"What do you mean I should go today?" I shouted at the guy in the other line.
"I am sorry, sir. It's for the sake of our organization."
"You know it's my mother's birthday, how can I leave her?" I took a deep breath, calming myself down. It wasn't his fault. He is just my assistant, after all.
"Okay, call them back, and tell them I am coming. You can take the rest of the days off, Sarah will come with me." I told him, calmly. It was indeed a good thing. However, today is her birthday.
"What happened, sir?" Said Sarah, from beside me in the car.
Sarah was my personal assistant, she is like a little sister to me. We prepared a whole surprise party for my mother. Now we will postpone it.
I have other more important matters.
"We need to fly to France, Tonight,"
"Wow, that's a good thing, don't tell me they accepted your offer." She shouted, making me smile at her loudness.
"But, how about-"
I gave her a bored look. " Finally, everything we planned will go wasted," she frowned, sinking back in the back seat of my car.
I didn't know what to feel, I should be happy but my mother will be all alone on her birthday. That's horrible.
I looked outside the window; it was an exquisitely sunny day. I always loved the smell of nature on days like these. The trees shake softly at the soft wind hitting them. How refreshing!
I sighed, observing as students walk as we passed by the local high school, heading to their first classes. There was this girl that caught my attention.
She was walking slowly, her head bent down like she was scared anyone would notice her. She was in a hijab, wearing baggy clothes.
"Hey Amayas, please stop the car," The two turned towards me, confusion written on their expressions.
I got out of the car and watched as she got inside the school's gates. Everyone was looking at her, judging her. Something was wrong, and I knew it.
I watched as a group of girls approached her. One of them grabbed her scarf and throw it to the now-gathering students. If only I could get inside.
I got inside the car and grabbed the box Sarah bought for my mother; I looked apologetically at her.
"Take this to that girl," I said, pointing to the now running girl inside, I took some tissues and put them inside.
I promise I will find you when I come back; I thought.
ASSIREM
Someone again saved me, I thought.
I couldn't imagine what could have happened if this handsome gentleman didn't come.
"I told you, I would be back," He said with a rich, powerful deep voice.
Mashallah, he was very good-looking. He had dark brown silky hair, the same color as his sparkling beautiful eyes. Sun-kissed skin glowing even in this cold cloudy weather. A perfect jawline and red plump lips graced his almost perfect features. He looked so young.
He runs his right hand through his short hair, giving a perfect view of his expensive-looking watch underneath his navy blue suit. I quickly averted my gaze to the ground, Asthaghfiru Allah.
"I want you to come with me," I shook my head, not wanting any help from anyone.
"Where are your parents? What is your name?" I raised my eyes, meeting his mesmerizing ones, holding a soft look.
"Why are you trying to help me?" I breathed, "It's been almost a week and no one ever dared to ask why am I on the streets, why you?" I added.
"Because I was in the same situation years ago," he said, bending his head down and biting his red cherry lips.
"Why should I trust you?" I asked, looking intensely in his eyes, hoping I would catch a hint of a lie, but there was none.
"I think you have no choice, either you come with me or you stay starving here with losers bullying you and you stand as you stood a few moments ago frozen," My eyes widened at the harshness in his voice.
"This wasn't the first time I see people do that to you," I looked confusingly at the young man.
"I saw you that day at school," He added.
He was the one who sent that woman!
"When I come back, I will come to your rescue." that's what the note he wrote said.
"How am I supposed to come with you when you left them to do that, with you doing nothing?" I told him, standing my ground.
No way I would trust him.
Look where trust led me to.
"Again, you have no choice but to come with me, anyway, what's your name?" I felt my heartache at his words, I really had no choice.
After all, I was homeless.
"Assirem," I answered, using the name my father used to call me. The name that I always adored. It's 'hope' in Tamazight.
No more Karima, this would be my name from now on.
"Okay, little hope, I am Aylan, now I hope you forgive me for my foolish actions," He said before picking me up and putting me on his back with my stuff in another.
flashback:Amazing it is to have somebody you can rely on, to know that no matter how tough life gets you always have arms to run to without the fear of being judged or misunderstood.That person for me as most people in the universe is the one who brought to this world, my mother.I sank further into the back seat of my car, holding a small emerald box. A gift I brought for my mother dearest, the kindest of them all.She sacrificed her whole life and youth into raising the man I became today. She dressed me, fed me, and made sure I never lacked anything nor let me shed a single tear. The person who never thought of herself only me and my well-being.Today was her birthday, how excited I was to see her reaction to this little surprise we prepared for her.I rolled down the window and let the morning fresh air invade us. Me, my secretary and my driver/I don't understand why peo
He caught me off guard as he slung me on his back, effortlessly, like I was lighter than a feather. He let out some chuckles as I squirmed and never let him have his way. People watched, confusion, curiosity, and even disgust written on their faces. They wondered why would such a fine man carry a homeless girl like me. Me either. I felt my heart beat so fast; I was scared and also curious why he is doing this? However, I had no choice but to follow. What if he wasn't bad and is just trying to help? People still stared, they watched and saw how I slept in that dirty corner, all dirty with dust and mud; they witnessed how I ate those sandwiches I afforded to buy, like I never ate food my whole life, a week of suffering, agony, and pain. Guilt and dilemma were eating me. Did I do the right choice? Life turns and turns until we find ourselves in different situations, different places with different people, that's among life's secrets. It's too fake and
" Karima honey, get down here. Your dad has a surprise for you" shouted my dad from the living room.He is here, my father is home.I run down the stairs excited to see my, I long for him. He is a fireman and has been away for three days. I know for some people it would be normal, but for me, No!!!I adore my dad, he has been here for me since the day I was born, for a whole 13 years he never said no to me. He treats me like a princess, and took care of me, my mom is a surgeon so she is rarely home, I spend most of my time with my daddy.I saw him sitting on the couch in the living room holding a sky blue box, while tapping his foot on the ground impatiently.Onething My Father dislikes is waiting, and well I made him wait.I bounced on him hugging from behind. Tightly letting him know I missed him so much. He turned around and looked at me, chuckling softly while pating my head." Oh, your daddy misses you too, prin
"Honey, wake up." a soft tender voice told me." It's time for you to wake up, dear." It said again.Who is this? Who could wake me up?OH! IT'S MOM.
Did you ever ask yourself these questions?Why does everyone I got close to leave me?Am I the reason behind there departure?Do I have a fatal disease that drive every person away from me?Well, I never wondered such things until this moment.I stood there looking at my one and only childhood friend, Tania, as she jokes and laughs with the most unexpected people, My bullies.I made my way to the school entrance ignoring the stinging feeling in my heart. She got tired of me.Is that a new feeling? No.Did I expect that? absolutely yes.I was always wondering when would she get tired of me and my pathetic excuse of a life. As they all did.Everytime I think I made a friend, they leave and side up with 'them'.Tania, was different. She was my savior, my shoulder to cry on, the person who always catch me before I fall.She was my only hope, the person that cleans
Everyone was laughing at my weak state, some even recorded.My whole life I covered myself, now everyone saw my hair, saw me in such pathetic state.A coward, a crybaby.My hijab off.My whole life, I was nice to everyone, I helped anyone, never judged nor insulted anyone.Only because my precious god told us to do good to those who did bad to us and never stop at their level, it was the most painful punishment.Yet, all that people did is despise me, judge me, insult me. Why?Is it because I had no one to protect me?, or was it all a test from god?I never let anything get to me, not even when Melissa and her friends, beat me up.Not even when I saw my childhood friend with my enemies.However, this was inacceptable. They took it too far. *She* took it too far.I looked at my reflection i
"Where the hell did you get that scarf from?" He roared,There we go again."I-I- got this from a friend." I stuttered,I stopped to face him as I was midway through the stairs trying to go to my room without him noticing me, but guess what?Mission escape failed."From a friend? What friend huh? since when do you have friends, you worthless piece of shit?" He shouted making me flinch at his tone.His face and eyes were bloodshot, he was reeking of alcohol and he was angry. I started shaking in fear knowing I was doomed and there is no one to save me from his wrath.He will hit me again for sure.Ya Allah! When would all this stop?"It was from a classmate of mine..... s-since mine g-ot d-d-irty." I said slowly looking down, not daring to meet his furious calculative eyes.He chuckled darkly, his hoarse voice echoing through the whole empty house."It was from a guy, right?" He slurred, his words barely aud
"Strip,"I froze after hearing what the devil himself said.I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid.How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this?I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me."Don't you dare run, trust me, you will only make it worse for you," And I cried, fat tears started streaming down my pale face like a flowing river, not daring to stop.I knew too well what he was talking about; he was trying to steal away the innocence and pureness I was trying my entire life to protect. He wanted to discard me like a flower and leave me unwanted and dirty.I run to the door, trying to open it.