Hello there,
thanks everyone for commenting <3 made me so happy. I started writing this just to pass time didn't think anyone would read. But hey, you never know what happens.
Anyways, some of you asked for a twitter account for the blog, its @headscarfblog
I'll post whenever i can, i just dont want to post for the sake of just posting then it doesn't turn out to be as good as i wanted it to be.
Oh and a big thank you to @Twistintimex for all the support. So sweet of you <3
Don't forget to tell me what you think, it kinda helps in shaping the story :p
I know this is quite short, but i'll post another one soon.
Enjoy.
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Fares looked at Butti quizzically as he left. Whats wrong with this dude? He thought.
To him, Butti was not acting normal for a while. Ever since the day he dropped by at the party in Palm Jumeirah. But the thought slipped away from Fares' careless head a millisecond after that. Fares did notice that something is wrong with Butti but will not allow himself to bother to look into it and find out. He turned to look at Nouf, who was shocked, he shrugged, "Let's go." She walked beside Fares, heading to where the rest have decided to have dinner. She couldn't help but feel guilty for making Butti worry, "Why is Butti mad?" asked Nouf.
"Because he always thinks that everything is his responsibility," He answered in a matter of fact tone while looking around. "What time is it now? it gets dark too early" He added as he spotted an interesting club.
Butti was back where he left his family. He was sitting there and being unusually talkative. He was trying to engage his mind in anything that he could possibly think about, other than the fact that he just came familiar with; the fact that he is falling for Nouf. As she and Fares walked into the restaurant, Nouf had an apologetic smile on and addressed the mothers, "Sorry i made you all worry, but we stopped to watch a street band. They were too good to be missed."
Fares's mother gave Nouf a motherly smile, "Its ok dear, its just Haifa and Butti that were over reacting." she turned to look at Butti, "You scared us running away like that!"
"Me?" He looked at his aunt in surprise, "She disappeared into somewhere" he rolled his eyes and ate what was left of the delicious eskandar kebab on his plate.
"She was with Fares enzain," added Maryam while the two took their seats. Nouf was sitting opposite to Butti and beside Lojain, while Fares grabbed a chair at the head of the table between his mom and Aunt. Dinner went smoothly other than the fact that Butti and Nouf never addressed each other in a conversation. Nouf wasn't sure how she felt. She's thankful that he cared to look out but why on Earth would he shout at her. But yet again, what do girls do. They get mad. Why? Because they can.
When they left the restaurant, Fares excused himself to go and meet some friends. His mother's expression changed to a sober expression. She knew exactly where her son was heading and tried to convince herself otherwise. "Butti won't you go with him", tried Fares's mom, it would give her a piece of mind. He nodded as he glared at Fares.
As they both walked away, Butti noticed Fares's nervousness. He was fidgeting with his iPhone and looking around impatiently huffing and puffing.
"Now What?!" snapped Butti
Fares stopped walking and turned to face Butti. "So now you're going to babysit me?"
Butti walked passed him, hitting him shoulder to shoulder, "only if you'll act like one"
Fares was getting furious, he knows Butti and his conscious. He'll butt in to stop Fares from doing anything he might regret. "I'm meeting up with Keith and.... Nathan", he said as he squeezed his eyes in fear of the next anger tantrum that Butti will have with the mention of Nathan's name.
(Keith was one of Butti and Fares's good American friends during their years of studying in the United States and went on trips with them often. Nathan, on the other hand, was Fares's friend only, he was a trouble maker, a player, a gambler and a source of whatever problem you could think of. He was always ready to travel and have fun. Never would he reject any offer from Fares. A rich Arab with all his hospitality nature will serve you the best vacation as he will always offer to pay. Thats the beauty of being Fares's friend, noted Nathan. Nathan always got Fares into deep deep problems. The last problem, though not the worst, was that he lost hundred of thousands of Fares's dollars in gambling. However, he was never to be seen in the same place as Butti or a fight will stir up. You could sense the spark of negative energy in the air waiting to start a fire.)
Butti stopped walking and clenched his fists in an attempt to hold his temper. You're not his father, He reminded himself. He turned around to be only an inch away from Fares,
"You're on your own," Butti said as he poked Fares's chest with his index finger, "First, i used to help you because God only knows how much I care about you, then it was for your poor mom but," he sighed and stepped back. "Now, Fares, you'll have to clean your own shit, don't come running to me", his eyes were sparkling with fury and his tone was extremely bitter and harsh. "A friend once told me, there's only so much you could do", he patted Fares's shoulders with a sad smile and walked back towards the apartment.
Enough is enough, he said to himself.
thanks everyone for commenting <3 made me so happy. I started writing this just to pass time didn't think anyone would read. But hey, you never know what happens.
Anyways, some of you asked for a twitter account for the blog, its @headscarfblog
I'll post whenever i can, i just dont want to post for the sake of just posting then it doesn't turn out to be as good as i wanted it to be.
Oh and a big thank you to @Twistintimex for all the support. So sweet of you <3
Don't forget to tell me what you think, it kinda helps in shaping the story :p
I know this is quite short, but i'll post another one soon.
Enjoy.
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Fares looked at Butti quizzically as he left. Whats wrong with this dude? He thought.
To him, Butti was not acting normal for a while. Ever since the day he dropped by at the party in Palm Jumeirah. But the thought slipped away from Fares' careless head a millisecond after that. Fares did notice that something is wrong with Butti but will not allow himself to bother to look into it and find out. He turned to look at Nouf, who was shocked, he shrugged, "Let's go." She walked beside Fares, heading to where the rest have decided to have dinner. She couldn't help but feel guilty for making Butti worry, "Why is Butti mad?" asked Nouf.
"Because he always thinks that everything is his responsibility," He answered in a matter of fact tone while looking around. "What time is it now? it gets dark too early" He added as he spotted an interesting club.
Butti was back where he left his family. He was sitting there and being unusually talkative. He was trying to engage his mind in anything that he could possibly think about, other than the fact that he just came familiar with; the fact that he is falling for Nouf. As she and Fares walked into the restaurant, Nouf had an apologetic smile on and addressed the mothers, "Sorry i made you all worry, but we stopped to watch a street band. They were too good to be missed."
Fares's mother gave Nouf a motherly smile, "Its ok dear, its just Haifa and Butti that were over reacting." she turned to look at Butti, "You scared us running away like that!"
"Me?" He looked at his aunt in surprise, "She disappeared into somewhere" he rolled his eyes and ate what was left of the delicious eskandar kebab on his plate.
"She was with Fares enzain," added Maryam while the two took their seats. Nouf was sitting opposite to Butti and beside Lojain, while Fares grabbed a chair at the head of the table between his mom and Aunt. Dinner went smoothly other than the fact that Butti and Nouf never addressed each other in a conversation. Nouf wasn't sure how she felt. She's thankful that he cared to look out but why on Earth would he shout at her. But yet again, what do girls do. They get mad. Why? Because they can.
When they left the restaurant, Fares excused himself to go and meet some friends. His mother's expression changed to a sober expression. She knew exactly where her son was heading and tried to convince herself otherwise. "Butti won't you go with him", tried Fares's mom, it would give her a piece of mind. He nodded as he glared at Fares.
As they both walked away, Butti noticed Fares's nervousness. He was fidgeting with his iPhone and looking around impatiently huffing and puffing.
"Now What?!" snapped Butti
Fares stopped walking and turned to face Butti. "So now you're going to babysit me?"
Butti walked passed him, hitting him shoulder to shoulder, "only if you'll act like one"
Fares was getting furious, he knows Butti and his conscious. He'll butt in to stop Fares from doing anything he might regret. "I'm meeting up with Keith and.... Nathan", he said as he squeezed his eyes in fear of the next anger tantrum that Butti will have with the mention of Nathan's name.
(Keith was one of Butti and Fares's good American friends during their years of studying in the United States and went on trips with them often. Nathan, on the other hand, was Fares's friend only, he was a trouble maker, a player, a gambler and a source of whatever problem you could think of. He was always ready to travel and have fun. Never would he reject any offer from Fares. A rich Arab with all his hospitality nature will serve you the best vacation as he will always offer to pay. Thats the beauty of being Fares's friend, noted Nathan. Nathan always got Fares into deep deep problems. The last problem, though not the worst, was that he lost hundred of thousands of Fares's dollars in gambling. However, he was never to be seen in the same place as Butti or a fight will stir up. You could sense the spark of negative energy in the air waiting to start a fire.)
Butti stopped walking and clenched his fists in an attempt to hold his temper. You're not his father, He reminded himself. He turned around to be only an inch away from Fares,
"You're on your own," Butti said as he poked Fares's chest with his index finger, "First, i used to help you because God only knows how much I care about you, then it was for your poor mom but," he sighed and stepped back. "Now, Fares, you'll have to clean your own shit, don't come running to me", his eyes were sparkling with fury and his tone was extremely bitter and harsh. "A friend once told me, there's only so much you could do", he patted Fares's shoulders with a sad smile and walked back towards the apartment.
Enough is enough, he said to himself.
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