"Hammza~ you're so lucky today! I'm going to take you to my secret place!"This was what the 8 years old me whispered to the 12 years old shy cousin of mine while shaking him off sleep early in the morning.He seemed a bit reluctant while looking at my swollen face from sleep and very messy hair, he rubbed his eyes and then genuinely asked, "Are you taking me to the toy store to buy you a new doll? Nana warned me not to let you take advantage of me again."I humphed then angrily rebuffed, "when did I take advantage of you? And what toy store opens this early in the morning? Since you're being so cheap I changed my mind, I will go out alone to play and leave you here with Nana to chat with her all day long!"In barely a few minutes, he was already prepared to go stroll the streets with me, he stood at the bathroom door and watched me brush my hair silently.After I finished tightly holding it in a bun, I handed him a plastic bag and ordered, "Hide it well! We're going to need it later.
"Are you jealous Hamza?" I asked again with more determination as I noticed his eyes escaping mine.Yet, he refused to answer.He swiftly pecked my lips again, then started walking further into the garden leaving me behind.I usually don't stubbornly insist on receiving an answer once my questions are ignored, but I felt wronged after being roughly kissed because my husband's heart was stirred over an unknown reason! What if we go further than kissing later this night, will I simply accept to die without knowing why?"Hamza! How dare you just ignore me?" I shouted impatiently.He stopped walking, then calmly replied to my question while giving me his back, "If you want the truth, then Yes, I'm jealous."As if that was not enough confirmation, he turned to properly face me and repeated firmly:"I'm Jealous Inaya, I am Jealous."Well, women in this situation usually feel pleased and satisfied, some even try to create competition to make their men jealous but I wasn't the tiniest bit hap
When Hamza finally reached me, he lifted his hand towards my head, then as he passed his fingers through my hair he calmly said, "why are you walking in the open air with wet hair, are you planning to fall sick again so as I pamper you? You don't need to be sick to get that."What the hell is this man saying to me in front of the public!!Once he finished speaking, my father-in-law who already had a flushed face gained a darker shade of redness probably embarrassed that he failed to morally educate his shameless son.Akrem suddenly decided to admire the beauty of the big painting hanging on the wall, while doing that, his face mysteriously had a rare smirk on it.As for Nadir, he maintained his original unperturbed smile.And I, ladies and gentlemen, felt that it was unnecessary to go find a hairdryer and blow my hair since all the water probably evaporated from the heat in my face and head!Seeing how much I was blushing and avoiding his gaze, Hamza gently stroked both my cheeks with
Does love have only one shape and size?Certainly not.In my life, many people received my love, and I was given the love of so many as well, but no one weighs inside my heart as much as any other does, or is loved in the same way.This applies to everyone, we all give and receive different kinds and amounts of love.It applies to Nadir as well, I guess he strangely ended up giving me a warm spot inside his heart, one that is not attributed to any kind of ulterior motives or hidden desires, just simply a brotherly love, a thing Hamza couldn't quite believe.As to how my dense highness came to realize Nadir's affections and my husband's unnecessary stubbornness, it is of course because I was clearly and directly informed of these two facts, the situations in which I received this valuable info were rather a bit complex though.You see, it all started with my husband when the makeup artist was working her magic on my face, I was spending that time reflecting on all the recent happenings
How was our visit to the farm?Well, it was disastrous.To be honest, I didn't have high hopes right from the start, precisely from the moment I walked inside the guest's hall and saw my mother-in-law speaking on the phone with some acquaintance of hers.What I heard was her saying, "if she's busy today then she would free her schedule once you tell her Hamza is going to be there! She adores him, she always doted upon him as if he's a son of hers!__"You see, there are moments in this life when you have this bad premonition coming from the deepest of your suddenly activated sixth sense, like this overwhelming and undoubted belief that you're going to have a really bad day for sure and you start to feel uncomfortable immediately, I had loads of this while making my way across the guest's hall towards my husband.Hamza, being Hamza, had his cold eyes on me ever since the moment I walked through the door until I sat on the sofa beside him, for an obvious reason, of course, that is me wal
Akrem never asked anything from me, to be precise, I don't even remember him talking to me first at all, it was I who initiated most of our previous conversations.So when he strangely said, "Mrs. Filladi, can I ask a favor from you?"I felt both confused and obliged to agree to hear his request, whatever it was.To be honest, more than anything else, I was actually "very" curious to know what he was about to say! By very curious, I particularly mean I was showing all the symptoms of a "psyched journalist" in front of that man: my eyes were bulging, I was blinking so much the one might think I lost control over my eyelids, I stopped breathing, and I typically tilted my head to the side a bit to listen more attentively, thankfully Akrem was so immersed in his struggle to notice how strange I was acting.I mean just put your selves in my shoes, this man is the definition of acting independently and not asking for a favor from anyone, he even once knocked Ines's ex unconscious and almost
I had to meet a lot of people...When all the guests were escorted to the large garden to have a refreshing walk I thought that was about what we'll actually do there, much to my annoyance though, the moment we stepped a foot inside the garden people started coming from everywhere in turns, so In the end, I didn't get to enjoy the walk since I had to talk to them all instead, I knew half of them already from my previous jobs, as for the rest I had to quickly remember their names and status, occasionally, I had to remember the names of their children and the families related to them, although there weren't many guests compared to the party my mother-in-law recently organized, still, the number of people that suddenly had to find a place inside my memory was beyond the limit I could handle.I was tasked to remember a lot of people too when I first started working after graduation, I objectively think that it wasn't even necessary for me to know the backgrounds of various people unless I
When following Ines I didn't run she did, I only walked a bit quicker than my usual pace and I dragged my husband along, while we were leaving the garden though, I was surprised to see Nadir tagging along with us as well.What surprised me wasn't seeing Nadir coming with us since after all, the woman who run after another man as if he was the center of her universe was his fiancée, and he had every right to go see how further she could be inconsiderate and not mindful of his existence, what was surprising though is that he was walking beside Hamza actually, and they both showed the same expression on their faces and seemed to have a tacit agreement, to have both these men reunited for the same purpose is indeed both surprising and epic!When we finally reached the interior gate, except for the journalists there was none among the trio we followed in sight, as I was struggling to think of a place where they should be Hamza calmly said, "They should be in the parking lot""It's over the
Ines Filladi always knew that she should never marry a man that she liked more than he liked her because her brother's failing marriage gave her the trauma of her life.There isn't a single person in the Filladi's close circle of acquaintances who failed to notice how infatuated Hamza is with his wife, whenever Inaya was in his surrounding, his eyes would always carefully watch her every little movement, if he was spotted spacing out while looking at something in the far distance, it was unnecessary to curiously follow his gaze and see what he was looking at since most certainly, a little sun-kissed woman with a long dark hair would be standing at that faraway spot.Since everyone could tell, and even those who poorly knew Hamza, how come Inaya still had no idea and acted indifferent toward him?? Ines found only one explanation for this: that Inaya truly had not a single emotion nor care for Hamza, therefore, he was only wasting his life on an undeserving woman.She remembers clearly
Hamza is still a man who is hard to read.For example, I thought he was totally ok with my father-in-law keeping Ayoub in his care, however, when our cars coming from the hospital finally reached the villa, he suddenly refused to let my father-in-law have Ayoub for a moment longer, like the very instant our car stopped he calmly walked out without even throwing any sort of remark to me, because usually, he would bossily give orders like, "Inaya, wait here." "Wait for me to come back." "Stay in the car".So yes, he just forgot about me, he walked out and directly headed towards his father's car, personally opened his father's seat door, held the baby in his arms, and as he was about to walk away he remembered to look back at the dumbfounded old man left behind and say, "thank you."What he probably meant was, "your time is up, now I'm taking my son back."While looking at him I initially thought the reason he so suddenly decided to make Mr buelguassem's face turn red with anger, is
Life is very unpredictable.For example, that night... my husband hugged me and I went to sleep.When I opened my eyes the next time, I found my husband still sleeping beside me and circling his arms around me, there was a little difference though. We were not in our room, we were on a hospital bed instead.There was an IV drip connected to my arm, looking on top of my head, I saw the saline bottle hanging on the stand.The first thought I had was that my baby was gone, but before I even started to panic, I felt the baby's movement in my belly so I breathed in relief, as long as he still moved it meant that everything was fine.I made a little movement as I checked on the baby, and that was enough to wake Hamza up...The moment he opened his eyes, he quickly uncircled his arms from around me and leaned on them to lift his torso and look at me.When he saw that I was wide awake and blinking my eyes in confusion while staring at him he didn't wait for the slightest moment before his lip
How does it feel to know that your son won't probably come to life?Let's just skip this part and more practically ask, What to do to cope with the fact you know your son won't probably come to life?1- at all costs, avoid looking at baby products...Because their sight will unnecessarily break your heart to pieces, and bring tears to your eyes, so if for example you were randomly watching TV and diaper ads suddenly jumped on the screen from nowhere then you have to immediately change the channel or turn the TV off, if you have your husband sitting with you then you can depend on him in catching the remote control in the speed of light and using it to make the ad disappear, because usually when such sad ads show up... Your pregnancy hormones act quicker than your reflexes and you might need the help of someone else because you'll be busy having your heart aching.I'm someone who is a TV addict, by TV addict I precisely mean that I don't necessarily like watching a certain category of
A day passed... Then two...A week... Then two...Months followed and my child still lived!I must say this child sure inherited all Hamza's genes and neglected mine, otherwise, how come when literally there was no hope left he still survived?I guarantee you, when I give birth to this little devil, he would come out silently, Then start inspecting his surrounding without crying, and would only gaze at the nurse coldly waiting for her to cover him with clothes, I suppose his father did the same thing as well.The child is a boy... If I should define his gender, a very stubborn and willful boy to be precise, for example when a second doctor was doing my ultrasound after reading my file and coming to know how terrible my condition always was, with a very surprised face she informed us, "the fetus is developing in the norms."When I smiled and thanked her for reassuring us, she repeated as if we didn't hear her the first time, "his growth is normal, he's normal in size, and there are no
Spending time at the hospital alone for the majority of the time was truly a chance for me to appreciate all I had.Of course, there were always nurses by my side and doctors... The family visited as well, even my mother-in-law put on her most elegant of clothes and jewelry and then came to visit me, since no outsider knew about my pregnancy the possibility of her coming to see me only to put a facade in front of her acquaintances was disqualified, in fact, by coming to see me she was, on the contrary creating trouble for herself if she were ever to be caught by someone she knew, yet she made all the effort only to stand at the top of my head and scald me, "Did you have to fight with your husband while being pregnant and send your self to the hospital? I understand your temper is very short but you have to be more patient now! If you two can't stay in the same room without quarreling then you should have occupied separate rooms! Etc."Even my father-in-law decided to put an end to his
When I first discovered I was pregnant for the second time, no matter what everyone said, I truly believed this was the miracle of my life.So one night when I was about to go to sleep, I looked at my husband who naturally was still working as if working like he had no tomorrow would win him a ticket to paradise.Anyways after scalding him and expressing how much I hated his habit of always preferring the sight of papers instead of enjoying his rest time with me, his highness was forced to turn off his laptop and come lie beside me on to the bed to accompany me to sleep.Being me, I quickly buried myself in his warmth while asking, "don't you think it's better this way? Being with me instead of restlessly working? There's no point in building an empire on earth if you'd neglect what should be treasured more than money.""I'm trying to solve a few matters beforehand because I will have to spend more time watching over you from now on." He explained calmly...Although his explanation co
Hamza developed a new habit, of being extra rude to people.This man is, with no exaggeration whatsoever, one of the least sociable of people I ever met, for example once when we visited a certain farm with his family, and we found a lot of guests there, it was only natural and awaited from us to blend in among the rest of the guests.Still, this very arrogant person only spoke with a limited list of people, and it was mainly to them that I was introduced, as for the rest of the guests who by the way were overly welcoming, they were facelessly ignored.At first, I thought Hamza is one of those people who treat others according to their class and money, which is indirectly offending to me because I'm not someone who was born in a castle, it was inevitable to think "what if this man didn't blindly fall for me, would I be belittled and ignored this way?".But as I walked more around in his company I finally realized the people he spoke with belonged to only 2 categories,1- his business
How was it like to be pregnant alone for the first time?1. I discovered I was pregnant around the seventh week.I was very busy with work around that time to care for myself, I only suspected I was pregnant because I was feeling tired and nauseous most of the time and it was happening for a hell much longer to just assume I was nauseous because I ate bad food, I took the test one morning, and when it came out positive, I had no idea what to do or what to think, so I called my husband who was then at work, much not to my surprise though, it was his secretary who answered and said he was at an important meeting.I remember taking the day off after much trouble, then going to consult the gynecologist alone, where I was informed not only about my pregnancy but also about my particular case.I went back home soon after, then spent the whole day just sitting alone and staring at space, I wasn't happy that I was pregnant at all, in fact, I spent a long time only blaming myself for not takin