Chapter 7

Hamad P.O.V

Hamad: inshallah

As i lowered my head, i wish i could tell the truth

*flashback* 

I was on the phone with my dad

Dad: hamad wallah itha ma radait al7een ya walik miny

Hamad: w itha mabee?

Dad: ya7mar ana obok

Hamad: w itha oboy, aro7 3ind omy a7sanly 

- to get something stright my mom divorced my dad when i was 3 years old  because he was cheating on her 

Dad: omik mat7ibik wala tabeek 

Hamad: chathab 6ol 3omrik chathab 

I started to tear up 

Dad: akil tibin ya7mar ma7ad yakalim obo chithe, ta3al al7een wala wallah yawalik

I closed the phone phone on his face not wanting to hear any more from him

I lighted a cigarette and started smoking 

I wasn't focusing on the street then 

*CRUSH*

Dalal's P.O.V: 

On he's mishary's friend, wai3 i hate him!

Ya3ne mayshouf, enarfiz 

Malat 3alaih 

Now i am stuck with a cast on my leg

Some knocking on the door disturbed  my thoughts 

Dr: itha tabeen ti6l3een, tara you can

Finally -.-

Mom: mashkour ma ga9art 

The doctor smiled and left the room

Khaled: yuma 3ayal ana a9bigkom

Mom: eek ok, w gool 7ag lulu itzahib dalal's bed 

Khaled: inshallah

Mishary: 3ayal ana baroo7 ma3a khaled

He turned and faced hamad, which looked so pale and sad and trying to fake a smile 

Mishary: 7amad ta3al ma3ana ilshalaih

Hamad: la wallah 3adee

Mishary: roo7 zain adree tabe it'3ayir jaw

Mom: hamad haw shfeek mist7ey ta3al ma3ana, 7ayak allah

Hamad: ha? Madree... Un 5ala9 3ayal arid il bait a5ith jan6ite w ayay

Mom: 3afya 3alayk, wallah ishtabe ib 7arakat il bait w il malal?

He smiled and then khaled, mishary w hamad left 

Nora and my mom helped me to get dressed, i wore a summer dress cuz i wasn't in the mood for pants 

Nora: kay dee now your ready to go

Mom: yallah 7aboba 

She handed me the crunches

And we left the hospital