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Hello everyone! I'm soooo sorry I took so long to post again! Here's for the delay !
OH and btw, Reem is Omar's best friend. She's also Haifa's best friend. (just to clear up so there's no confusion)! Enjoy ;)

I wake up to the fuzzy image of knocked over Prozac bottles, a ripped-open plastic needle case, and to a blurred outline of what looked like Rose.

The words were still stuck in my head.
“Face the reality , reality, reality, reality, reality, reality, reality, reality, reality, reality, reality, reality.”

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Almost 2 years ago

“Omar, you can’t do this, you don’t know how she feels about you!!”

“REEM! I DON’T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE! 5alaaaaaa9 magdar, I’ve waited LONG enough.”

“Omar, trust me, you don’t wana do this. I’m your best friend, but I’m Haifa’s best friend as well. I want what’s best for both of you, and just trust me when I say this, you DO NOT want to do what you’re about to do.”

“Why? Why do you think it’s such a bad idea? I have to let her know how I feel.”

“Bas. You’re only going to end up hurting yourself!”

“La 7ilfi bas? How exactly?”

“JUST DON’T DO IT! BAS OMAR! THINK ABOUT THIS AND DONT BE IRRATIONAL! BASIK 3AD! THINK!”

“No, this is the one time I’m not going to listen to you. I want this, I need her in my life.”

“FINE! Do whatever you want! But don’t make me say I told you so!”

“What the HELL is your problem? Why don’t you want me to do this?”

“What the hell is my problem giltlee? Okay Omar, go over to Haifa’s. Tell her how you feel! DO IT! It’s SUCH a GOOD IDEA! Go!”

“OKAY! I WILL! THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT!” and I hung up. Hay best friend? A best friend wants what’s best for you. This is what I want, why doesn’t she want it for me as well? A5555 I just don’t get this girl sometimes.

I picked up my phone. Menu, Messages, New Message, Text Message. To : Reem. I’m sorry about earlier, I was rude, but I have to do this. You know how I am, lama a7i6 shay in my head, I won’t stop until I get it. If you really wana stop me, give me a good reason not to do what I’m about to do.

I hit the shower, changed, sprayed on some perfume and hopped into my Mercedes.

Haifa’s parents were out for the weekend, so I knew it would be fine for me to head over.

The 15 minute drive felt like it was 15 hours, with my heart pacing along with every engine rev, but I finally got there.

I checked my phone one last time before I got down, but still nothing from Reem. No message, no missed call. I feel like shit about what happened earlier, and I’m starting to have a bad feeling about this. Bs 5ala9, I’ve come this far, and I got into a fight with Reem over this, I’m not going to back out. I walked towards the door, and stood there. I was scared to knock the door. I didn’t know what I was going to say, or do. I haven’t thought about this, at ALL.

I took a deep breath, clenched my fist, and just as I was going to knock the door, something caught my eye by the window. I looked through, and saw something I never thought I’d see in my life, ever.

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