That's been ages that i didn't write... Sorry! I'll tell you everything.
The album of All Time Low is playing in my ears. It's my 2nd time listening to it. it's so beautiful. I hear someone calling my name. I don't pay any attention, nor bother to turn my head and see who it is. I keep listening to it. Someone grabs my arm, and hugs me tightly. It's Hamza. My ex boyfriend. my first ex. He feels warm. But, i let go off him as i realize i'm still on Earth. We walk together. I tell him about my future plans, he tells me about his.. he reminds me of the old days when we used to go around the city holding hands, and the sleepovers we had at my house. indeed, these were good times. i miss them. but, i don't miss hamza. he was just a friend to me. a friend who wanted to try out his luck with love. and he wasn't lucky, because his love happened to be me.
My school day finishes at 6 p.m. my private lesson starts at 6 as well. i hurry to go there. I miss my teacher so much. She's one of the nicest person i've ever met. her son has grown up haha! he looks all yummy, and cutee! i must say i love babies. here he is, the little man!
As i finish, my uncle comes to pick me up. i'm excited! i'm finally seeing mom after 8 days of not seeing her! i arrive home, and it's time to go into my mum's arms and hug her and tell her how much i missed her and i really love her. only that..my mom is not here. i guess that's why my uncle hadn't said a word on our way. the phone rings, and i answer.
Mom: Nourjahan, sorry i can't be home for some more time. i have to stick with my husband as he is sick.
i hung up, go to my room, turn on music, and cry. i realize i have homework to do. so, i wash my face, and start working.
another day without my mom. that's the first thing i think about when i wake up. i miss her. i really do. i've never felt this way.. but, now, i do. i make my way to the bathroom as i turn on my music. i get ready and leave to school. mom and i have already started messaging each other. when the school days is over, i just leave to my grandparents' house.
they're happy to see me, as always. i make dinner, then go to my uncle's house to log in through the internet. what kills me is that internet at my grandparents doesn't work because mom's been in the hospital so she couldn't pay...
what makes me smile today is Adam. He tries his best to talk to me, and make me smile. And he does at the end. I miss adam. we had such long convos before about anything and everything. talking to him makes me feel so much better. then, Katie talks to me as well. She got me the Hunger Games set! she's coming here in 4 days, and we're meeting in 8 days. i nearly die of happiness. these people totally make me happy, and forget everything.
I only have 2 hours at school. I get done with them, and hurry to my grandparents' house. SO MUCH TO DO. that's all i think about. i have lunch. i barely do actually, and hurrrry to get a taxi. I get on one quickly and go home. I watch the last episode of TTBY. I jump, i cry, i laugh, i frown. it's so beautiful. but, why? why does it have to end? i don't want it to end. i wanna enjoy their love, ship the couples, enjoy the moments. but, each journey at the end of the road must come to an end. sad, isn't it? but, thankfully, that journey always brings us good memories, and sad ones. good, and bad ones as well. once i finish it, i go back to my grandparents' home. i have to give private lessons in 30 minutes. i clean my room, and wait for my friend to come. when he does, i start explaining maths to him. he really doesn't get anything. but, he tries. i can see it in his eyes.
i can see he's trying really hard to understand so i explain it in arabic and french at the same time so he can stay on the same track as me. i have to help him. because no one was there to help me with maths this time last year.
My grand-mom's birthday. I miss her. It's only been 4 months since she left. why does it feel like forever for me?? sometimes i feel like it's been forever.. because now my Sundays pass really slow. on the same hand, it feels like yesterday because that day..that day when she passed away.. is still playing in my head. Yussif passes by at 2, he brings me the homework i asked him to do. well-done. i'm proud of him. he's really working hard. after he leaves, i head straight back home, and that's from where i'm writing my article now. here's a pic i took today =)
How has your week been? tell me about it. Also, do you have any love stories about Gods and Goddesses? if you do, do send them to me(: it's a part of my french work. also, for my english project, could you send me a picture of yourself wearing your traditional clothes and tell me about it? also, for my arabic project, let me ask you this: what do you prefer letters, or emails?
please do answer if you have any replies!
Have a nice weekend.