ATW - 2

Hi guys, sorry for the short post, but I'm really busy with this economics portfolio at uni ! grr :@ fa gilt akeed everyone wants to know what happens next, so I'm gna post this before I leave to uni ! Enjoy :)

“How are you feeling today, Omar?”

“I’m better, much” I said, choking the words out of my voice box, making it seem like I was actually feeling better when my heart was sinking in the dumps of depression.

“Today we’re trying something different.” She said callously. Everything she’s been trying to do to me for the past ma3arf kam shahar hasn’t been working. None of it. Nothing will change what happened that night.

“Oh really? What is it?” I said, not caring what new method she was following in order to enliven the lifeless soul within me.

“It’s a bit tough, but I think it’s the right time. Afterall, you’ve in this state for almost 15 months now. The only way anyone could really get over something that happened is by facing the reality of it.” She said, looking me straight in the eye, taking out what looked like a needle.

I did not like the sound of this, and I could feel a sudden rush of heat scurrying through my body, forcefully making its way to my head. I started having a slight feeling of nausea, and I got the sudden need of having to sit down.

After that, everything after that was a blur. I do recall remembering these three things though:

A knife ... Blood on my hands .... Haifa

ATW - 1

Here it goes. Let me know what you think !

It was almost two years ago, when my life was perfect, well almost. Now I’m stuck in this hell hole which used to be my personal utopia. Il dinya dawara ya nas, il dinya dawara. I just don’t get it. Why me? Why? What did I do to deserve this? Before this ever happened, I was on the honor role, popular, very popular, and most importantly, I was happy. I had everything that people looked at as the fundamentals of having a good life, and quite honestly, I did! Everything around me was positive, and somehow, I managed to keep my mind off of everything that had happened before I moved here. But now, it's happening all over again, and I can tell this time.

My new best friend here, Maha, was the greatest friend you could ever have. And although people looked down on us sometimes, because our friendship involved friends of the opposite sex, we were MORE than happy as friends. Yes, sometimes it does, or shall I say did, piss me off that we can’t hang out outside of school, given that her family reputation doesn’t allow her to talk to a guy. But overall, we still managed to be the best of friends within the walls of our school, and of course through MSN, phone calls, and so on. I didn’t care what people thought about our friendship, or what fictitious rumor they decided to 6ali3 about us now.
"Omg I heard he invited her over to his house!"
"Omg did you hear the latest development between Maha and Omar?"
"It's so obvious he has something for her, and she's so naive that she doesn't notice. How can she not notice, how! It makes me sick"
"BLA , BLA , BLA!"

Who cares?! We're just friends! And we both know that. So why worry about people gossiping about something you didn't do? I didn't care, and soon enough, Maha learned how not to care as well. But now, after what happened, it’s like I don’t even know her. Since when did she care about what people say about us, about me, about HER!? Gossiping actually became part of my life, something I’m used to being a part of. Well no, don’t get it like that. I don’t gossip, bil3ax, I hate it. What I should have said is that I grew accustomed to being -

...

"Omar, are you awake?"

Shit, my nurse's here, bakamel ba3dain...

"Yes Rose, I'm awake, come in."

Hello !!

Hi everyone :)

This new blog/story thing is becoming a sensation, and everyone seems to enjoy reading them! However, as I noticed, most of the authors of these blogs are girls.

So, as a guy, I thought it would be interesting to create and write a blog myself, to see whether people would enjoy reading or not!

Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

Thanks