Perfume - Chapter 27

My heart broke twice in one day. I don't think it will ever be repaired. 

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-2 weeks later-


Spring break's here and I've been in the chalet for the past 2 days. Salma and Sara came with me, they think that staying here will make me happy. They want me to forget about the sadness and hurt I feel, the joke's on them 'cause I'm not feeling anything.

I'm not hurt, I'm not sad, I'm not in pain, I'm not depressed, I'm just empty. Once Sa3ad left I didn't let a single tear drop. I shook everything off and fake smiled, I've been faking emotions for a while now that I'm becoming an expert at it. Am I a psychopath who doesn't feel? Am I a disturbed person? These questions keep repeating in my head daily.


I sneak out every night and just sit on the shore, observing the sea. The sea always felt like home to me, it calms my nerves. In a way it's my mom, dad, brother, and friend. A loyal friend that keeps all your secrets and never reveals them. I talk to the sea whenever I feel down, it's like the old saying:

أشكي همومي للبحر.

On the third night I decided to walk around to the other chalets. I wanted to look for an adventure, do something that I'd one day tell to my grandchildren.


After an hour or so of walking I felt someone staring at me, I looked to the right and saw a man sitting on the porch of his chalet drinking sheesha. He signalled for me to go to him but I ignored and continued walking. That's when I heard the voices...


"Ya muzza ta3alyy"

"El esm bs ya 7ilw"

"Ya gumaar ta3aly ma3ay, el sayara greeba"


A group of guys 6 or so infront of me, the were walking towards me. I froze. I couldn't do a thing. I willed my legs to run, my mouth to scream, my hands to punch, but it's like all my organs stopped working. The next thing I know is a guy pulling me towards him, he tried forcing himself on me while his friends watched with demon eyes and ear-piercing laughs. I kicked the guy in his groin and ran back.

I heard him screaming at his friends telling them to get me. I knew I wasn't going to make it, the odds weren't in my favor. It was 6 of them and 1 of me. I wasn't going to reach the chalet with them hounding me like dogs. Then an idea turned up in my head and I headed towards the chalet that had the sheesha-smoking man on the porch.


"Lw sm7t lw sm7t!! Lw sm7t sa3edny allah y5aleek ga3deen yl7gouny" I said in between gasps.


"HATHY HYY!!" I heard the guys yell as they came up to the porch.

"5air ya o5oy?" the sheesha-smoking man said.

"aby el bnt.. sababat lna mshakel kitheera" my attacker replied.

"Hathy e5ty, lessa tbounha wila anady el sher6a 3alaikom?" sheesha-smoking man said with anger.

"Uhhh.. asfeen o5oy, m3laish e3therna" my attacker spoke with fear.

"Yalla engal3o" sheesha-smoking man said and that was enough to make my attacker and his friends run away.



"Uhh.. mashkour o5oy" I said.

"La tshkreeny 3alla wajeb.. ma3ak Salman" he replied.

"Ana Shahad"

"6ayb wsh rayek tg3deen w tgouleenly aish 9ayer lk bl '6b6? It might help." he suggested.

"Mafeeny shay 3ashan agoula" I replied.

"6ayb el na'6rah elly b 3younk tgoully gi9a '3air tamaman .. a7yan lamma el wa7ed yshky hmouma yrta7 nafseeyan"

"Ok .. bagoulek kl shay bs lazm tba3ed el sheesha ma asta7mal ree7at'ha" I agreed.

"Tam" he chukled, "Hathy el sheesha w wa5arnaha" he moved the sheesha away.

I sat myself on the chair and made myself comfortable before starting, "Shoof el gi9a hy..."
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