This post is dedicated
to my lovely reader @kuwait2words xx
اللهم طولك يا روح .. على حبيبي
اللي ملاني جروح ..
يزعل يوم و يرضى يوم .. و يوم يريد
عني يروح ..
هو اليغلط ولازم انا اترجاه .. اصل
المشكلة اعشقه و اهواه ..
يجرحني و يتركني .. ايش قد اتعذب
وياه ..
Ee wallah (اللهم طولك
ياا روح
) …
There’re many different types of
people in this universe, and through experience you’ll get to meet many of
these types, also not ALL of them will have or find a space in your heart, in
other words, some aren’t welcome to stay in your heart …
Also there are those type of
people when you first meet them “ trta7oun lhm” .. you start to trust them a
lot, and share your secrets with them, and try your best to make them happy, to
draw the smile on their face, because
they’re the reason behind your PRETTY smile <3
Finally, there’re another type of
people, who you love the most and try your best to keep your friendship\relationship
going positively, although, they never fail to hurt you, and instead of “ making
your day” they are actually “ ruining it” but you forgive them once , twice,
and … just because your heart choose to suffer for their sake, to live in pain
with them, and you are afraid that you would lose it, if you lost them.
Let me tell you my own experience
with my 9 years old boy cousin.. our story started from that day, first you
have to know few things about my cousin attitude, he’s so “de3laa” always fight
with my other younger cousins, he always keep saying bad words to his nanny,
and he doesn’t respect people older than him, except my grandma, do you know
why? Because she always give him gifts, y3ni ma9l7aa =)) ..
Anyway,
my story with him started before 2 years ago, when he was 7 years old, his
mother “wledt” a lovely baby brother for him. since that day, all the attention
was turned to him *baby*, and my 7 years old cousin was ignored…
At our
weekly gathering on Friday , I had some art project so after lunch I went upstairs
to have some peace away from”7annat” children, so I can enjoy my time drawing peacefully
..
After
few minutes all my cousins came upstairs jumping, shouting oo sar ez3aaajj !! I
gave up, I decided to complete my drawing beside the beach in our chalet,
because we are going to chalet after this gathering <3
I held
the new born baby, ukho the 7 years old cousin, oo knt al3beh, agoula “teyaa”
oo chi stuff ;p
“teyaa”wela
“teraa7”? fahmtouha? xp adry maleeqaa :(::
bs wait, wait abe a3ref hl kelma shnu t3ny::? I’m furious =)) laa jaad
walla? جد ولا جده ؟ la khala9 sorry :$ kamlaw eggraaw =)) ‘’eggraw” wela “milkraw”
la khala9 yuba toouubaa a3ln ense7abyy::: shaswy 7addy fa9laa mu neg6a. oo
salamtkum:*
I hope
‘3yrt your mood shway? :p .. anyway, yala bk to my story, wein kena? .. ee I was playing with my baby cousin
when suddenly I saw Nasser *my 7 yrs old cousin* holding a knife and his nanny
was trying to take it away from his hands, he came walking towards me with that
knife, walla wakt’ha 7aseet nafsyy ely bl aflaam!! La shu3orya’a I placed his
baby brother beside me in the couch, and screamed my lungs out!
“NASSSERRR
STOPPP ITTT!!!!!!!”
“JEEEAANAAAA
REMOVE TH KNIFE FROM HIS HANDSS PLEASEEEEE!!!!!”
*jeanaa
is the name of his nanny*
SUDDENLYYYY
!!!!!!!!!!!
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To be
continued …
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