Bittersweet 5

I wasn’t really paying attention to 79a's evil plot, but somehow we arrived at Napolito. 
(A Mexican Restaurant)

As 79a was parking her car, she spotted Salama and Rashid sitting on a table together, 
looking like they're about to order.

"They're on a date!" 79o stated the obvious. I followed her towards the restaurant when I 
realized what we're doing.

"79a stop!" I grabbed her arm.

"Shoo! Let go! Yallah mshee!" She ordered.

"La2! 79oo n7na may59na feehm! 3aib!" I walked back towards the car.

After arguing with 79a in the parking lot, I finally convinced her to leave them alone. I 
mean seriously, who are we to stalk my brother's friend and his girlfriend? It's really none 
of our business.

We got back into the car and drove past them as we left.

I glanced one last look at them, when I noticed he looked up, and stared straight ahead. 
Straight at me!

"Shit 79oo chafna!" I shrieked, sliding down in my seat, but it was too late. He saw us 
and stood up. I quickly rolled up the window as 79a drove away, and watched his 
expression change as he sat back down.

SHIT what just happened! He saw us spying on them. How embarrassing! This is the 
second time I get embarrassed jdama! What's he going to do? Will he tell Man9oor?
Will he tell Salama? Am I in trouble?

79a just drove us back to my house, and we ran straight to my room.

"So what's the plan." 79a said, as she took off her 3abaya.

"There is no plan 79oo! 5ala9 I want nothing to do with him! I don’t want to see him 
ever again! Fgata!" I yelled, and kicked the pillows on the floor. 


I don’t know why I was so angry! I just was. And not just at Rashid, but at Salama as well! 
That slut never gets enough!

"She thinks she's so perfect with her skinniness and her big brown eyes, and 
extensions! Everything about her is fake! Fake fake fake everything!"

I continued yelling when I noticed that I was thinking out loud. I turned to face 79a who 
looked like she couldn’t decide weather to laugh

or be scared.

Finally she spoke; "5alaa9 forget about him that jerk! Wallah fi a7la ow a7san 3ana!
You can do way better than Salama!"

"I don’t want him a9lan! I never did." I lied, and 79a could tell. She just nodded and 
pretended to agree with me before I threw another tantrum.

Bess she was right. I can do better than that slut. I looked at myself in my full length mirror.

My height was fine. I wasn’t too tall or too short. I wasn’t overweight. I don’t wear too 
much makeup. Yes. I can do way better than Salama. Whocares about that jerk 
Rashid. Anyone who dates Salama doesn't know what he's missing out on.