSHEH! My sister's name was 3osheh 0_0!

Me: What ware we going to call her at home now!?

Baba: umm.. 3oo3oo?

Mom: Khalifa?! 3oo3oo!?

We laughed at the thought.

Baba: Amal, Khalid wain?

Woops..

Me: Khalid went to work, his boss called..

Baba: Strange, Marwan isn't usually at the office at this time!

Me: I don't really know.. Maybe he needed something?

Baba: hmm, maybe..

That was close! I texted Khalid that lie so we were on the same page.

I finally sat down with baby 3OSHAH! Such an old name for such a young one, I can't help but stress on it.

She was a beauty with hazel eyes and light brown hair. I don't know where she got that from! She was somehow my total opposite. I had dark natural black hair, & I was pale white..
At that time, her skin was still pink. That amazing newborn smell she had, her tiny knitted hat. She was all so small, simply stole my heart.

Khalid:

They sat me down and placed a recorder. First, they tryed to intimidate me.. They showed me pictures of the man and a file of the trouble he'd caused from the past..
Once they realised I meant no harm, an officer sat down and asked me what went on..

Half way through he stopped me. "Why would he attack you?"
I didn't want to lie, but saying the truth was going to cost 3ashah her name...

"He started talking to my sister, I asked him to back off!l" ...

Amal:
So they sleep a lot.. Both mom AND the baby, & I was stuck there until Khalid, at least, came back..

I roamed around the hospital but found no hot doctors, Grey's Anatomy fail! A nurse stopped me & asked where I was going..

Nurse: you should not walk around here madam! Come, come let me show you nice place..

She took me to a small depressing coffee shop, I saw sick people, an old happy man, and some doctors on breaks.

Though it's weird, I love calm places, gloomy, sad and depressing. Don't ask why but it feels so good!

I ordered and sat down, took off my shoes, and took out my weapon - AKA: my phone-

Minutes later, I see him walking through the doors.

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Dad: They accidentally gave her a wrong injection, they said it was okay but as you can see it has side effects.

Me: Will she be okay?

Dad: hopefully, like I said it wasn't anything serious.

Me: Sooo where's the baby aaaat!!!?

Dad: Oh yeah, we'll just call the nurse to get the crib here! Khalid, your grandmother is on her way, could you wait for her at the reception?

Khalid did what he was asked to do..

Khalid's point of view:

Dad asked me to wait for grandmother at the reception, but I got a call from the police. I had to go in for questioning in an hour.

I didn't wait long before she arrived, and so I showed her the way.

Back in mother's room..

Amal: Beautiful baby boy hellooo!

Baba: There's our girl!

He said when the nurse came in.

Me: Girl?! We were promised a boy!

Father: Say el7mdllah!

Grandmother: Her name is 3osheh.

Amal: What!? No!

Baba: Yess! My grandmother's name!

For her name to be 3osheh, it has to be written as Aisha .. I forgot to breathe when my grandmother mentioned the name, it was like she messed my mind up.

I Surrendered to the name, there was nothing to argue about.

Amal:

I cannot believe Khalid agreed to 3OSHaH! She's usually, like, the OLDEST of an old woman group!

Me: Dad nooo, Khalid say something!

Khalid just sat there, apparently pondering about something.

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Me: 3amy.. It was my idea to take her home. It was a tought situation, and you know how merciless people are..

His facial expression changed, I think he really understood our point of view, and how screwed WE actually were.
So, he thanked Khalid calmly and got Aishah inside the house.

On our way back home, we sat there surrounded by a cloud of thoughts, no one talked, we just let the music do it for us..

Khalid's point of view:

All I thought about was the way she was walking to the car, her smile , her frown.
The way she talked, the way she stood up even after all that happened. She didn't look like a girl, she looked like a fine lady. She was a lady who needed a man. She needed someone to protect her, and I couldn't help but wonder.. Was it me she needed?

Me: Amal, we don't need to tell them about what had happened, agreed?

Amal: Why not!? I'd love to tell dad about the time I met your boss bare footed!

Me: Amal! Stop!

Amal: Why so serious? Acting so damn mysterious!

She started singing this part about a hundred times because she claimed she couldn't get it out of her head.
Problem was, it was the only part she remembered.

Me: Okay, see that sign? As soon as we pass it, we stop talking 'til we get home.

Amal: What am I a kid? You don't have to play the shut'em up game with me. It's okay Khalid, get over it..

Me: Ok Amal, I'm sorry..

Amal: I don't forgive you!

she said trying to mess with me.

Me: It's not an option, it's a command. Forgive me I tell you!

Amal: I forgive you, as long as you don't drop me off in the nearest street bins!

We somehow managed to get back home alive.

Amal's point of view:

It was one a.m. And I was exhausted! I went back to my room and changed into pj's, only when I thought the day was over, I remembered that MOM WAS IN THE HOSPITAL!!

I slept the type of sleep that I did when I felt guilty. Tossing and turning, but can't do anything about it.

I was wide awake by the time of athan el fajr, I got up and prayed to God the baby would be healthy.

I went back to bed and slept out of exhaustion. I woke up at late 11, thank God yadoh wasn't around! I would've been lectured.

I freshened up and headed to the kitchen.In the kitchen I saw Khalid with BR's icecream.

Khalid: No ice cream before breakfast.

He made egg and tomato sandwiches and a dallah of tea with milk.

Me: Yuuum! Thank you Chef Khalid!

Khalid: We're going to see mother after this, get ready.

I swallowed as much of the sandwich as I can and washed it down with my tea and milk, then agreed to enjoy my ice cream while in the car.

I went back to my room and got dressed, threw my abaya and shailah on and ran out the door

I found yesterday's dinner in the car, I picked it up and threw it away. It reminded me of the crazy night we had, I still couldn't believe it.

At the hospital, father was waiting for us at the reception. He lead us to mother's room.

Me: Maamaaaaaa el7mdllah 3al salamh!

Mom: Allah ysalmch

She seemed tired and weak.

Me: Baba, what's wrong with mom?