I'll Carry The Weight Off Your Shoulders

She had an air that made people around her happy. No one knew that she had the weight if the world on her shoulders. She fake smiled her way through school, people actually believed she had a perfect life. She used to anyway, it wasn't perfect but it was better than the hell she was living in. 

Now she's just that pale faced tired girl with bags under her eyes; a pitiful sight. She can't stop worrying about the people around her, she's not sleeping; suffering from insomnia. She was used to the peace, quiet, and comfort of her own home but due to her sleeping arrangements, she now lives in chaos and noise. Sometimes the noise was real and sometimes it was her loud thoughts. Some nights she felt like her thoughts haunted her. 

She's suffering but she's still patient she's hurt but she's not broken. She won't cry, no, her pride wouldn't let her. She needed someone by her side to hold her and help her, but no one was there; they were all concerned with their own problems. But he, yes HE gave her hope. He'd stay awake all night waiting for her to sleep. Sooth her with his words until she feels peace; somehow he always knew what to say. He occupied her thoughts and got her mind off situations. He was patient with her, he listened when she rambled about her teachers, gave her advice when she had a problem, and calmed and soothed her when she cried. He was her hero -after her father-, her mentor, and her prince charming.

 It came as a huge shock to her when he told her about his feelings. After all, how can someone love a person who is as damaged as she is? She declined his feelings claiming that they weren't true. He was devastated but he stayed with her. She knew he was in love; it showed in his writings -he wrote arabic poems all the time-, but she never knew that he loved HER. 

She didn't realize that she was falling for him. After all, love works in mysterious ways. A few months later she realized that she can't live without him, she can't go a day without talking to him. His good morning messages were like caffeine to her system, they make her function properly. His lame jokes never failed to amuse her, and his flirting always made her cheeks stain red, her heart leaps at the mention of his name, and she can't bare the sight of him sad; she loved him. She hoped she wasn't late to realize it and that he didn't move on. 

She opened his chat and wrote down, "I love you", then clicked send.  

A few seconds later her responded, "What took you so long?"

What If?

Lately I've been going through a rough patch; there were times where I'd get sad and depressed. People showed me their true colors. The people who I thought they would always have my back ran away as soon as they could, and the people who I thought would leave actually stayed. Life's ironic. The point is I started writing short stories whenever I could. In classes, at home, after exams, in my friends' houses, anywhere and everywhere.. I wasn't really prepared to show them to anyone until someone dear to me convinced me saying that "I shouldn't be afraid of showing people what I can do". So I decided to post one of the first ones I wrote. w mu kl shay aktba tgdron tsawonha, fe ashya 3aib w fe ashya ma tetwafa8 m3 deena fa la tswonha. This goes to my whole blog. I'd like to thank two people in particular who played a huge role in almost getting me out of that phase. @wanderlustt15 & HS; I love you guys, thank you for everything :')




What if you didn't exist? What if I never got the chance to meet you? What if you fell in love with someone else? What if? 

I wouldn't be able to see that adorable smile, or hear your melodic laugh. Or listen to you complain about your crooked nose that seems perfectly strait to me. Would I be able to see your innocence? The way you'd throw your head backwards and squint your eyes while laughing, "just like a 4 year old", I would say. Would I be able to run my fingers through your jet black hair or rub the light stubble on your face? Would I be able to see your beautiful smile? Yes that smile; the one that makes my heart beat rapidly, the one that makes butterflies appear in my tummy, the one that makes my cheeks stain with a shade of red. Would you still embrace me when I'm sad? You'd always pull me to your lap and embrace me, kissing my forehead and whispering in my ear; "everything's going to be alright". And immediately everything that bothers me doesn't seem to matter anymore. Those eyes; those deep dark brown eyes of yours that always seem to touch my soul in a way that makes it impossible to look away. Those eyes are the cause to my weakness. Yes, you make me weak, but don't worry honey I like it. If I didn't I wouldn't have stayed. A billion of thoughts collide in my brain the moment my eyes meet yours. As I stare into your eyes, I realize that you've ben talking this whole time, and I haven't even noticed that; I zoned out. 

"Babe? What are you thinking of?" You ask. 

"Nothing dear, nothing", remembering the various thoughts that were fleeting in my head. 

"Okay" you answer, not believing a word I said but you still go along. 

"Honey?" I find myself asking. 

"Yes dear?" 

"I love you" I confessed. 

You give me a heart warming smile, "I love you too"