Previously…
Asma
Rashid: “Who upset you ya 3mry? Tell me…”
He continued kissing my face, slowly sliding down to reach my lips. I was motionless as the tears sprang higher and fell gently down. I tried to push at his chest, but my efforts were worthless; he didn’t feel a thing. I wanted to scream for help, but my voice was gone, lost in the fear that ate away at my throat. Just as he reached the edge of my lips, someone interrupted the deadly silence, cutting through Rashid’s lust and causing him to momentarily break contact with my face.
It was 3bdulla.
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Asma
I have never seen such rage-filled eyes. He looked like he was ready to kill him and dump him into the sea to sleep with the fishes. Relief swept over me, and my terrible shaking subsided temporarily at the sight of him. But as I turned to Rashid with triumph in my eyes, I saw only amusement, and I shrank away from his gaze. Sho yt7ara hai li3ba? 3bdulla will probably kill him if he doesn’t let go of me this instant!
Rashid: “Hhhhh. You again! Walla today is my lucky day, I get to see my beautiful asma AND kick your sorry ass.”
I didn’t understand what he was saying. They knew each other? When he saw the confusion in my eyes, he laughed slightly and pulled me closer. He whispered loudly into my ears, making sure 3bdulla could hear him.
Rashid: “Aww Asma, t5ableen yom shaklch 6’ay3a. Let me enlighten you on the situation and I may just get a smile on those wonderful lips of yours.”
I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to be enlightened. I just wanted to run in the opposite direction as fast as my legs would allow. I held very still, trying to control my trembling skin.
Rashid: “You see, hal 3’aby yt7ara inh you belong to him, when clearly you’re mine. Ymkin mb fahim el salfa, bas I’m sure you told him about us. I mean, how could you miss such a thing 9a7?”
Me: “I'm not yours. I don’t BELONG to anyone.”
Now I was mad.
He lifted his brow.
Rashid: “Laa? Et7arait 9ul6an would have told you by now, bas yalla masheeha better yet, I’ll tell you myself-“
Me: “I KNOW yal ahbal, I know EVERY damned thing you’re forcing me to do!”
Rashid: “FORCING YOU?”
He choked on his words, as if such an accusation was outrageous to make.
He finally spoke, his patience running very low. To my surprise, his voice completely betrayed what his eyes were shooting at the person holding me. It was dangerously calm.
3bdulla: “Gom 3anha. Obviously there are many ‘misunderstandings’ that need to be corrected. Asma is NOT yours. And you ARE forcing her just by holding her right now. You bastard you scare the shit out of her! Sho swait feeha?! HA?”
He couldn’t hold it in. His muscles rippled with rage as he lunged his body towards Rashid. Rashid pushed me on the sand as he blocked his face and hauled 3bdulla over his head with his knees and arms. 3bdulla fell on his back, but was quick in recovering himself as he stood up and punched Rashid an unexpected blow in the nose. He shoved him to the ground and continued punching him until I couldn’t recognize Rashid’s face anymore. This was too extreme. He was going to kill him!
Me: “3bdulla… stop! You’re killing him Allah y3’arbillk! STOP!”
My voice finally seemed to crack through his demented head, and he looked at me with confused, frenzied eyes.
3bdulla: “STOP?! Tbainy awagef? Bawagef yom batgoolenly inh masawa feech shay! But that’s not true is it?!”
His sharp look dared me to answer back, to defy him. But he didn’t intimidate me.
Me: “A7eena shol fayda mn kil ha? It’s not going to change anything! I’m stuck, damn it! I thought I told you that! He wont give up, that bastard! When will you realize that it’s over?!”
He stopped. His clenched fist slowly opened, dropping Rashid from the neck of his shirt to the ground. I put my hands over my mouth. Did I just defend Rashid? Did I just say that it was over?
Me: “I didn’t mean-“
3bdulla: “Of course you meant it. At least now I know the truth. You don’t WANT to give it a try. You don’t WANT to fight back. You just gave up. And for what?! For this piece of garbage?!”
He kicked Rashid in the ribs as a moan escaped him.
3bdulla: “If you don’t wanna be saved princess, next time make sure you tell me ahead of the time. Tbain Etdaf3een 3anh? HA! Take him!”
He rolled Rashid towards me as the sand painted its grains all over his body.
3bdulla: “He’s ALL yours. Mabrook 3alaikm, enjoy his deformed face. I hope it stays that way. Why don’t you try kissing her now yal zag?”
He stomped away as bloodied drops trickled from his knuckles onto the sand grains.
I heard low chatters of a familiar language from around us.
Girl 1: “Walla 3’abeya, he's like way hotter 3an hatha!”
Girl 2: “Adree a9lan I don’t even see what he sees in her. He shouldn’t waste his time on ungrateful girls who don’t appreciate what they have.”
Girl 1: “Although that other guy looked really hot too, before he turned into a freaking zombie of course.”
Girl 2: “Bas the tan guy has abs! His skin, oooof walla y5abel! Let’s go see if he’ll take our numbers!”
And they ran off giggling to each other, not noticing the inferno blazing in the deep almond of my eyes. Now I wanted to kill someone.
To be continued…
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