Sunday, August 6, 2017

Part 5

Still the present –

We went up to her hotel suite to get ready.

Me: So, who’ll be joining us?

Norah: the girls.

I looked at her, waiting for names.

Norah: Dana, Maha, and Sally.

Me: Alright, I’ll run to my room real quick to get my dress.

Norah: no, no, stay with me, the make-up lady is here, at least let her do your make-up, keep me company until the rest of the girls come.

Me: Alright. So, show me your dress maybe?

Norah: Yes!!!

She jumped off her seat, grabbed my hand, and took me to where the dress was.

She stopped in front of pearl white ball gown, the sleeves were off shoulder, with a sweetheart neckline. The dress overall wasn’t busy nor was it full of beading and embellishments. Ball gowns suit her best. The veil on the other hand wasn’t as simple, it was beaded, and it was long, compensating for the dress’s short train.

Me: Norah, its beautiful, its perfect.

Norah: yeah, it is, isn’t it?

I looked at her and she started tearing up.

I went to her and hugged her tight.

Me: no no, no crying, I don’t think you want puffy eyes and a red nose on your wedding day.

She laughed.

Norah: No, I don’t.

Me: Come on, let’s go start getting ready, but wash your face first.

We headed towards the bathroom, where she washed her face.

Norah: it’s scary you know.

Me: what is?

Norah: getting married. I lived with my family my entire life, well, not during uni, but even then, I never lived with a man before.

Me: but he’s your husband.

Norah: no, I know, but still, what if he only showed me his good side and his bad side scares me? Changes how I feel about him?

Me: Norah, you love him. Even if he has a bad side, I think you’ll love it too, it’s a part of him, it makes him, well, him.


Norah sighed, and looked up at the ceiling.

Norah: yeah, you’re right, I hope.

Me: you’ll be okay.

We stayed quiet for a couple of minutes, each of us lost in thought.

Norah: he’s coming today.

If we were in a cartoon, I’d have question marks all over my face.

Norah: you know who.

It hit me, I kind of clung onto the hope that I won’t see him today, but here’s to the crashing sound of all hopes.

Its funny though, how she refuses to say his name.

Me: Oh, well, it’s been years, so it’s okay.

I lied. It wasn’t okay.

The make-up artist, Serine, walked into where we were and started scolding us.

Serine: We are running out of time. Come on, we have to start.

I looked at Norah, and then back at Serine.

Me: come on, let’s go.

She started with me.

She went with shades of light browns and pinks for my eye make-up, but all the colors were subtle, nothing too loud or vibrant. She lightly contoured my face, showing off my cheek-bones. She finished my look off with a slightly dark lipstick. My dress was in black and ivory, so I think I needed some color on my face, or anywhere.

Norah: you done?

She walked in, eating chocolate.

Me: Yeah.

I turned around and looked at her, the rest of the girls were with her too.

Dania: Gaia, you look gorgeous.

Me: you think?

They all nodded, I shrugged it off, and looked at myself in the mirror.

Dana, Maha, and Sally were Norah’s friends more than they were mine, we were and still are on good terms though.

Me: alright then, I’m going to head to my room to get ready. You guys have fun.

I was really lost in thought, I wanted to get this day over with. I knew I was going to see him, but I didn’t want to, I really didn’t, but I also kind of did. I was pretty much stuck in a cross-fire.

I got up, said my see you later’s, hugged the girls, and then went to my room.


Back to the past –

A week had passed, and things with Ibrahim were going well.  Homecoming was few days away, and I was getting excited, I enjoyed school parties.

Ibrahim: hey, morning.

Me: Hey, what’s up?

Ibrahim: not much, by the way, I don’t think you met Dania.

Me: nope.

I extended my hand to shake Dania’s hand.

Me: Gaia.

Dania: Dania.

She was slightly dark skinned, with sharp facial features, dark eyes, and full lips. She was somewhat tall.

Dania: we’re heading out to the supermarket, join us?

Me: Yeah sure.

She drove, and had a car here. So, we headed out to the parking lot and the 3 of us had a small chat. She was the youngest of 4, she’s more into music than she is into political science, but she didn’t know what to major in.

Ibrahim: Shotgun, and I get to pick the music.

Dania: shut up.

They clearly knew each other pretty well.

Ibrahim: I called it.

He grabbed her keys, and ran to the car, to get the AUX.

Me: So which supermarket are we going to?

Dania: it’s like 10 minutes away, it’s close.

She looked ahead only to see Ibrahim getting into the driver’s seat.

Dania: Ibrahim, get out, you won’t drive my car.

She ran to him and pulled him out of her car, like I said, he’s tiny.

I was heading to the car, and then I heard someone yell, asking us to wait.

-: Guys, wait up.

I look back to see a guy coming towards us.

To the present –

I got to my room and laid down on the bed.

I grabbed my phone and found a text from my mom.

“Don’t forget to send us pictures”

I sighed, and put my phone away.

I still had to do my hair and paint my nails.

I sat in front of the dresser and started doing my hair, I couldn’t curl it because the curls would fall flat in mere seconds, so I decided to put it up in a crown braid then pull out a few strands.

It took a good 20 minutes, and then I painted my nails in dark red, almost maroon, waited for them to dry and then put on my dress.

My dress hugged my body perfectly from the top, and started to slightly flair out after my mid-thigh, maybe a tad higher; it had layered, somewhat ruffled sleeves that reached right above my elbows.

I slipped on my 4 inch heels, put on a bracelet, a necklace, earrings, a watch and a ring.

I stood up, sprayed on some perfume, well, a lot of perfume, took a deep breath in, grabbed my clutch and headed out.

And just to my luck, my lovely luck, I open the door, only to see him coming out of the room across. in a navy, blue suit, a pink shirt, with his hair groomed perfectly, smelling great, and looking better than ever.


And I’d be lying if I said a tear didn’t fall, and time didn’t stop, and I kept breathing.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Part 4

The Present –

Even though the wedding was a month or so away, I decided to go shop for a dress. It was Saturday, so basically the weekend.

I changed from my pjs into a pair of highwaisted black pants, tucked in a grey top, layered a sheer black bomber jacket and my red converse. I grabbed my purse and left the house.

On my way to the mall I turned on the radio to listen to some tunes and kill the time I spent driving. You know those cliché moments in movies where you are going back and forth between radio stations and one of them decides to play a song that reminds you of that one person you want to forget? Yeah, well, that cliché moment just happened.

“and I know that only time will tell us how to carry on without each other, so keep me awake to memorize you, give me more time to feel this way.”

Yeah, well, that didn’t happen.

Anyway, after that lovely moment I reached the mall, parked and then headed inside.

I jumped from store to store, looking for a dress. You see, I am not a big fan of shopping so I really just wanted to get this over with.

2 hours later, I finally found a dress, already had a pair of heels that went with it, so finally, my shopping trip came to an end.

I went back home, ordered in pizza and watched some TV, went over a few things for work, read the news, and fixed my room.

Back to the past –

Orientation day finally came, but I missed it. I got sick, and basically couldn’t move, but Norah filled me in, sent me pictures and told me about the people she met.  They seemed okay I guess.

The weekend passed, and then another day and I was still bedrid. It was getting boring and I already missed a few days, not a great start. But I reached my limit and decided that even if I don’t feel better tomorrow I’ll still head to university. 

I spent the rest of the day trying to force myself to feel better and to rest.

The next day came, and I woke up feeling slightly better. I put on a pair of jeans, and random top and a pair of sneakers, tied my hair into a ponytail, and headed out with nothing on me other than my phone and some cash.

I attended my first class, sat in the front, tried to keep up with what the professor was saying but couldn’t because really I missed the introductory lecture and was so lost.

On my out, I ran into Norah, and we made our to the university’s cafeteria.

Norah: hey, how’s your first day going so far?

Me: meh, not so great, kinda lost, I need to catch up.

Norah: you will, just start studying, don’t leave it till the very last minute.

Me: yeah I guess so.

Norah: I have plans with a couple of friends, so, I’ll meet you later?

Me: yeah, sure thing. Have fun.

So, we parted ways, and I was left in the cafeteria by myself, looking at people here and there, trying to recognize friendly faces to introduce myself to, and make a couple of friends.

As I was getting up, I accidently bumped into a guy.

Me: oh, sorry.

-: it’s okay, don’t worry about it.  I’m Ibrahim by the way, and you are?

Me: Gaia.

Ibrahim: first year?

I nodded in response.

Ibrahim: yeah, me too. How come I didn’t see you in orientation?

Me: I was sick, couldn’t make it.

Ibrahim: oh, hope you feel better now, anyway, I’m heading over to the gym, my friends are there, we’re going to shoot some hoops, join us?

Me: yeah, sure, why not.

Ibrahim is tiny for a guy, he’s white, with black hair, black eyes, and small features overall; he looked fairly fit, and seemed nice.

We headed to the gym, by the time we got there we found the rest had already left, so we just played some basketball by ourselves.

Ibrahim: So, what brought you here?

Me: Well, I’ve always wanted to study abroad, so I fought for it I guess, how about you?

Ibrahim: for my dad, really. I just hope I end up liking it here.

Me: you will, hopefully.

He nodded in response, and we continued to play, discussing random topics and getting to know each other better.

Back to the present –

A month had passed and it was Norah’s wedding day, I had flown to where it is, and stayed in the same hotel it’ll be held in.

The morning of –

I woke up with butterflies in my stomach, not the good kind. I had RSVP-ed to Norah’s wedding, but I’m pretty sure it was her fiancĂ©’s number on the card and not hers; I know she would’ve said something.

I got up, put on a t-shirt dress, a pair of flats and went down for breakfast.

Just as I left the elevator, I heard someone call my name. I look around only to see Norah running towards me.

Norah: Gaia!

She hugged me tight, and I couldn’t not hug back, she was my best-friend at one point after all.

Gaia: heyy

Norah: I didn’t think you’d come…

Me: well, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Norah: it’s been what 3 years?

Me: yeah, or so.

Norah: still not over it?

Me: got used to it.

I laughed it off, and congratulated her. Then told her that she needs to go get ready as there was no time to waste.

Norah: join me, we’ll get ready together, just like we did back in uni.

Me: yeah, well, we’re different people now.

Norah: stop it, and come with me already.

-: Norah

We both turned our heads only to see who I assumed to be her fiancé.

Norah: Mohammed, this is Gaia. Gaia, my husband, Mohammed.

Me: nice to meet you.

I extended my hand to shake his.

Mohammed: after all this time, and all the stories I’ve heard, we finally meet.

Me: all good things I hope.

We both laughed.

Mohammed: join us for breakfast?

With all honesty, he seemed like a gentleman, I hope the love they have remains and only grows.

Norah looked at me waiting for a yes.

Me: sure, I was heading there anyway.

We talked about random things here and there.

Me: so, tell me, how did you guys meet?

 Norah: well, I started working as a political analyst in some firm, and a short while later he started working there too. I shut him down every time he tried to talk to me, and then one day, for some reason I didn’t, and really, we hit it off from there. 2 years later, he asked for my hand in marriage, and here we are.

Me: well, you seem perfect together, and I’m so happy for you, Norah, you too, Mohammed.

Mohammed: thank you.

Norah: I better get going, Gaia, let’s go?


Me: let’s.


Anyway, it’s crazy how some things don’t change, even after years of distance, and basically no ties.