Inspiration ♥

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* A little inspiration for all those gorgeous girls out*

I started this blog to challenge my self, to see if I could achieve something and shukr, I have! I have proved to my self that if I were to write people would actually read it. 4 months ago, I explored something new. It’s time for you to do the same…

Get out there and grab life! Take every opportunity you can because who knows, those doors might lead you to meet people who stay in your life forever. Those doors might teach you life lessons that you wont ever forget. And those doors might give you memories that will be with you for a lifetime! Chase your dreams and live life so that you are content and happy.

Don’t leave your happiness lying in someone else’s hands, because you will just waste precious time. My dear darling girls, I guess this is my way of assuring that you don’t throw away your lives because of boys. I hope you all stay ambitious and motivated, and know that if you don’t get what you want in life, its because Allah has planned something better for you.

Be Beautiful ♥

Be Beautiful ♥

I’m trying hard not to say goodbye and I’m not sure what other word to use…

Cheerio?

Adios??

Hasta la Vista???

No no, I think I will just leave it as…

Till we meet again  ♥

-Winnie The Pooh

-Winnie The Pooh

P.S. A few readers think I have gone from Ms. Authorness to MRS. Authorness… I assure you that the reason I am ending this blog is NOT because I am getting married !I repeat,  I AM NOT MARRIED OR ENGAGED OR ON A SAMOOSA RUN!!!  Yasmeen is married but not me! ;) Okay xoxo

Epilogue

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My LONG goodbye Bayaan will be posted later… or maybe never… I dunno… I don’t have it in me to say goodbye, so I won’t so goodbye… Instead I will thank every single reader for actually reading my blog! Shukran for supporting me. Danki for the dua’s and well wishes. Gracias for the love you have shown towards this blog. Merci beacoup for all the publicity you have given this blog.

The words ‘thank you’ do not suffice in showing my gratitude towards you readers. You all are not just ‘readers’ or ‘viewers’ or ‘fans’ to me… You all have become very close to me, so close I feel you all are a part of me. I am very fortunate to have met loving, supportive people like you. So with a heavy heart and a tear in my eye, I give you the ending of Diary Of A Dubain :( :( :( Much Love DubainGirl  xoxo

Winter!

Winter!

Blanket of snow...

Blanket of snow…

The first few drops of snow began to settle onto the patio outside. I ran to the window excited to see it! I loved winter! It was the month where the whole city would be covered in a blanket of snow. It looked magical. It felt magical, and the best part was that, this was the first year I’d spend winter in London… As a married woman!

Within seconds his arms were wrapped around my waist and I smiled to my self…

‘Do you like the house?’

ME: Yes. I love it! Just look at the view… It’s stunning.

‘You don’t think its a bit too big’

ME: (smiling) Compared to your 4×4 apartment it’s huge!

He ticked me on my sides. He knew how I detested that apartment of his!

‘Would you want to move here?’

ME: (smiling) Would you?

‘I want what you want. It’s always been that way Yas…’

ME: (smiling) Well then… Yes! This is the house! I can feel it…. Zah, this is our new home!

After months of persuasion, I had finally got Zaheer to change his mind about living in an apartment. For the past 4 years he had been comfortable living in his 4×4 room while studying at Univeristy. But he was no longer a College boy. He was a married man! And he was married to me!

We had both been studying in the UK for the past 4 years, and I stuck to my word of changing for the better. The London way of life was foreign to me, but Zaheer fit right in the moment he got here. We remained close friends over the years. We would travel together to Dubai  and occasionally, he would accompany me on trips to South Africa.

After 4 years of being in the UK, I had completed my studies! To celebrate, my father treated my college friends and I to a trip to Cape Town! It was around this time that Zaheer went to my parents asking for my hand in marriage… He didn’t need to ask me.

He knew I’d say yes.

I’d always say yes.

When I was 18, I vowed I wouldn’t date him or any other boy.

I stuck to my vow.

And I am ever so grateful that I did, because Allah has granted us a lot of barakah in our marriage so far! From the minute he proposed, right up till now, everything has been smooth sailing! And I could not be happier…

ZAHEER: I’ll put the offer for the house in tomorrow.

ME: Aren’t your parents coming tomorrow?

ZAHEER: Sweetie, the whole dunya is coming tomorrow! (wink) Brace your self…

He brushed his lips against my cheek and pulled out his buzzing phone to answer it. I pulled my jacket tighter around me. I was even wearing my Ugg’s but London winters were cold!  I continued to stare out of the window at the blanket of snow….

I had been married for 6 months now, yet every time Zaheer hugged me or held my hand, my stomach would erupt into a zoo of butterflies. I felt so new to this whole marriage thing!

I finally understood what Nuha and Fatimah went through 4 years ago when they got married. But they were so much younger… I’m glad I waited. I’m glad I took the opportunity to got to university. It helped me explore who I was and what I wanted to do with my life…

But at the same time Fatimah and Nuha weren’t lacking in experience just because they married young. Fatimah had a darling daughter by the name of Hanifa, who was turning 1 in a few months, and Nuha  was 3 months pregnant! Shame, poor bichari! She had been calling me every day, updating me on how bad her morning sickness was. Soon, Hanifa was going to have a cousin to play with.

I on the other hand was not planning to have children right now… I just finished my studies! I wanted to live a little, maybe even work for a year or two.

Plus, Zaheer was still owing me something he promised me on our honeymoon…

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ZAHEER: Yasmeen, I love you. And if I could, I would give you the world. But since I can’t do that, I need YOU to tell ME what you want?!

ME: (laughing) I told you! Surprise me! I like surprises… (wink)

ZAHEER: You Raheem woman are so difficult!

ME: Well I’m no longer a Raheem…. I’m Mrs.Mohamed!

ZAHEER: (smiling half a smile) Too right babes! You’re MY Mrs.Mohamed.

Eventually he did get the information about ‘what I wanted’ out of me…

ME: If you really want to know what I want… then you better take notes!

ZAHEER: I’m listening. I promise I’ll give it to you

ME: I want to travel the world. With you!

I want to go shopping in Milan, and eat pizza in Italy! I want to see the Eiffel Tower, and have French bread in France.

I want you to teach me how to ski in the Swiss Alps, and I want to go to Times Square on New Years, and watch the ball drop with you.

I want to have pancakes with maple syrup in Canada, and I want to attend a carnival in Rio.

I want to see kangaroo’s in Australia and visit the Taj Mahal in India!

I want to see the Great wall of Chine and visit the Pyramids in Egypt!

I know you might not be able to give me all of that Zah… And it might take a while for us to tick everything off that list… But we have all the time in the world…

And as long as I’m with you, whether you give me those things or not, as long as I’m with you… (Taking his hands into mine) I’ll be happy ♥

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I remember telling him that on the last night of our honeymoon. He still owed me my ‘around the world’ trip, but that would have to wait till July. Our families were all coming to London tomorrow! I was beginning to miss my mother anyway, so I was glad I’d be seeing her. And Armaan! That brother of mine kept on growing! He was no longer a small boy. At the age of 19 my brother would soon be moving to the UK to study. And you would not believe the amount of facial hair he had! Masha Allah, his beard was even longer than Zaheer’s!

What can I say about Aunty Raeesa and them… Aaliyah has become quite the pro at horse riding at the age of 12. Waseem recently got promoted and is being relocated to  Turkey, so he and his wife of 2 years are moving there in April.

Nuha has gone into full time abaya. The transformation that girl has undertaken over all the years is amazing! There’s always hope. She and Yumna have become very close friends and in the process, they’ve joined forces and helped expand Aunty Yusairah’s wedding planning business. Forgiveness really is the key to everything…

Zayaan and Fatimah moved to Joburg for a year and a half, but Fatz  missed home too much. She was expecting Hanifa at the time, so they moved back to Durban! Hanifa is so much like her mother, a ray of sunshine, a chubby Masha Allah baby who’s cheeck’s you just want to bite!

Zain is surprisingly very over protective over Hanifa. He may just be 9, but nobody messes with his niece Hanifa. Same goes with Yusuf, who has finally decided to start looking for a wife! My mother told me about his samoosa run’s last week and shame, there were some very funny stories! Oh well, in sha Allah he finds the right girl at the right time.

Like how I found my Mr. Right…

He may have been Mr. Wrong at one stage, not loyal, a pain in my backside, a person I couldn’t trust. But Zaheer has proved that people can change over time. And the past is the past so that we can move on into the future.

But you still don’t forget your past because that’s where you learn from all your mistakes.

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ZAHEER: Get some sleep (kissing my forehead) You want to come with to see that house tomorrow??

ME: Is that a trick question?! I don’t trust your judgement on houses…

ZAHEER: (laughing) Trust?! You don’t even trust your own husband!

Zah never did grow out of his dramatic ways….

ZAHEER: (smiling) I forget to tell you, Uzair sent a message. He got back to Durban 4 days ago.

ME: Oh yeah! How was his trip to India?

ZAHEER: He didn’t give me all the details, he just said that he was there for a month in total. They spent 3 weeks volunteering and 1 week they toured India

ME: I enjot listening to his stories of his travels… (hugging Zaheer) . I mean, he does so much for others. He really will get the highest stages of Jannah!

ZAHEER: In sha Allah. Ameen. (kissing my hair) Well, don’t we have to thank you? My wifey, you were the one that approached him years ago about this volunteer thing (wink)

ME: (laughing) Wifey?! Well yes ‘hubby’, but still he took the initiative to go help people. (smiling) And since then, he’s been on more trips than I can count!

ZAHEER: He also said he wants to settle down now, find a nice girl.

ME: (laughing)

ZAHEER: What’s funny?

ME: You got married now everyone follows in line. Yusuf and Uzair both on samoosa run’s!

ZAHEER (sighing) I still just don’t see the logic as to why you call it ‘a samoosa run’. Your mother served me pasta when I went to propose.

ME: Well then you had a pasta run (kissing his cheek) The samoosa run…It’s a blog thing (wink to all my readers) ;)

ZAHEER: A pasta run that made you mine! (smiling down at me) Come now… (Caressing my cheek) Sleep, we got a long day tomorrow.

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And so here I was, standing in the house that was hopefully going to be ours in sha Allah.  I stood in the middle of the main room, where there was glass from the ceiling to the floor. It gave you the perfect view of the true essence of London winter. Snow. Ever since the day I got married, I had been in this ‘happy bubble’ that no one could burst. Alhamdulillah, I had everything! I just had to be grateful for the way Allah had planned things. ..

”But they plan, and Allah plans. And Allah is the best of planners.”

So as my chapter of being a ‘girl’ comes to an end, and as I embrace my married life ahead of me, I think its time  put the pen and paper away.

I, Yasmeen Raheem Mohamed, want to just thank you all for putting up with me! For listening to my pointless soppy boy stories, for laughing at my lame jokes, for drooling over the fooood with me… (#FoodiesForLife)

I want to thank you for sticking with me and listening to me babble ON and ON, even when I do occasionally tend to talk too much about everything. But now, now there is no need to write about my life. Shukr, I feel content. I achieved my dream. I achieved my goal of making my parents proud! I even got a little bonus and that was my amazing hubby Zaheer…

Who would’ve guessed 12 years ago, that I would end up marrying the fat kid in the picture that sat on the table in Zaheer’s room in Dubai?

Who would’ve guessed that I would study in London and end up moving here?

That’s the thing though, you can’t guess these things. You can’t see into the future, so you might as well embrace the present and try to make the most of it!

He was my best friend. He is my best friend.  My other half. And I want to grow old with him. From childhood to old age. I can proudly call my self Mrs. Mohamed.

Allah is the best of planners...

Allah is the best of planners…

Zaheer & Yasmeen ♥

Zaheer & Yasmeen ♥

Shoutout to “Nabs for being the best cousin any girl could ask for ;) and to Aadila my bff who is still unemployed lol :P all the best and love you both stax…#RaeMo “

Part 66

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My saviour… My knight in shining armour is non other than Ms MemonGirl ;)
With her watching over me, there’s no way in hell I’m becoming a cat lady :P
Shukran for the dedication babes :’) ♥♥♥♥♥

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Hii munchkins :D Firstly sorry for being so all over the place :P Okay so two things before you read :) One is that season one is nearly over ! I will be ending soon and starting with season 2 ! The thing is I could write just 5 posts and that would be the end of season 2 (Just an example ;) ) because I don’t know how long each season will be and how fast or slow the story goes.. So I could be done anytime know keep your calming tablets ready … And secondly I’m dedicating this particular post to the fabulous author of DOAD :P :’( I want you to know when you become a crazy cat lady I will save your ass at any required time ! Your blog is my favourite , my inspiration AND WOMAN I AM GONNA MISS YOU AND YOUR WRITING…

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Part 99.5 – The Wedding Part 2

Soooooooooo a few people were freaking out that part 2 of the wedding would be part 100, but no dearies, Again maths is AMAZING! It has halves! So mid way between 99 and 100, is…… 99.5 :D I am SO sorry! Th eepilogue wil come out tomorrow :P Enjooy Much Love DubainGirl  ♥ xoxo

 

Fatimah's wedding dress

Fatimah’s wedding dress

Yasmeen's Dress

Yasmeen’s Dress

 

FATIMAH: (breathing out heavily) Yass, how do I look?

I stepped out of her bathroom and into her room to take a look at the vision in white….

ME: WOW… I mean………..

WOW! You’re looking…….

SO grown up! I mean…… just……WOW

FATIMAH: Not once did you say Masha Allah! You putting so much of nazaar on me!

ME: (hugging her) Masha Allah! You looking tres tres Magnifique babes!

FATIMAH: Not looking so bad your self Raheem…

ME: Mrs.Bobat! Did you JUST compliment me?!?!

FATIMAH: (laughing) Mrs. Bobat! Something I’m going to have to get used to…

ME: (smiling) Yes! But you’ll be fine! Shukr, you got Nuha that’s also new to all of this… You can help each other out.

FATIMAH: Err, talking to Nuha about her brother… NO THANKS! (laughing)

ME: Awwww, I just cant hold the tears in Fatoo!

FATIMAH: Do NOT cry! I swear to god Yasmeen if you cry, I’ll cry and my dress will get wet and my face will get messed an-

TASNEEM: (appearing in the doorway) Lucky for you, Main Hoon Na!

ME: (laughing) Finally Tas!

For the next half an hour, Tasneem did our make up. Fatimah looked flawless, masha Allah!

TASNEEM: You both are looking so gorgeous and grown up!

ME: Fatimah, YES! She looks stunning! Me… I think I’m  looking average.

FATIMAH: BEYOND average! Super duper Masha Allah!

TASNEEM: Stand together! Come, I take a picture of you’ll!

Tasneem used my Canon camera and captured these once in a lifetime moments! Fatimah’s wedding dress was simple but so pretty! I guess simplicity really was key. The sleeves on the dress were long, but completely sequinned, her dress hugged her waist and the bead work was on the top half of the dress, which left the bottom long and beautiful!

I was wearing a poofy peach dress! (poofy is always pretty ;) ) It was sleeveless, but I opted to wear a  bedazzled cardigan just so that my arms were covered. It was my best friend’s wedding, I had to look presentable! Correction: It was the wedding of BOTH my best friends! Nuha was at her house getting ready and would meet us at the hall. A double wedding, well there was a first for everything…

We arrived at the hall and since the mean were outside, Fatimah and I had our scarves and cardigans on so as to not reveal our hair and skin, but once we were inside the Ladies section, the scarves were out, our hair was down and Fatimah’s cardigan came off. I still felt concious about showing too much skin so I kept my arms covered. It was such an amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzing wedding reception! The best I have ever been to BY FAR! All the aunties looked YEARS younger in their fancy dresses, and hair do’s and makeup! Yes yes, natural beauty is the best, but hey a little make up gives it that va va voooom effect! ;)

There was a recitation and since Fatimah and Nuha opted to NOT walk down the aisle, we all didn’t have to strain our necks to look at them walk down an aisle. I don’t blame them, I mean, I would NEVER be able to walk in a straight line with ALL those people looking at me! Imagine if I trip and fell over?!?! I’d be a laughing stock!

Everyone sat down and listened to the du’a recited by Omar’s brother who was a hafaaiz.  And then. The food! Ooooooh how delicious it was! I would have had 3 rounds of very course if I could fit it all within me, but sadly… I didn’t want my dress bursting at the seams for the whole world to see!

After supper was served and everyone had settled down with their toothpicks and tissues,  an announcement came on that the groom was going to enter into the ladies section. Everyone made a mad dash pulling out their Abaya’s and scarves. I quickly tied up my hair and slipped on my scarf and made sure it covered my chest.  Zayaan entered. On one side stood Yusuf and the other side was Uzair. Zaheer followed shortly after them. Omar opted to not come in and greet the elderly in laws because I guess he still didn’t want to intrude in on the ladies
Zayaan made his way towards Fatimah’s grannies, Yusuf guided him, making sure he knew who was who in the zoo. He had previously met them but just for the extended family that he didn’t know, Yusuf was there to make sure he didn’t slip up and say anything stupid. Uzair and Zaheer not knowing where to position themselves came and stood by me

ZAHEE: Where’s your camera?

ME: Umm… (looking around) It’s somewhere around here… I had it, then I fell madly in love and forgot all about it!

UZAIR: The men’s and ladies are separate for a reason. So that you keep your gaze down!

ME: (laughing)I fell madly in love…….. WITH FOOOOOD! I don’t have time for all this boy nonsense Uzair!

Uzair and Zaheer both looked at each other, raised their eyebrows with an amused expression then they both started laughing! They were mocking me! They were mocking the fact that I probably sounded very contradicting, but I couldn’t change my past actions… I could only move forward! So with my hand on my hip and my eyebrows raised I gave them both a shouting…

ME: And what might you two idiots be laughing at? Hmm… Am I amusing you guys?

ZAHEER: (supressing a laugh) No ma’am. Err, I mean Apa ma’am… Apa Yasmeen Ma’am

Boy these boys were lucky we were at a wedding, other wise I would’ve taken off my Loubie’s right there and then and smacked some solid sense into the both of them!

ME: Oh ha ha! Hilarious. You know what… You’ll can just both go by Yasmin! Leave me alone!

I stalked off. They needed to learn that not everything in life was one big joke. There were times to be serious, and I was being serious about wanting to change. And I was being serious when I told Zaheer I won’t date again. And I was being serious when I told Uzair about the volunteer work! Why couldn’t they just take me seriously for once?!

I tuned back into my calm wedding vibes and watched as Fatimah and Nuha floated around the room greeting people. They looked so happy. So content. Alhamdulillah, Allah had really given them everything. Their husbands were in sha Allah going to provide them with a lifetime of happiness….

‘What are you thinking about’

I turned around and Yusuf was standing there…

ME: I’m just watching your sister and Nuha. They look so happy Yusuf.

YUSUF: You’ll also look this happy on your wedding day.

ME: (smiling) That’s IF I have a wedding!

YUSUF: Why would you not?

ME: I dunno… Sometimes it seems like a waste of money. But that’s a conversation for another time! Nobody talk to me about boys or samoosa runs or marriage for the next 3 years MINIMUM!

YUSUF: (laughing) DITTO!

Soon waitress’s began to come into the hall, serving desert and other delicious treats! There was red velvet cake, cheesecake, lemon meringue pie, cinnamon spices cake… There was even a 2 tier sprinkles cake that was put onto the children’s table! Bless, trust Fatimah to buy an extra cake especially for the children! No lies, the sprinkles made it look devouringly yummilicous!

ME: Fatimah! The sprinkles cake?

FATIMAH: (laughing) What can I say! My poor Zainoo was feeling so left out in all this wedding drama. Zayaan was so sweet, he bought the sprinkles cake to make it up to Zain!

ME: Make it up to Zain…… More like bribe him!!

FATIMAH: Oh stop being so bad! One day, even on my wedding day, you can’t not have a go at Zayaan….

ME: For you (hugging her) Just because its your wedding day, I will try my very best to NOT insult your hubby!

After all the cakes were placed on the table, the main wedding cake came through. Nuha had specified she wanted icing work done and when Fatimah and I went to the bakery a few days ago, we finalised the perfect wedding cake design… And here it was… before our eyes… And I must say I was impressed with the bakery! It looked AMAZING! Beyond amazing! Whoever mad it had some reeeaaaal talent. I searched for my camera so that I could take a picture of the cake… but I couldn’t find it…

I swear I had left it on the table I was sitting at, but when I went there, it was no where to be seen! My camera! It could NOT be missing! I would just… cry! Again, drama queen here, but seriously it had ALL the pictures I had taken of the wedding! I didn’t want to loose out on those memories. I asked my mother if she had seen my camera, I asked aunty Zaheera, Aunty Salma, I even asked Aunty Raeesa…

AUNTY RAEESA: Sorry sweetie, I haven’t seen it anywhere

DARN!

ME: It’s okay! Silly me for leaving it around

AALIYAH: Yasmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen

A vision in pink came running towards me! Aaliyah! I was seeing her after SO long! She gave me a big bear hug and I hugged her back

ME: Wow! Look at you! All dressed  up in pink! You looking like a princess Aalz

AALIYAH: You don’t look so bad your self Yasmeen (smiling)

ME: (laughing) Big mouth! Aaliyah, you haven’t seen my camera by any chance?

AALIYAH: Is it black? And big?

ME: Yess. You know where it is

AALIYAH (grabbing my hand) I’ll show you

She led me out of the ladies hall and outside to where all the children were busy playing. All the children were about the same height, but there was one particular person wearing a suit, with his back facing towards me, that was taller than the rest. Aaliyah pointed to the suited boy and I didn’t need her to tell me what she was going to…

ME: (shouting) ZAHEER MOHAMED! MY CAMERA! NOOOOOW!!!!

ZAHEER: (turning around and smirking) Took you long enough to figure it out!

ME: Give it man! I was freaking out!

ZAHEER: No worries, its in safe hands. I told you I wouldn’t break it…

ME: Yes yes, you proved your point, now can I have my camera back please?!?!

ZAHEER: Errr NO! It’s payback for earlier today!

ME: Don’t waste your life trying to get even with me… Please, just give it to me!!!

ZAHEER: I thought about what you said…. The whole ‘change’ thing.

ME: (rolling my eyes)  Oh did you know

ZAHEER: Yes… I did…. And Uzair and I got talking as well. And he told me about your theory on how he should give up on girls.

ME: Give up on girls, until the time is right!

ZAHEER: (raising his eyebrows) And how do you know that now is not the right time>

ME: (shrugging my shoulders) That’s for him to decide. If he wants to settle down, he can read Istikharaah and have a happy life!

ZAHEER: And you? You don’t want to settle down?

ME: (shaking my head in disagreement) No, not now anyway..  I respect Nuha and Fatimah’s decision. But I want to make something of my self Zah! I want to study, learn more, go to Uni…. I want to explore!

ZAHEER: Well don’t you sound very ambitious (smiling half a smile)

ME: Add on an’ In sha Allah Ameen’ to all those plans. Marriage comes later on, not right now for me…

ZAHEER: Well I’m glad I’m not the only one! Geez, wedding bells were ringing one after the other over here! I thought there was something wrong with me for NOT getting married young

ME: Well.. there IS something wrong with you, I just don’t think the doctors can diagnose it….

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That was a joke Zaheer!

ZAHEER: Aren’t jokes meant to be funny? (raising an eyebrow)

ME: Funny like your face

ZAHEER: (looking hurt) Ouch!

ME: You deserve it!

ZAHEER: (laughing) You’re right! I deserved that one… Here (handing me my canon) Here’s your precious camera

ME: Jazakallah

I went back into the hall and watched them cut the cake. It tasted as delicious as it looked!

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We waved goodbye to the newly wed’s as they drove off n their seperate cars. Ny now, everyone had left the hall and it was just my parents, Armaan, my self, Yusuf, Aunty Zaheera, Uzair, Zaheer Aunty Raeesa, Aaliyah and my mother. The fathers had all left ages ago to go sleep… Cause that is what men do best! We sat around a table chatting away about how the day was….

ME: WHAT a day!

MUM: No major problems! Shukr everything went off well I’m happy!

ME: What else needs to be taken home mummy?

MUM: All the centre pieces on the men’s side, please get them for me Yasmeen. And take them to the car.

The men’s side was empty empty empty. There was only Uzair, Zaheer, Yusuf and Armaan. Uzair was busy playing candy crush on his phone. (I could tell by the way he was concentrating on his phone) Armaan was busy tapping away on his phone. Yusuf was playing Flappy birds ( I could tell by the way he kept screaming at his screen ‘damn you you stupid bird’) And Zaheer was just staring into space… His eyes were fixated on one point and I followed his gaze only to see that he was staring at the corner of the ceiling. When I looked back at him, he was staring straight at me…

ME: Umm.. since you seem to be doing nothing, help me with these please?

ZAHEER: Whats the magic word?

ME: I’ve had a long day. I have no time for manners!

ZAHEER: (picking up the flowers) Part of your whole ‘change’ phase should be you changing to be a NICER person. Emphasis on the NICE!

ME: Emphasis on the keep quiet! Less talking more working!

There were about 20 centre pieces in total. It took us 5 trips back and forth, between my mothers car and the hall to finally get all the decor into her boot! But when I went back to the ladies side, it was completely empty! My mother was gone! And so was aunty Raeesa and Aunty Salma! I pulled out my phone only to see 5 missed calls from my mother. I phoned her back real quick

ME: Hello?

MUM: Yasmeen! Don’t you ever answer your phone?!

ME: Sorry! I was busy doing what you told me to do. Where are you’ll gone?

MUM: Armaan was falling asleep and Aaliyah was beginning to get a little bit of a temperature.

ME: She got fever???

MUM: She’s just feeling sick. I went home with Aunty Raeesa. I think Aunty Zaheera also left with Yusuf. Tell Zaheer to take my car and bring you home. I left the key in your bag.

ME: Okay

It wasn’t just me and Zaheer.. We were also giving Uzair a lift back home since his parents decided to ditch him… The car ride home was quiet until Uzair spoke

UZAIR: Zaheer, pull over at a supermarket please.

So when we got to the nearest supermarket Zaheer pulled over

ZAHEER: What you need?

UZAIR: Don’t ask just pick a flavour. Orange or strawberry?

ZAHEER: What you going to get?

UZAIR: Just pick one

Zaheer looked at me very quizzically. I knew what Uzair was doing.. It was something we did about 8 months ago. I looked at Zaheer re assuringly and nodded my head

ZAHEER: Umm… Strawberry?

UZAIR: (looking at me) And you want strawberry also?

I nodded my head in agreement. Uzair hopped off the car. I can’t believe he actually wanted to do this! 5 minutes later he returned with a packet and as he got into the car, we heard the bottles clink against each other

UZAIR: Can I drive Zaheer?

ZAHEER: Err, what’s going on?

ME: Let him drive Zah

ZAHEER: Do you trust him?

ME: (nodding my head) Yeah, I know what he’s doing.. Just.. go with it

ZAHEER: (unbuckling his seat belt) If you say so.

Uzair and Zaheer swapped places, leaving me all alone in the back. I didn’t mind though. Part fo my change was to be able to be happy with my self.

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ZAHEER: Can someone please tell me what’s going on?

Uzair had just parked by Durban Beach front and Zaheer just looked more confused

ZAHEER: We going swimming?? At midnight?? IN SOUTH AFRICA! What if we get mugged or something?!?!

ME: Oh calm your kebabs princess of Arabia!

ZAHEER: You’ve done this before?

ME: I’ve done this once. Not sure how many times Uzair has done this

UZAIR: (smiling) I’ve only ever done this once

ZAHEER: Well great! Perfect! Supeeerb! But can someone PLEASE tell me exactly WHAT we are about to do!?

ME: Wait and see.. Saboooor!

We went onto the pier and Uzair handed us our bottles. I noticed he had picked an orange bottle and not strawberry. He and I emptied the contents of out bottles into the sea. Uzair pulled out a pen and notepad

ZAHEER: Woah, where’d you get that from?

UZAIR: They were selling it in the supermarket. (handing us each a piece of paper) Here

ZAHEER: I am still very confused. Please shed some light

ME: (sighing) ever heard of a message in a bottle? Once before tonight, Uzair and I tossed these same kind bottles into the sea writing things we wish to let go of… And for some reason Bobat here has brought us 3 to do it today ! So less talking more thinking about something you want to let go of

Uzair scribbled down what he wanted to let go of. He handed the pen to me, then walked back to the car. I didn’t have to think long and hard, this time I knew what I wanted to let go of and so I wrote it down, shoved it into the bottle tossed it into the sea and handed the pen to Zaheer

ZAHEER: wait, so I just write something?

ME: Don’t think too much about it Zah. I know it might feel stupid, but you feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders… Well that’s how I feel

ZAHEER: (breathing out heavily) Okay then

He scribbled away on his paper as I walked back to the car. Uzair was already inside and shortly after I jumped in so did Zaheer. He drove us back home and this time it was complete silence… I looked at the backs of Uzair and Zaheer. After tossing that bottle into the sea, I felt relieved! I didn’t need these boys in my life! Of course Uzair was my best friends cousin in law, and Zaheer was my mothers best friends son, but I didn’t need that like how I use to.

I was independent enough to be alone and not be depressed.

I was strong enough to stand up for my self and want to change.

I loved my self enough to not put my self through emotional pain.

I was a changed, mature girl growing into a Woman!

And I had never felt happier in my lifetime then I had in that car ride home…

 

Just Married  ♥

Just Married ♥

SPRINKLES CAKE!

SPRINKLES CAKE!

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Wedding Cake…

Part 99 – The Wedding Part 1

Hold onto your goooooooooodbyeeeeeees! :( :) The wedding will be split into 2 parts :P Soo please please enjoy habibti’s Much Love DubainGirl ♥ xoxo

Through a Camera Lens...

Through a Camera Lens…

 

Every aunty must have swatted me away about 5 times before I actually left them alone! What can I say, I liked to keep memories!

MUM: Yasmeen! Take that thing away from here!

AUNTY ZAHEERA: Are you videoing us?! No man! I don’t have my scarf on!

Even Aunty Raeesa was at the Akoojee’s house helping out. The atmosphere was really lively, who wouldn’t want to be around us?! Sleeping beauty Fatimah was still fast asleep… The nikkah was for after zuhr.

I was awake really early because after my little falling off the stairs incident yesterday, I ended up with a big lump on the back of my head. It hurt. A LOT! To the extent that I couldn’t sleep on my back!

After wrapping up my videoing session,the ladies went away to the hall to set up the table and stuff. I would’ve joined them but I pick sleep over work any day of the week. Without much more thought, I hopped into bed and fell fast asleep… Dreaming of Fatimah in a big poofy white Alexander McQueen wedding gown…

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The hall was absolutely stunning! It had been transformed completely! Drapes all around, you would never think you were in a Durban hall. It looked much more sophisticated, modern. The entrance had the centre table with drinks and sweets. Oooooh how I loved those drinks! Since I wanted to get all my photograph’s of the hall captured before the guests arrived, I went there around asr time, in my cloak to get the job done! Unfortunately, I still wasn’t sure I wanted to drive…

ME: Mummy please take me to the hall. I’ll be 20 minutes

MUM: Yasmeen I have stuff to do! Don’t trouble anyone else with this!

ME: But maa! You know if I could drive I would!

AUNTY RAEESA: Where you want to go?

ME: To the hall

AUNTY RAEESA: Why so early?

ME: Because I want to take the pictures everyone gets there.

AUNTY RAEESA: My car is here if you want to use it?

ME: (smiling) I can’t drive aunty Raeesa.

MUM: And I won’t allow her to wreck someone else’s car!

AUNTY RAEESA: I’m sure we can find someone who can drive you.

She walked off and I followed behind her until she was outside. She waved over to Zaheer who had just come up the driveway

AUNTY RAEESA: Zaheer, take Yasmeen to the hall please. But make it quick!

ZAHEER: The hall??

ME: No time to explain! The sooner we go the sooner we come back!!

We jumped into his mothers Mercedes. I looked around the plush interior of the car. WOW! This car was…. fancy!

ZAHEER: Its not ours.

ME: What?

ZAHEER: The car… It’s not our car. Its my aunties.

ME: Aaah, that explains the… necklace thingy (pointing to this bedazzled chain hanging from the mirror)

ZAHEER: My aunty is a real fashionista! You’d actually get along with her really well

ME: (laughing) Let’s keep me meeting more of your family to a absolute minimum.

ZAHEER: (gasping) I’m hurt! What’s wrong with us Mohamed’s?! We so nice and kind and-

ME: Spare me the publicity you’re currently giving your OWN family name!

ZAHEER: What can I say… I’m a  proud Mohamed!

ME: Like I didn’t know that already…. So….

ZAHEER: So what?

ME: What’s the deal with you and Yasmin?

I went flying forward as the car jerked to a screeching stop! Lucky I was wearing my seat belt and Zaheer had flung his hand to stop my head from hitting against the dash board

ME: What the HELL ZAHEER?! Do you want to cause an accident??!?!!?

ZAHEER: I… I…. You… (Breathing heavily) How do you know?

ME: How do I know what? Yasmin is Joburg Girl?? Oh, that I figured out on my own!

ZAHEER: It was you! You were the one eaves dropping!

ME: Oh please! Me?! Eaves dropping. What are you talking about?

ZAHEER: How do you even know about it then??

ME: I have my sources

ZAHEER: (giving me BIG eyes) Yasmeen. TELL ME!

ME: NO! Now drive!

ZAHEER: (sighing) We are talking about this!

My hands started to shake as I help onto my camera. Zaheer had a way with words, his expensive schooling really did pay off. And I knew somehow he was going to get it out of me as to how I found out about Joburg Girl! We pulled up outside the hall and I dashed out of the car before he could lock me inside like how he did during Eid. And back to how I said that the hall looked….

AMAZING!

From the minute you walked in, it smelt of jasmine… This had Nuha written ALL over it! She loved her flowers, and I knew for a fact that Jasmine and Lavender were her favourite’s! I pulled out my camera and snapped away. The sweets, the entrance, the drinks… Umm…. the centre pieces, tables, decor, even right down to the tissues, I took pictures of EVERYTHING!

‘what are you doing here’

I turned around and Yasmin was standing there… What in gods name was she doing here?!

ME: I was just, busy taking pictures… What about you? (suddenly very curious)

YASMIN: (sighing) I was hoping to catch Nuha or Uzair… They haven’t been answering any of my calls or replying to any of my messages

ME: They must be busy. I haven’t even spoken to Nuu today. She’s probably soaking her self in a bubble bath! You know how Nuha is… (smiling through gritted teeth)

YASMIN: And Uzair? Have you heard from him?

I opened my mouth about to lie, then I closed it. I thought hard about what I was going to say to her but a voice startled us both

ZAHEER: Yasmeen

We both turned around. And somehow I felt triumphant because I knew Zaheer was calling me and not Yasmin

ZAHEER: Oh (seeing Yasmin) Umm… the other Yasmeen (turning towards me) Madame, are you done? We need to go

ME: Err… Lemme just finish up and we can go. You can wait in the car.

ZAHEER: (eyeing Yasmin, eyeing me) No, I think I’ll watch you in action

ME: (rolling my eyes) Can you just wait in the car?! Stop being so stubborn

ZAHEER: (Laughing hysterically) Look who’s talking about being ‘stubborn’ You Raheem woman are impossible to please!

ME: Who said I wanted to be happy?

ZAHEER: So you want to be sad lonely woman for the rest of your life?

ME: Why are we even talking about this?! Just go wait in the car!

ZAHEER: Only if you tell me how you know…

ME: No! I’m not telling you!

ZAHEER: And now I know FO’SURE it was either Nuha or Fatimah! I know you too well Yasmeen, You protect your best friends. (smirking)

I was a really crappy liar! It was no use to deny it… Let’s just hope he wasn’t going to go take off with Nuha OR Fatimah. I noticed Yasmin was STILL standing there. She was just standing there… watching us.

ME: We will continue this stupid conversation in the car! Now go

ZAHEER: No! Hurry up or I’ll leave you here

ME: (smiling) You wouldn’t.. We both know you wouldn’t.

And I stalked off to the middle of the hall to take a panorama picture of the entire hall. What was Zaheer even thinking?! He wanted to discuss how I knew about Joburg Girl….. in FRONT of JG her self!! Na-uuuuh! I was not going to be cruel! I finished take my pictures and walked towards the entrance where Yasmin was sitting, engrossed in her phone.

ZAHEER: (walking towards me) Geez finally! (taking my camera)

ME: What are you doing?

ZAHEER: Being helpful

ME: (snorting) That’s a first

ZAHEER: At the rate you’re going, you going to be walking home!

ME: Yasmin, do you need a lift home?

Zaheer’s body stiffened as I offered Yasmin a lift home. I could see his drip tighten around my camera

ME: Don’t break my camera!

ZAHEER: I won’t (loosening his grip) See, I won’t break it.

ME: Yasmin?

YASMIN: Gee, huh Err, no I still want to wait for Uzair

I looked at Zaheer. He couldn’t stop me

ME: RIGHT! We’re clearing this up RIGHT NOW!

ZAHEER: Yasmeen, don’t!

ME: No Zaheer! No more secrets no more lies no more hiding behind fake truths! I want it ALL out on the table from BOTH of you now!

I looked at Yasmin’s face. Her expression was PRICELESS! My word her mouth hung open in SHOCK that I had just had the guts to confront her FACE TO FACE about her past experience with Zaheer

ME: Well if neither of you talk, we ‘re not going to get anywhere…..

ZAHEER: Just tell me how you know?

I re told the story to both of them. I plopped my self onto the chair next to Yasmin’s and Zaheer chose to stay standing as I looked back and forth, re telling the story of how we all found out about JG

YASMIN: (close to tears) Uzair…. Nuha…. I…. I…..

ME: Yasmin, don’t… Look, I know its not my place to speak, but just leave Uzair. You said it your self, you’re trying to better your self as a muslin, and after all this Zaheer Yasmin Joburg wedding crap, he finally realized.

YASMIN: (in a whisper) Realized what?

ME: That there’s no room for dating if he wants to do the right thing. He has a heart of gold. You and Zaheer…. (through gritted teeth I shot Zaheer daggers) I honestly don’t even WANT to know what went down between you two

ZAHEER: Yasmeen (reaching out to me)

ME: No! Don’t even…

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………..

I thought I could handle this, but I can’t. I’ll see you in the car Zaheer.

I walked out into the Spring air of Durban and just started to read durood shareef! I needed to calm down! This was not about me. It was about bettering everyone around me and in the process hopefully bettering my self. I composed my self and got into the car. A few minutes later Zaheer walked out of the hall and jumped into the car. We drove home on silence all the way till we reached Aunty Zaheera’s house

ME: Jazkallah for the lift Zaheer. I’m sorry about earlier on. You were right I should have just kept quiet

ZAHEER: (nodding his head)

ME: I’ll see you later (smiling)

Wedding Reception

Wedding Reception

 

Shoutout to all thee AmaZzing BA Girls
Luv frm Faati

Epilogue, or no Epilogue?

So here’s the deal, as a writer I won’t be able to please everyone, and the ending of DOAD might not be what every single reader wants/ expects… :P

A few viewers have expressed how they would like an ‘a few years later’ kind of post.

I have no objection to writing this, BUT, if there were to be an epilogue, it would be part 100. :)

Here is where yo, the readers, have to decide…

Would you like part 99 and 100 all about the double wedding???

OR, would you like part 99 about the wedding, and part 100 an epilogue of Yasmeen’s life??

It’s your choice! I need ALL votes in ASAP :) Much Love DubainGirl  ♥ xoxo

Part 98- Apa Yasmeen

Here’s a bit of maths guys… Did you know… 500,000 IS HALF OF A MILLION?!?!?! :P :D ;)

And guess which blog, THANKS TO IT’S AMAZING READERS, has achieved half a million views?!?!?! :D :D :D

THIS BLOG HAS!!!!!  *woop woop big cheers*

500,000 VIEWS :O

Thank you, thank you, thank you, a thousand times!!! :D From the bottomest of my heart, I thank EVERY SINGLE HUMAN BEING that has EVER viewed DOAD! (haters and lovers, because they all add up to this magnifique amount) ;) And even though DOAD comes to its end real soon, at least it goes out with a BANG! But its not the end just quite yet…. :) Still another 2 posts to go my lovelies :( Much Love DubainGirl ♥ xoxo

Uzair Bobat: Perfect Muslim Son

Uzair Bobat: Perfect Muslim Son

On drink duty *sigh*

On drink duty *sigh*

 

Visitors began to flood in and soon Fatimah, Nuha, Uzair and I floated away into the sea of people. And once Aunty Zaheera caught sight of me, I was doomed! She had me on drinks duty. I had to make sure the Kola Tonic, Passion Fruit Lemonade and Mint and strawberry drinks were always topped up!

Yes guys, this was Yasmeen Raheem being selfless! And I would have really enjoyed it if I didn’t have more pressing matters that needed to be dealt with!!! But unfortunately, there was no hiding from Aunty Zaheera. She was like a hawk! Every time I tried to slip away, she would find some empty jug for me to re fill. I visited the kitchen SO many times in one hour that my feet were programmed to just walk to the dining room. Then kitchen. Repeat that about 25 times, and know you understand how tired I was!

Nuha and Fatimah were no where to be seen and I could see Uzair standing with his mother deep in conversation. Would he tell his mother??? Maybe he was asking her for advice… After all mother’s do know best. And they can advise us in the best ways possible. I would have to ask him later what they were talking about because within seconds I was being dragged out of the kitchen, through the back door, and into the back garden.

ME: Gedooofff!!

FATIMAH: Geez woman! You don’t even say thank you!

ME: Oh thank Allah! It’s you!

FATIMAH: Who else would it be?? No offence Yasmeen, I mean who would want to mug you?

ME: Keep quiet! Your mother has me working my bum off!

FATIMAH: (laughing) I know its quite a sight to see!

ME: Not funny! Where’s Nuha??

FATIMAH: With all this drama going on, she forgot to change so she went home.

ME: (laughing) Did she run??

FATIMAH: (shaking her head) That girl! She’s crazy!

ME: And she’s your sister in law!

FATIMAH: So what we going to do?? What is Nuha going to tell Yasmin?  That she snooped through her phone then ran here?!

ME: Well technicallllly, she never snoop. Yasmin knew that Nuu wanted to see the pictures. See. No snooping. And secondly, Nuha will figure it out. Bigger problem is Uzair!

FATIMAH: He looks finished man! It’s just not fair! He’s not an idiot but all of this stuff only happens to him…

ME: Maybe there’s a reason…

FATIMAH: A reason to what??

ME: Maybe there is a reason behind why Uzair’s relationships never work out. Maybe its because… And maybe this is just Apa Yasmeen talking… Maybe it’s because he’s not supposed to date at all.

Fatimah just stood there looking at me as if I were mad.

ME: Think about it hey… Uzair reads his 5 times salaah. He goes for Jumuah. He doesn’t drink, he doesn’t smoke, he doesn’t do any of that illegal crap. His only sin is dating! This is could somehow be HIS wakeup call!

FATIMAH: Yasmeen…. YOU’RE….. A GENIUS!!!

ME: You believe me?!

FATIMAH: Gurrl, you should give your self more credit! And yes! It makes perfect sense! Yes its a bit apa’fied but still! It makes sense. Uzair is shukr a good son, a good Muslim son…. its just the dating that let’s him down

ME: So my theory  is correct?

FATIMAH: It’s the brightest side this  whole ‘Joburg Girl’ story has Yasmeen. You’re going to tell him or should I?

ME: I’ll tell him… But later. I need to go change man! Look at me!

So we both headed up to Fatimah’s room avoiding the crowd. I had my outfit planned already! A lace and chiffon dress, that was high in the front and full length in the back. I wore skinny jeans and a long sleeve inner. The top half of the dress had cream lace work  and the bottom was all a peachy chiffon flowing fabric. Aunty Zaheera had to have mercy on me! I could NOT work in this dress! If anything had to happen to it… I’d cry!

OH MY WORD! I sound like such a princess right now! I should just be grateful I have shoes! Heels or no heels, there were children out there without protection on their feet. But what made me stop my complaining was thinking of the children in the world without any feet to put shoes onto. Ya Allah, I really was very blessed!

Fatimah and I adjusted our scarves then made our way downstairs. We socialized a little before we went to the ladies table and took our seats. I had been seeing my mother after what felt like AGES! I really had been so caught up with everything else, that I completely forgot about my family

ME: Mummy jaan! So lovely to see you! (hugging her from behind)

MUM: (laughing) Where you been loafing my dear daughter?

ME: It’s my best friends wedding! Of course I’m going to be loafing everywhere!

I turned towards the Aunty my mother was talking to, Zaheer’s mother.

ME: Asaalaamualaykum Aunty Raeesa

AUNTY RAEESA: Wa alaykumus salaam Yasmeen. Wow, look at you! All grown up! Masha Allah

ME: (laughing)  Jazakallah Aunty Raeesa. You not looking a day over 30!

AUNTY RAEESA: (laughing) What a sweet little liar you got here Suraiyah!

MUM: Sweet? My daughter?! You sure about that Raeesa??

While they both laughed away, I just smiled nodded my head then walked away.

I was about to sit next to Fatimah but a very concerned looking face caught my eye. I realised I was staring into the eyes of Aunty Salma. I gave her a re assuring smile. I don’t even know why. But she looked so miserable and I felt like she needed that smile.

Instead of sitting with Fatimah, I went off searching, through the crowds I literally looked high and low for Uzair. He needed to hear what I had to say! He went into the kitchen… Well at least I’d only be attracting the attention of the maids and not all the guests. I rushed after him…

ME: Hold it right there Bobat!

UZAIR: Not now Yasmeen (drinking a glass of water)

ME: Yes now! Because there is no better time than the present. And the present. Is. Now

UZAIR: I said not. Now.

ME: I don’t care what you said Uzair. This is all I have to say! Hear me out and I’ll be gone.

UZAIR: (rolling his eyes) Not like I have a choice.

ME: Right. So here you are in this craaaazzzzeeee mess! And all Fatimah and I can think to our selves is, why does this only happen to you? Why does Uzair Bobat always pick the wrong apple from the tree? Why is he prone to getting the girl that isn’t who she says she is?

UZAIR: Watch what you say… You beginning to sounds judgemental.

ME: Okay… Maaf. All I’m trying to say is that, first Yumna… now Yasmin. And Fatimah and I still wonder. Why?!

UZAIR: So are you going to grace me with your brilliance as to WHY this ALWAYS happens to ME?! (sarcastic smile)

ME: Stop being so rude!

UZAIR: (mumbling) I’m sorry

ME: Anyway…… You cant laugh, or jump to conclusions. Its just a theory. Uzair…. You are literally the closest thing, in my opinion, to what a good Muslim son should be. You listen to your parents, you take care of them, you go to mosque for all your salaah’s, EVEN FAJR! You don’t drink or smoke or party… BUT

UZAIR: The bug ‘but’….

ME: But it’s just this whole dating thing that lets you down. And you can think ”who the hell is Yasmeen Raheem to tell me about right and wrong?!” I admit, I’m no saint! I’ve had my fair share of wrong doings. But I had  a wake up call…. I’m still no saint Uzzi, but I’m trying.

UZAIR: (sighing) What’s your point??

ME: Maybe… maybe this is Allah’s way of showing you that these haraam relationships are not worth it… Has it been worth it in the past? I think not… And that’s because it is wrong and it displeases the people around us as well as it displeasing Allah.

UZAIR: (smirking) You really have become one Apa eh Raheem!

ME: (giving him big eyes) I am NO apa! At all! I just… I just got in trouble recentlyand it mad eme re think everthing. Theres a time and a place for wanting to be with someone, and unless you wnat to get married Bobat, I suggest you just forget it all!

UZAIR: Well, I’m still studying so no, no marriage right now

ME: I just feel like there is so much more I could do with my time rather than get sin and make my parents unhappy by dating some boy!

UZAIR: You sound like you got it all figured out eh Apa Yasmeen…

ME: Uzaaaaaaaaaair! Stop man! I’m no Apa. And no, I don’t have it all figured out! I’m still learning… I’m still trying… And I’m watching you live yoru life, getting hurt like this over and over again. Spare your self the pain Uzair!

UZAIR: (running his fingers through his hair) What do you suppose I do Yasmeen? Since you seem to have all the answers… What do you say I do to ‘spare my self the pain’?!

ME: (smiling) That’s easy! Look, I’ve been doing some research on ways I can change my life. Turn it around, so something more with my time. And I think I came across the PERFECT thing for you!

UZAIR: (raising his eyebrows) Is that so??

ME: It is! (smiling again)

UZAIR: You seem excited about it…

ME: Well because it fits you SO well! You’re kind, generous, selfless, willing to help and most importantly.. you NEED a one way ticket out of Durban! You need to get your kind heart out there into the world to help the less fortunate.

UZAIR: (his eyes going big) Come again?!

ME: You….  You’re the most generous person I know. You give and you don’t expect anything in return.  Uzair, I’m being serious. What would you say to getting out of Durban? Leaving all this drama behind…

UZAIR: What? You mean like a holiday?

ME: Noo…. More like, voulteer work. You’d be gone for a month, helping to re build communities and homes.

UZAIR: You’re being serious?

ME: Uzair, You are capable of this! Allah gave you a big heart for a reason… Not so that you can waste your kindness on selfish people like us. You can help others who have nothing! And dont even ask me WHY I know so much about all this volunteering, I just do!

UZAIR: (running his fingers through his hair) So how does all of this volunteer stuff work??

ME: (looking surprised) You’re considering it?!?!??!

UZAIR: (shrugging his shoulders) What do I have to lose…

ME: There’s this website, that has all the information you’d need! It’s this international organization, where people are grouped together and they’re taken to different places and they help communities and… and the more I read, the more I thought of how perfect it was for you!

UZAIR: You really think this… this volunteer work, will help me?

ME: I think it would be the BEST thing that ever happened to you! Shukr, we all have so much…. and Uzair I just feel like this volunteer work is so you!

UZAIR: (Smiling) ‘So me’. That’s the English your fancy school teaches you?!

ME: (rolling my eyes) That’s all you think of after I told you all of that??

UZAIR: Naah, I’m just joking…

……

……

Okay fine!

ME: You’ll do it!

UZAIR: I will consider it… In depth. Send me the link to the website, but you have to help me if they tell me to fill out forms! I hate writing man!

ME: Oh my gawwd! Uzair! I swear you wont regret it! It looks like a lot of fun!

UZAIR: So why wont you do it?

ME: (shrugging my shoulders) I said being selfless was YOUR thing… I wouldn’t survive a day!

Just then, the kitchen door burst open, and Uzair’s mother hurriedly walked over to her son completely oblivious I was standing there…

AUNTY SALMA: There you are Uzair! Aunty Farhana has been looking all over for you!

UZAIR: Mummy, you know she doesn’t like being called ‘aunty’.

AUNTY SALMA: She doesnt like a lot of things! You still call her aunty Farhana, out of respect

UZAIR: Gee mummy, What does she want with me?

AUNTY SALMA: Eh, I dunno! That aunty she’s-…. Oh salaams Yasmeen

ME: (embracing Aunty Salma in a hug) Aunty Salmaaaaaaaaaaaa!  I have missed you!

AUNTY SALMA: Oh have you! That’s why you so busy with Fatimah and Nuha isn’t?

ME: (laughing) Just making the most of my time here.

AUNTY SALMA: Of course doll! I dont blame you. You must miss the family when you in Dubai

ME: I doo… LOADS!

AUNTY SALMA: Well then you must come back soon! (turning to Uzair) Uzair, go find Aunty Farhana quickly! Excuse me

And she left the kitchen. I was biting my lip SO hard supressing the laughter inside of me

UZAIR: Don’t even. Laugh

But I couldn’t hold it in!!!!!

ME: (laughing hysterically) AUNTY FARHANA WANTS TO SEE YOU (laughing) OH myyy Golllllly GOSH! SO FUNNY

UZAIR: So not funny!

He rolled his eyes then left the kicthen. I stuck around and waited till the laughter had subsided, then I left the kitchen and went in search of Fatimah. She was happily sitting, eating, chatting away. I plopped my self into the seat beside her

FATIMAH: Where in the world were you?? You do realise my wedding is tomorrow! You cant just… just disappear like that

ME: (laughing) Calm down Fatooo! I was just…. (dishing some food onto my plate) Busy

FATIMAH: Busy….. Doing WHAT???

ME: I was busssssyyyy…………… (smirking) Saving the world!

Saving the world....

Saving the world….

Kindness ♥

Kindness ♥

Part 97 – JG aka Joburg Girl

These comments from everyone, just bring me to absolute tears! The support love and well wishes Im receiving from all my readers and other bloggers is overwhelming and I can not even begin to explain how much I appreciate all of it! All the well wishes, the dua’s, everything! Jzakallahu khairaan Habibiti’s! Now with 3 more posts to go… My emotions are running high :P So I’d just like to quickly thank Bloggers out there that have shown their love and support. To name a few, Life Love Destiny, MemonGirl, and Rediscovery57! And if I have missed any other authors, I hope you guys do know that I am VERY thankful :) Much Love DubainGirl ♥ xoxo

Massage... Yes please!

Massage… Yes please!

Spa Day...

Spa Day…

The night before the wedding was total chaos!! Not the average wedding jitters and last minute running around normal people would experience. We were a bunch of freaks, which meant our drama was…just…very different! I had absolutely no idea that anything was up between Yasmin and Zaheer until SHE came and told us. No no noo, it wasn’t Ms. Laher that gutsied up to tell us that Zaheer and herself were acquainted. I heard it from another source…

It had been a really chillaxed day to tell you the truth… The three besties, Fatimah Nuha and I, had decided to go to a masseuse to ease the tension on the bride to be’s.

Tension?! What tensions?! Fatimah was so chilled about this whole marriage thing, I was actually really proud of her! I wasn’t any ‘bride to be’ but I had more stress bottles up within me so I really did appreciate that massage. It was heavenly!

ME: I can roll my head without it cracking. Ooo… And my skin feels so smooth and sooffft

FATIMAH: That’s because of the oil you do-do

Nuha and I looked at Fatimah and burst out laughing!

NUHA: Do-do! Reeally Fatz?!

FATIMAH: Yes really. Do you guys have a problem with my choice of insult

ME: Noo noo, not at all!

We stopped at Fego’s to get ice cream then carried on our way home. Fatimah finally had the courage to drive and so she had treated us to the massage and ice cream, but I noticed on the way home while driving her fingers seemed to tap the steering wheel a lot

ME: (raising my eyebrow) Fatoo

FATIMAH: yeah?

ME: Everything okay?

FATIMAH: Everything is rosy posy!

That was twice now that Fatimah had said something that wasn’t ‘fatimah like’. She would NEVER say ‘rosy posy’ or call me a ‘do-do’. No… Something was definitely up! We dropped Nuha off at home so that she could change and see her later on for supper. But once we were back at Fatimah’s I grilled that girl one way

ME: (closing the room door behind me) Al right Missy! Spill!

FATIMAH: I-

ME: Don’t tell me ‘I don’t know what you talking about’. You’ve been on edge the whole car ride home! So Yallah, start talking

FATIMAH: (nodding her head) you don’t understand. Look, I don’t know for sure and I don’t want to get sin and assume stuff. And it was wrong that I overheard their conversation but…

ME: But what?! Who’s they?? Fatz come on tell me!

FATIMAH: (sighing and sitting on the edge of her bed) You know yesterday? When we were all sitting in the lounge

ME: Yeah?

FATIMAH: And Zaheer got back up after he came in looking he had seen a ghost?

ME: Yeah…

FATIMAH: He really did see a ghost. A ghost from his past. He never thought he would see her again but then yesterday he saw her

ME: Saw who? Who is this girl?

FATIMAH: (biting her lip) He saw Joburg girl

ME: How do you know that?

FATIMAH: Because… Zayaan had leant me this book a few days back and I had brought it with me last night to his house so I could return it. When I handed it to Nuha she said I should go put it in the office.

ME: Wait, how is any of this relevant to Joburg girl???

FATIMAH: Sabr man! I’m not done talking! So I had the book with me and I went to the office. And I opened the door slightly…. But then I heard voices. Yasmeen I don’t know what to do! I heard stuff no one is supposed to know! And if I tell you well… I’m just assuming she’s JG!

ME: (smiling) JG… So now we abbreviated her title?

FATIMAH: Yes!

ME: Do I know this girl?

FATIMAH: Well… Yes

ME: If you don’t want to tell me WHO she is, can you at least tell me what they said?

FATIMAH: (sighing) I only heard snippets. He was telling her how it was a mistake and… and she was scared he was going to tell people

ME: Who would Zaheer even tell though? The only people he knows here are the Bobat’s

FATIMAH: And you still haven’t figured out who JG is?! Woman, YOU’RE supposed to be the mastermind!

ME: Just carry on please!

FATIMAH: So yeah, I couldn’t clearly hear what they were saying and I didn’t want to go inside and interrupt… but…

ME: But what???

FATIMAH: I heard your name.

That kinda shocked me….

ME: What… what did they say?

FATIMAH: I didn’t catch what the girl said, but Zaheer said ‘she’s not MY Yasmeen’

ME: Well that part is true?

FATIMAH: And you serious this time??

ME: I can’t date Fatimah! I knew ll along that dating is wrong, and haraam and all those other things. And I chose to still be stupid and have those stupid relationships. And I am hoping that this is a wakeup call I stick to because…. because I feel like there is no point. What is the point in dating?? It brings me no good in life. Quite the opposite.

FATIMAH: Well I’m glad you finally thinking straight. I never thought I’d see the day where you finally admitted it that it brought you no good

ME: (sighing) it brought no goodness into my life… At all….

FATIMAH: Well, if I know for SURE you won’t go running to Zaheer because you have just proved, you’re maturing Yasooo (jumping on to me giving me a hug)

ME: Oh geddofff me Fatoo!!! (Hugging her back) Don’t go all mummy’fied on me please!

FATIMAH: I’m just…… proud! Look at how much we’ve grown up…. I’m getting married tomorrow Yasmeen! Can you believe that?!

ME: (laughing) We not little girls any more, prancing around in poofy princess dresses

FATIMAH: But we’ll always have our inner princess’s isn’t…..

ME: Of course babe. You’re going to be a married woman from tomorrow…

FATIMAH: (Smiling) How did we get so off topic?

ME: (shrugging my shoulders) I was telling you how knowledge has struck me on how dating is wrong, and you got too excited about my ‘maturing’

FATIMAH: (laughing) Maturing! Mother Fatimah is proud!

…..

…..

You promise you won’t tell Zaheer?

ME: What? You’re going to tell me who she is??

FATIMAH: As long as you don’t tell Zaheer, or Yasmin…

ME: Yasmin? What does she have to do with Joburg Girl

Oh no

No

no

nooooo!

I fell backwards onto the bed a bewildered expression stuck onto my face! I stared at the ceiling

ME: You can NOT be serious….. (In a whisper) Yasmin….is Joburg Girl?

FATIMAH: I don’t want to assume… but yeah from the conversation I heard, it seems SHE is JG

ME: (nodding my head) Noo noo noo! It can’t be!! Not again Fatimah no no no!

I jumped to my feet and started pacing the length of Fatimah’s room! NO! Yasmin wasn’t supposed to be a mistake for Uzair! God! Was this boy just prone to being with girls that were no good for him?!?!? No! Now I was judging her, and that was even worse

FATIMAH: Why are you freaking out??

ME: Uzair… Yasmin, Uzair… Fatimah.. This is ALL wrong!

FATIMAH: Where are you going???

ME: (heading towards the door) To tell Uzair.. Or to not tell Uzair! I just… I need to talk to Uzair

As I walked out of Fatimah’s room I bumped into someone

”Talk to me about what”

I looked up

OH snappity snap snap snap! It was Uzair! What was he even doing here?!?!??!

ME: What are you doing here??

UZAIR: I’m with Yusuf and I heard you two talking so I came to gate-crash

ME: Ooooooooh……….

UZAIR: Yeeeeeeeeah, so what you wanted to tell me??

I looked behind me at Fatimah, searching her face for answers as to what I should do.

ME: Err, I just. Wanted. To tell you that… You’re doing a FAB job helping out for the wedding!!! Okay ! Bye!

And I dashed past him and I ran down the stairs

UZAIR: Yasmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!

His voice was getting closer! No man! This was not supposed to happen! He was NOT supposed to have yet another disastrous event in his life caused by Mr. Mohamed! Wait, now could I even blame this on Zaheer? Yaysiies!! There was just so much going on in my head, I didn’t realise Zain’s toy train was on the floor. And before I knew it, I tripped, fell and ended up on my back, facing the ceiling

OUUUUUUUUUUUUCH!!!! MY BACK! MY HEAD!! MY EVERYTHING HURT!!!!

UZAIR: You are seriously a walking disaster!!! (Holding his hand out for me to take)

ME: No! I’ll get up my self

UZAIR: (stepping back) Al right, and once you do you can tell me what I overheard eh Raheem…

ME: You heard?

UZAIR: Bits and pieces. So now you might as well piece together the puzzle in my head before I go ask Yasmin!

ME: (sitting crossed leg on the floor) what do you want to know?

UZAIR: (sitting down on the floor as well) I heard Joburg girl, Correct me if I’m wrong, this Joburg Girl ties into Zaheer right?

ME: (sighing) yes

UZAIR: And….

ME: And what?

UZAIR: And you and Fatimah were talking about Joburg Girl because…

ME: She has a…. theory about Joburg Girl. She thinks she knows who it is…

UZAIR: (raising his eyebrow) So? Who is it?

Just then the front door opened, and Nuha appeared

NUHA: Yass.. (breath) Yass (breath)  Yass!! (Getting her breath)  Yasmin!!  (Breathing in and out a few times) She’s Joburg Girl!

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Wait? WHAT?!

ME: How did you know that??

NUHA: Long (breath) Story (sitting down beside me on the floor)

We both looked at Uzair and watched how his face settled with a shocked expression. His eyebrows could not decide whether they wanted to be raised in shock, or furrowed in anger. I felt sorry for him and Nuha looked at me biting her lip. She was about to speak but I shook my head signalling for her to not say anything…

After quite some time, Uzair looked up at Nuha

UZAIR: Answer Yasmeen’s question, how did you know?

NUHA: She was at home, she was looking for you but you weren’t there and I didn’t know where you were. So we were in my room just chilling and stuff and I was asking her how life was being in America and she said she missed South Africa. And I asked why never ever visited, and she said it was her mother that didn’t want to come back to Durban. They would go to Jozi and C.T. but not Durban and anyway, I asked her when last she came to South Africa and she said they were down for a wedding recently. Now you know meee, I like seeing wedding pictures. So she said she had all the wedding pictures on her phone and she went to the bathroom

ME: Nuha! Cut the detail get to the point!

NUHA: The pictures! There were pictures of Yasmin with the Mohamed’s! Specifically, pictures of her with Waseem and Zaheer. And then it occurred to me that she lied! I asked her a few days ago if she knew the Mohamed’s from Dubai… she said no! It got me thinking….. Why would she lie? She clearly KNOWS the Mohamed’s. And then… and then and then it all made sense! The wedding, how she knew Zaheer. And you telling me about some ‘Joburg Girl’. I literally RAN HERE!

ME: You ran?!?! NUHA! Are you mad!

NUHA: Well I thought you didn’t know! But clearly you do! Might I ask how DO you know??

FATIMAH: Well I think I can tell you that!

Fatoo had finally decided to join us sitting on the floor in the front room. Literally, guests were soon going to be coming into the house through the front room, and there the 4 of us sat cross legged as if we were in primary school playing games. Only… we weren’t playing games. Fatimah informed Nuha on all that she heard the night before between Zaheer and Yasmin. Together, we filled in all the blanks and figured it all out. The whole time Uzair’s face would just change from confusion, to more confusion, to anger, to sadness!

NUHA: You okay?

UZAIR: Hmm? What? Yeah…

And then the door bell rang… and THAT is when all the chaos began…

CHAOS

CHAOS

Best Friends  ♥

Best Friends ♥

 

Part 96- Another One Bites the Dust

This is a bit of a ‘mix masala’ post! ;) A 1/3 of it is written from Nuha’s P.O.V. and the rest is from Zaheer’s P.O.V. :D Enjoy Ladies and Gents! Much Love DubainGirl ♥ xoxo

 

Wedding Prep!

Wedding Prep!

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

 

Madame Akoojee and Madame Raheem were busy loafing around. They couldn’t even tell me! They couldn’t even phone me! Well, I lie! They actually did phone me but I was sooo busy taking off with the caterer I couldn’t hear my phone ringing! Eh, Aunty Yusaira had her hands full as it is, and I couldn’t risk the caterers messing up the food! I needed and wanted it to be as close to perfection as it could possibly be! And we all knew that the easiest way to a man AND woman’s heart was through their stomach’s! You see the smarticles in how to get everyone to love your wedding ;) FOOD

ME: I know I shouted that caterer so much but his food is actually just……..mmmm!!!

YUMNA: I know right! The once he made this Thai chicken dish with sushi! I have never tasted such succulent chicken in my life! And the sushi, you would never think it was raw fish!

ME: (laughing) Succulent! That’s a funny word. And eugh, I’m not a fan of sushi AT ALL!

AUNTY YUSAIRAH: You two! Less chatty more helping!

ME: Yes ma’am (saluting her)

Even though we had a terrible terrible past, I decided it was time to stop blanking Yumna. What’s done was done! Forgive and move on!

YUMNA: Nuu

ME: Yeah?

YUMNA: Are you scared?

ME: For what?

YUMNA: Getting married?

ME: (breathing out) To tell you the truth…. No. I’ve been making bad decisions for a really long time. And somehow, this… me getting married to someone that has bettered me as a Muslim, I don’t feel scared at all. I feel more like I’m doing the right thing… Less sin.

YUMNA: Well, I admire your bravery.

ME: Me? Brave? I get scared of tiny fire ants!

YUMNA: But still! Look at all you’ve been through…. All I have put you through, and you manage to shine bigger and brighter than ever before!

ME: Well then I guess I have you to thank.. You put me through hell, I won’t lie, but if you sya its made me shine brighter and bigger, then I owe it to you, so thank you. I learned a lot.

YUMNA: Don’t thank me! It makes me feel worse. Nuu, I’m sorry

ME: I know. It’s okay. I forgive you

I put aside the past issues between Yumna. We were moving forward and to be honest, I forgave Yumna a long time ago. The minute I had realised that Yasmeen and Fatimah were genuine friends, all past grudges towards Yumna disappeared! As if they never existed! So it was smooth sailing when her mother herself and I would worked together planning the wedding! I thought we would finish a whole lot later than when we did, and I realised I had a few hours to spare till Yasmeen and Fatimah were due to be back home.

A few hours! What in the WORLD would I do for a few hours?! I contemplated telling Yumna to stay, but I didn’t want to rush our friendship full speed ahead. So after I bid the Karodia’s off, it dawned on me that Yasmin was in Durban! They had driven down that very same morning! I phoned her and she said she’d be there in a jiffy! Wooooppeeeee! I had missed Yasmin! She and I grew up together even though she spent 99% of her time with Uzair!

Well now was my chance to catch up with Ms.America! She had one helluva accent! And I hope she hadn’t changed too much from the girl I knew. I was glad to see she was wearing scarf in Dubai last I saw her. Oh well… We’d just have to wait and see….

YASMIN: Nuhaaaaaa!!

ME: Yasmiiiiiiiiiin!!

YASMIN: How are you?

ME: (laughing) Maaf man! I still have to get used to that accent of yours!

YASMIN: It’s chilled! (laughing) I know how you feel. When I was in America I had to adjust

ME: And now look at you! All grown up, and in scarf!

YASMIN: I try……. Nuu, I try!

We went inside and spent hours just talking! Fatimah BB’d me to say she and Yasmeen were back from the wedding cake adventures!

ME: Yas and Fatz are back! Lets go fetch them.

YASMIN: Isn’t Fatimah NOT supposed to see Zayaan

ME: Good point (laughing) That’s all just grannies tales! We having supper here anyway. Lets bring those lazy bums to come help my mother!

YASMIN: Have ALL the guests arrived yet?

ME; Eh, I have NO clue! This wedding list is huuuge! Fatimah’s family, most of them live here. Some family friends are abroad.

YASMIN: Like Yasmeen? Like friends  from Dubai?

ME: Yeeah, in fact I think there’s still another family from Dubai that’s coming. The Mohamed’s? Dunno if you know them?

YASMIN: Nuha, that surname is SO common! I don’t think I know the Dubai ones though

ME: Wouldn’t expect you to, There’s no girls our age. They have 2 sons and such a cutie of a daughter!

YASMIN: Say Masha Allah (nudging me)

ME: (laughing) Gee Apa Yasmin! Masha Allah! You driving to Fatimah’s house or shall I?

YASMIN: Hmm… depends. You want to crash the car or shall I?

That set us off laughing again! Because… neither of us could drive! Guess we would have to drag Uzair or Zayaan with us!

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From Zaheer’s point of View

Durban. Boy was it good to be back home! Eh, it was fantastic to be back home! Last time we went to Joburg, that’s more a party scene. But this… This was home! The comfort of  my Dadee’s house, the aroma of my Nanee’s food… Who needed Dubai when all I needed was right here?! I was hugged and shoved around between my grandparents and their many siblings. My cheeks were pinched, bruised battered and had gone a dark shade of scarlet red!But what was far worse and more annoying was the question nearly every aunty asked me about…. ‘marriage’

Errrrrrrrrr. NO!

I had my whole life ahead of my (in sha Allah) Why would I settle down at 18?!

So after all the pointless panchaat with my extended family, I pulled out my phone to call Yahya. He out of all the Bobat’s was one that I somehow got on with best….

ME: Hey man howzit?

YAHYA: Eh eh eh! Mr Mohamed! You alive?!

ME: I’m alive! And in Durban. Howzit?

YAHYA: Arite, and you bra?

ME: Get me out of here man! All these aunties are eating my brains up with wedding questions!

YAHYA: (laughing) Pretty face like you can’t handle all the attention??

ME: (rolling my eyes) Pretty face like me don’t want to get married and die young!

YAHA: Look at Zayaan and Omar! Marrying young, not dying!

ME: You know what I mean…

YAHYA: Come here then, if you bored.

ME: Where you’ll at?

YAHYA: We at Zayaan’s having supper here.

ME: Eeeh man, I can’t intrude!

YAHYA: Intrude?! Aunty Faiza hears you say that, she’ll throw her frying pan at you!

ME: (laughing) So I’m supposed to be scared of a frying pan??

YAHYA: Shut up and just come here!

And he cut the call. I hopped into my fathers car and drove over to the Bobat’s house. Let’s hope I could live up to what Yasmeen said…

”No awkwardness”

Yeah we’d see about that!

I was going to ring the bell but the door was wide open and the house was alive and buzzing, with people inside, outside, in the garden, in the driveway. These Bobats were forever entertaining!

AHMED: Zaheer! Ma man! (doing this weird hand shake/pull thingy)

ME: Err, hey Ahmed. Howzit?

AHMED: Well well and you?

ME: I just got here today. Where’s Yahya?

AHMED: Inside. See ya!

I wandered into the house, made salaam to the Bobat uncles that looked familiar. I only stopped walking when a hand tapped my shoulder

ME: Oh thank god!

YAHYA: (laughing) You looked a bit lost!

ME: I AM! Why you told me to come here! I know nobody!

YAHYA: Stop being such a girl man!

I followed him over to where familiar faces started to appear. Sitting on a large L shaped couch was Fatimah, Yusuf, Nuha, Omar, Zayaan, Ismaeel, Armaan and… Yasmeen

ZAYAAN: Zaheer (getting up to greet me) Howzit man? When you got here?

ME: Alright and you? Got here a few hours ago. You looking very calm…. No wedding jitters??? (smirking)

FATIMAH: (shooting me daggers) Don’t even think of asking him that!

ZAYAAN: Not that the answer to his question was  yes (smiling sweetly at Fatimah)

I just had to irritate Fatz! It was a must! Her reaction was always so funny!

ME: (laughing) Maaf Fatimah. Congratz again!

FATIMAH: Thanks! Where’s my present?

ME: Present?! Was I meant to bring you something

NUHA: You were meant to bring US something!

ME: Nuha! (laughing) Heard you were getting married too. Another one bites the dust (smirking)

YASMEEN: Zaheer! Don’t be cruel! ‘another one bites the dust’ As if they dying!

YAHYA: You not in here 5 minutes and you already stirring trouble eh Mohamed (laughing)

ME: (laughing) Feel free to boot me out the house any time… Where’s Uzair?

UZAIR: Someone call me?

I turned around to see Uzair waking towards me with a broad smile. He looked…. extremely happy. He gave me this sidewards manly kinda hug thing…

UZAIR: Howzit?

ME: Al right and you? You looking too happy… Its scary!

UZAIR: (laughing) So now its crime to be happy?!

NUHA: You not JUST happy! You overly weirdly happy!

ZAYAAN: And we all know the reason for your happiness starts with a Y and ends with an N

WHAT?! Y…..and…..N…. means ….Yas……MeeN…. But she said it was all wrong and she went all apa’fied on me! And now she and Uzair?! I looked at Yasmeen and she didn’t look awkward-ed out. In fact she was laughing at how Nuha was teasing Uzair! She caught my eye, sa wmy facial expression and shook her head.

YASMEEN: Guys, Look at his face!! (laughing even harder)

WIthin seconds everyone was laughing at me! Was I missing something??

YASMEEN: They not talking about me Zaheer!

UZAIR: (laughing) No man, not Yasmeen. Raheem is tooooo holy now for all of us.

I saw Yasmeen role her eyes

ME: So then Who starts with a Y and ends in an N?

NUHA: Well that is non other than Yasmin.

ME: Yasmeen! Exactly! See you’ll just said Yasmeen!

NUHA: Noooo! Not Yasmeen Raheem! Yasmin Laher!

And before my brain could respond to what she said, I heard a voice

‘Someone say my name’

I turned around. And she was standing there, So THIS was Yasmin Laher. She looked at me. Her eyes widened and then went back to their normal size. She looked away from me. She looked at Uzair, at Nuha… She even looked at Yasmeen. She looked everywhere but at me

ME: Err… excuse me.

I pushed past Uzair and made a dash through the house, trying to find some open space for my head to think and be clear

WHAT IN GODS NAME WAS ”JOBURG GIRL” DOING HERE?!?!?!?!

The shock on my face was apparent! I didn’t try to compose my self. I WAS SERIOUSLY CONFUSED. She….she was Joburg girl. The girl from Joburg. I never thought I’d see her again! The house was crowded and I needed some air. I came across a hard wooden door, I turned the handle and let my self in. I looked around  for a light switch, and the room sprang to life. It was an office. I ran my fingers through my hair and sunk into a thick leather seat I found facing a window. I stared out the window for ages. I only snapped out of it when Uzair came inside the office…

UZAIR: There you are man! We been looking all over for you?

ME: Eh… yeah… umm I kinda got lost and then I saw the view from this window and….

UZAIR: The view? From this window? Bro, you feeling al right?

ME:  Yeah yeah I’m fine. Seriously man, just taking a breather.

UZAIR: Yeaah, our family functions can be very overwhelming

ME: (shrugging my shoulders) I use to be used to it. Our family supper’s eish! They were hectic man! Way too many step aunties and step cousins to get to know. My one uncle, for some reason he could never really hit the nail on the head when it came to marriage

UZAIR: Meaning…

ME: He married quite  a few times.. Now he’s with his 3rd wife and its the longest marriage he’s had, but there’s still that feeling in the back of all our minds.. How long will it last?

UZAIR: (raising an eyebrow) Is that why you said what you said?

ME: What I said?

UZAIR: ‘Another one bites the dust’

ME: Aaaah, Zayaan and Omar, they know what they want. They older than us. They figured they ready for marriage, but not me… One day, maybe my opinion on marriage will change, right now though, marriage is the equivalent to death!

Why was I even talking about this?! I mean, how did I just end up blurting out to Uzair Bobat about my uncle! Yasmeen didn’t even know about his 3 wives, and she was the closest anyone had ever gotten to me. Should I even tell Uzair about Yasmin?? Noo… Noo…. That wasn’t my call! It was the past! Kallas! I guess that’s why he was so happy.

ME: Come, they’ll start worrying where we are.

We waked out of the wooden door and fate has it that we bump into Yasmin Laher

UZAIR: Yasssy!

YASMIN: Uzzzziii (avoiding eye contact with me)

UZAIR: Don’t know if you’ll two met, Zaheer this is Yasmin, Yasmin this is Zaheer Mohamed.

ME: Nice to meet you. (pretending to look genuinely happy to see her) Excuse me…

I walked as fast as my legs could take me. I plopped my self onto the L shaped couch. I might’ve looked very flustered because Yasmeen shot me a very questioning look.  I just shook my head. I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone… But it wasn’t there. Crap! It must’ve fallen out! I re traced my steps until I was outside the wooden door to the office. I walked in scanned the floor for any sign of my phone. I went towards the chair that I was sitting on a few minutes ago, but as I got closer I realised someone was sitting in the chair

ME: Err, sorry. I’ll just go….

”Looking for this”

The chair spun around and Yasmin sat there with my phone in her hands.

ME: Yeah (snatching my phone away) Thanks

YASMIN: Soooooooo, are you going to explain why you’re here?

ME: Like every other guest on the guest list, I’m here for the wedding.

YASMIN: Ah, I see. Why is it that I only bump into you at weddings?

ME: (raising an eyebrow) Not a clue in the world. (sarcastically smiling) Thanks for my phone (turning to leave)

YASMIN: You wont say anything will you?

ME: (sighing) Why would I say anything? Its not my place to say it.

YASMIN: And like you said… Its all in the past

ME: It was one stupid mistake that I regret immensely!

YASMIN:(raising her eyebrows) Okay then….

ME: It was a wedding, it was late. End of

YASMIN: Is that her? Is that your Yasmeen?

ME: (looking at the door, imagining if someone walked in) She’s not ‘my’ Yasmeen.

YASMIN: She’s pretty

ME: Say masha Allah. Don’t put nazaar on her.

What was I even doing sticking around to talk to her? I turned on my heel and headed to the door. Only, when I pushed down on the handle, I realised it was already open. The door was open. But I swear I closed it when I walked in here…

Someone must have come in…

But I didn’t hear footsteps.

Someone must have just slightly slyly opened the door…

But why???

My eyes widened in shock as I realised what had just happened.

Someone had over heard mines and Yasmin’s conversation….

 

Zaheer: Marriage = death

Zaheer: Marriage = death

''It was one stupid mistake that I regret immensely''

”It was one stupid mistake that I regret immensely”

 

 

 

“They crazy, they mad, they sarcastic, they awesome and mostly they all hold a special place in my heart. Shout out to one of the greatest gift god has blessed me with… These amazing friends. .. Asmaa, Sabeeha, Faheema… With much love ShaXx ♡♥♡

Not part 56 :P

dubain01:

Aww awww awwwww :’(

Originally posted on rediscovery57:

Hey you all! Now I know that we’re all sad because DOAD is ending :’( buuut, life goes on. So I have some news for your’ll! Let’s start with the good news :D

*drum roll please* :P

In just a little over 3 months, this blog has reached 101771 HITS!!! :D That’s right, over 100 000!! This may sound like a prepared speech ;) , but my sincere thanks to EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU that have contributed to this blog in any way whatsoever, by reading it, commenting and offering motivation. So, THANK YOU! :)

Now, I hate to disappoint, but it seems that due to my insanely hectic schedule this week I probably wont be able to post regularly.

Thank you for understanding!

xoxo

 

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95- Home Sweet Home

Well, well who to thank right now… So many people… So little time…. How’z about I thank my gorgeous BIGGEST FAN Ashley ;) You big butt’d freak! How I adore the fact that daily you pest me for a new post and now that all comes to an end as DOAD finishes :( Thank you habibti for being SO supportive of this Blog from day 1!   And as for Lia and Zainab…. Lia when you make it BIG one day, then you and I can publish DOAD as a book :D In sha Allah! Sweetie, you ma desi girl #forever&always ;)  Zainab, *laughing my butt off* No need to scroll through the pages looking for your name ;) Its right here ‘ZAINAB’ :D Enjooy Part 95  ♥ Much Love DubainGirl  ♥ xoxo

Chocolate Everything  ♥

Chocolate Everything ♥

My love for chocolate...

My love for chocolate…

The day before we left, Armaan and I went into school. My excitement could not even be contained! Everyone asked me if there was something wrong. If I should go to the nurse. If I was on a sugar rush

No guys. Non of the above

I was going home! Durban home! Home home!

The whole day I couldn’t stop talking about it! Eventually, I think the girls just tuned out and stopped listening! But before the end of the day we all went together to the restaurant next door for a lunch before I left for the weekend. It was Camila, Lia, Zainab, Ashley and myself. It was a feast of EVERYTHING CHOCOLATE!! Literally, hot chocolate, chocolate pancakes, chocolate waffles, chocolate chocolate! It was deliciously amazing! To say the least.. It ended up being more of a desert date rather than a lunch Mmm…. nothing beats chocolate!

LIA: So how long are you going for Yas?

ME: Just a few days. I’ll be back on Monday morning… And knowing my mother she’ll make me come into school

ZAINAB: Whos wedding is it again?

ME: I don’t know if you all have met her, my best friend. Well, both my best friends! Nuha and Fatimah

LIA: Ooooh the one I saw at the vintage store?

ME: Yeaah! She’s getting married to Nuha’s brother

ASHLEY: Lemme guess! Nuha is getting married to Fatimah’s brother

All the girls laughed! I pictured Nuha and Yusuf in my head.. Err… NO! That was  a really bad match!

ME: Noo, Nuha is getting married to this boy Omar

CAMILA: Why they getting married so young though? I mean, what abot further studies? A job? A career?

ME: I guess Allah plans and we plans. Plus not everyone wwants to study any further. And in South Africa, you know, they aren’t pushed to the limit of motivation

ZAINAB: ‘pushed to the limit of motivation’? (raising an eyebrow)

ME: Yeeah, like, comparing my Durban school to this school, there are so many more oppurtunities that te school gives us to go out there and achieve more!

LIA: Wow! Who replaced the lazy Yasmeen with THIS?!

ME: (laughing) Hmm.. Is it a good thing that I’ve changed?

ASHLEY: Well at least we know you actually WANT to make something of your life (wink)

ME: (nudging her) Oh shush you!

We spent the rest of the afternoon just chatting away! About school, about family, what was going on in our lives? It was nearly the midterm holiday. I had been in Dubai for 6 months. I’d survived half a year. And no lies, these girls had helped me and put me through hell… Well Ashley put me through hell! But hey, sisters before misters! And that’s the way it should be! No boy was important enough o come between friends! No boy was important enough to ruin my life! So maybe it was a good thing after all that Lia said I had changed. I needed to screw my head on the right way, aim high and hopefully make my parents proud!

The entire plane ride I came up with ideas of how to turn around my life. I had stayed up all night before we left googling (is that even a word) possible ways I could use to change the outcome of my life. Most said that volunteer work made you become a selfless person. It taught you things about yourself you normally wouldn’t know. That and yoga were the 2 most common results that came up on google! Eh, I gave up after a while!

Instead, I moved on to looking at universities. My father had been telling me to do so for the past few months, and what did I have to lose! Luckily, the plane had this magazine on education and the top uni’s in the world depending on where you want to study. I wasn’t sooo sure yet.

I was leaning towards psychology cause hey, I could SO read minds and all of that! Wait, did that mean I had to be patient with people?! I’m no wicked witch of the west, but I know I lack patience! God, why did every career choice criteria have to have patience! I continued to flick through the magazine. My eye fell upon this all girls university in the US.

Hmm… America… NOPE! Too far! I was willing to study in the UK or Europe. Or even Dubai or South Africa. But America?! That was just on the other side of the globe. So as I had this mental argument on whether I should consider studying in America or not, I fell into a deeeeeep slumber….

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I awoke with a jump! The plane had landed. How long had I been sleeping?! Did I drool?! Oh god, I hope Armaan didn’t take any pictures of me sleeping! I would kill him if he did!

But I could check his phone later. It just dawned upon me…..

WE WERE IN DURBAN!!!!!
HOOOOOME SWEET HOOOOME!!!!

Oh god!

I was psyched!

Beyond psyched!

It was crazy! How did I miss this place so much?! We’ll of course I knew why I missed it! Home is where the heart is! Its as simple as that! And Dubai lacked greenery and fresh air, so as I stepped out of that plane, I breathed in Some. Fresh.  Durban. Air.
I was amazing!

Yes, drama queen Yasmeen right here! But I just REALLY missed Durban! The passengers had to all suffer that miserable bus ride to the airport building. We got our bags and soon we were ushered through customs. Thank Allah they didn’t stop us! Imagine if they had! We were coming down with a lot more wedding gifts that the Bobat’s had left behind! But shukr, we got through customs and then

BAM

We walked through the sliding glass doors! A HUGE, and when I say huge I mean HUUUGE banner saying ‘Welcome Home Raheem’s’. Eeeep!!!!! Standing on one side was a very embarrassed looking Zayaan and on the other side was Yusuf! But the sight that caught my attention was my 2 BEST FRIENDS running towards me! They jumped onto me! Big bear hug style! We hugged while laughing and I swear we nearly fell over! Luckily my mother came and told us to jokingly behave because we were in public!

She greeted Nuha and Fatimah and we set off with our trolleys to the cars!

Once we were safely strapped in and well on our way to Westville, it dawned on me… Where were we actually going?! We no longer had a house to call ‘home’ here. We were renting out. So where were we going???

ME: Mummy, where we going?

MUM: Why?

ME: (shrugging my shoulders) Because we don’t have a house here…

FATIMAH: You coming by our house silly! As if my mother would let you’ll stay anywhere else!

ME: (smiling) True that!

We got to the Akoojee household and I just prayed Aunty Zaheera didn’t plan out some function for all of us…

I was wrong…

She went and invited probably 95% of my extended family. And that is a LOT of people! So as soon as we stepped foot into the house I had to make my round of salaams to the elderly, the aunties, my cousins. They were all there AND they were all going to be coming to the wedding next week. Well at least I’d have Zaakira as company while Fatimah was busy being the bride on Saturday. That cousin of mine, I really had missed her while she was away. Just as I was about to ditch the function and go hide in Fatimah’s room, a pair of hands started to tickle me

ME: Ooouuuuch!

TASNEEM: That hurts??

ME: Tasneeem!!!

TASNEEM: How you stranger?! (Hugging me)

ME: Oh my gawd! (Hugging her back) Look at your beautiful face! I think you might even look better than me now!

TASNEEM: Hmm… The wonders of makeup my darling!

ME: That reminds me-

TASNEEM: I can already guess… (Shaking her head) You want me to do your makeup for the wedding?

ME: Please and thank you! Nobody knows me better than you do!

TASNEEM: (laughing) one time we can catch up on your Dubain life.

ME: Yeah but for now I am SO tired! Just going to go crash!

TASNEEM: So you were slyly sneaking upstairs to ditch this thing?! (Smiling)

ME: (laughing) Golly gosh, you really do knew me too well! (Hugging her) I’ll see you soon okay!

I dashed up the stairs, taking them 2 at a time, bursting into Fatimah’s room to find her sitting on the bed…

ME: What you doing here?

FATIMAH: Hmm.. (Snapping out of her thoughts) Oh nothing really. Just… Having a moment

ME: (sitting next to her on the bed). A moment?! What are you? Part of some soap opera?!

FATIMAH: Shuttup! Marriage is a big deal Yasmeen! I’d appreciate a little support.

ME: (hugging her) Aww, I’m sorry! But you see while you busy running around playing Barbie doll wedding, I am trying to do 2 things!

FATIMAH: And what’s that? And what happen to your BBM?? And Whatsapp??

I explained to Fatimah that I got in trouble and the response I was waiting for came my way…

FATIMAH: I told you so! Didn’t I say I told you so! Because… I DID tell you so! But noooo Yasmeen wants to be clever! And THIS is why you should always listen to your best friends!!!

ME: Okay okay! You done being dramatic Mummy jaan?!

FATIMAH: (shaking her head) I just can’t believe it! I told you to get your head together and stop getting up to crap! No good comes out of it! (Sighing) Next time, listen to Mummy Fatimah!!!

ME: Gee mummy Fatimah. NOW can I carry on?

FATIMAH: Please dooo….

I explained to her all the different possible methods I could use to turn my life around

FATIMAH: Before all of that you first might want to make dua. Ask Allah to forgive you…

ME: My mother has already told me that. And yes I’ve been making that dua every day since I got in trouble! But I still want to try to physically do good!

FATIMAH: Volunteer work? No offence Yasmeen, you won’t survive building homes in Africa for the homeless

I took a pillow and threw it at Fatimah’s face!

ME: Are you going to button it up any time soon?!  Help. Me. Or I’ll stop being supportive!

FATIMAH: Well… Fine then! I’ll go by my future sister in law to get support (smiling)

ME: Oooooooh. Is that so?! Chucked me out of your life so easily (laughing) Yeah yeah, you’d miss me way too much!

FATIMAH: Well that’s true… Okay fine, I’ll be more ‘supportive’ of the idea of you being selfless.

ME: Thank you Habibti! What are we doing tomorrow? Well for the next 2 days before the wedding?

FATIMAH: Tomorrow keep your day free! I’m taking you somewhere!

ME: Wedding stuff?

FATIMAH: Yeppp!

ME: Does it involve food??

FATIMAH: (laughing) You and your food! And yes it does!

ME: Done Deal Fatoo!

We went back downstairs to bid everyone farewell. We helped clear up the table with my mother and Aunty Zaheera and surprisingly, after all of that, we still had the energy to stay up, chatting away drinking tea and having baking. It just felt so relaxed…. The Akoojeee’s were family! Aunty Zaheera was like my other mother! And my mother was Fatimah’s second mother! And Fatimah and I were just sisters separated at birth! We spoke about the wedding and any last minute things that needed to be done. Our mothers were both going out tomorrow and Yusuf was bossed into taking Fatimah and I wherever we wnated to go

ME: Perks of having an older brother!

FATIMH: He’s older by like a few minutes man!

ME: Fine! Perks of having a brother… THAT CAN DRIVE

FATIMAH: That’s better

ME: (rolling my eyes) Aloo! So tomorrow, Nuha isn’t coming?

FATIMAH: NOo, she’s going to be with Aunty Yusairah and Yumna sorting out some stuff. That girls, wants everything to be perfect!

ME: How is she dealing with… the whole ‘Yumna’ thing?

FATIMAH: She’s been doing the right thing… Omar is such a good influence on her I can’t even tell you! She has been so civil and forgiving and kind to Yumna! And its genuine!

ME: Well, that’s a good thing! Holding grudges are really, at the end of the day, just not worth it! I did the same with Ashley

FATIMAH: What you mean?

ME: I forgave her. Stuff happens, you can’t change the past but you can always move forward and try and better your self

FATIMAH: Way to be inspirational Yasmeen

Again, I chucked another rpillow at her face. She ducked. I missed.

FATIMAH: I’m glad Nuha didn’t hold a grudge though… It would be a wats. She’s already had a rough few years trusting people…

ME: But now she got us! And Omar!

FATIMAH: I’m not supposed to say anything… They thinking about it…..

ME: Thinking about what?

FATIMAH: Nuha and Omar, they might be moving…

ME: WHAT?! Moving?! To where???

FATIMAH: I dunno! It’s not confirmed. Omar wants to complete his studies abroad and now that he’s married his parents are considering to allow him to go. And… and…

ME: But where? Where would they move to?

FATIMAH: (sighing) They thinking of moving to….

America.

Cousins!

Cousins!

Durban  ♥

Durban ♥

Part 94 – Tim Horton’s

Tan Ta Na Na :’( 6 posts after this and…. This post is to thank the handful of readers that have stuck with DOAD from day 1 ;) Like, I’m talking about the very beginning! Before the existence of dino’s :P The days when Fan! would write crazy comments about her aunties and when Haaj’s bayaan’s would scare me ;) How I adore those 2 girlies now! Fan! and Haaj, sweetie pies, thank you for always being there to give us your long fantabulous comments that keep us all entertained! :) More importantly, thank you for the advice, love and support you both have given me in this short  journey of mine in the blogging world ;) *Biiiig hugs and kisses*  ♥ ♥ ♥

It goes without saying, I DO HAVE THE GREATEST READERS IN THE WORLD :D Lucky meeee :’) And I want you all to know how much I appreciate everything you guys do and say! The love and support, you have no idea how much it all means to me!   Much Love Dubain Girl   ♥

Gucci Shooes

Gucci Shoes

Now I bet the question on everyone’s mind is, where’s Zaheer? Where is the infamous un-loyal stupid bum face of a boy, Zaheer Mohamed?

I had sat in my room everyday since the Bobat’s left, thinking over what Ashley had told me. I missed all the company and craziness that had been going on ever since the Akoojee’s stepped foot in Dubai. They took my mind of all the stupid boy drama going on in my life. But now everyone has left, I had this pit in my stomach. It was a pit of loneliness. I was constantly deep in thought, not in the mood to interact with anyone. It was a good thing and a bad thing. Not wanting to be social helped me have more time to be cooped up in my room and study. But the downside was, I couldn’t concentrate. I would sit for hours at my desk just staring out my balcony, thinking… Just thinking…

There was no Nuha or Fatimah to snap me out of it. There was no Uzair to tease me about my  masculine watch that I still hadn’t returned to Zaheer.  There was no Zayaan to pick on me and irritate me! I was couning down the hours till we were going to Durban! 3 days! 72 hours!

In a moment of confusion and wanting clearance, I jumped out of bed, slipped on my trainers and sent Zaheer a text on my FAB new nokia. He and I needed to talk!

There was this running track by Safa Park. It was close to my house so I could walk there without my parents suspecting anything. I didn’t want to lie to them but I needed to start changing my self! What Armaan said was true. I had been a disappointment.  All this boy drama was so stupid and pointless! There was no point in this! In dating uzair! In dating Zaheer! Where was there going to be any happiness in that if it was wrong. I had really upset my parents, but reflecting on my self, I felt just as disgusted. I had given up so much, for what? For a boy! No… never again! Not anytime soon! I needed to be strong! And Zaheer needed to know that.!

While I was stretching and warming up, a shadow appeared next to me. I didn’t have to look up to know who it was. One look at his designer Gucci shoes and I knew it was Zah.

ZAHEER: Hey there

ME: (looking up) Hiyaa…

ZAHEER: Ready to run?

ME: Give me a second.

I finished up stretching.

ME: Come on lazy bum! Let’s go!

We ran at a steady pace. The weather was was perfect, not cold, yet not hot. Just right. And the running track was shaded with tree’s so Alhamdulillah I didn’t look like a sweaty hog. Half way, we stopped to have some water

ZAHEER: So…

ME: So what?

ZAHEER: (raising his eyebrows) You…. Wanted to talk?

ME: I did what you asked me to.

ZAHEER: And what was that?

ME: I spoke to Ashley.

ZAHEER: (raising his eyebrows) Did you now? And when did you speak to her?

ME: About 2 weeks ago

ZAHEER: Then why are we only talking about this now?

ME: (shrugging my shoulders) I didn’t want to talk about this at school.

ZAHEER: (raising his eyebrows) I see

ME: Stop raising your eyebrows at me!

An hour later, and me looking all sweatied up we finally finished running. I was starved! As if on que, my tummy started to rumble.

ZAHEER: Where do you want to go to eat?

ME: Somewhere close by… I’m under house arrest.

ZAHEER: (raising his eyebrows) House arrest?

I pulled out my FAB Nokia and showed it to him. He tried immensely hard not to laugh, but it was comical. FOR HIM

ZAHEER: Ohmygosh!!! (laughing) WHAT IS THAT?!?! (laughing) Where’s your iPhone?!

ME: My parents took it away (snatching the phone away)

That set Zaheer laughing again

ME: It’s not funny

ZAHEER: You’re right (laughing) It’s…It’s… (laughing) Not funny.

ME: (rolling my eyes) Look, can we just go and eat. I need to talk to you

ZAHEER: Sounds serious. Come on,

ME: There’s a Tim Hortons nearby. Let’s go there

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I hopped out of the car and walked into Tim Hortons’s. Aaaah, the smell of coffee and bagels and donuts and everything Tim Horton’s made me smile

ZAHEER: We sitting inside or out?

ME: Let’s order first. I want a bagel with cream cheese. And an iced mocha with caramel.

Zaheer looked at me long and hard with his eyebrows raised

ZAHEER: Are you forgetting something?

ME: Err… please?

ZAHEER: Good girl

I rolled my eyes at him and went to sit down. He shortly arrived witha  tray of food

ME: God! I am starved

ZAHEER: (swatting my hand away) Na-ah!

ME: What now?!

ZAHEER: Whats the magic word?

ME: I said please!

ZAHEER: So what do you say after that

ME: (huffing) THANK YOU!

ZAHEER: (smiling) Good girl

I bit into my bagel

ME: Mmmm…… Just doesn’t get better than this

ZAHEER: Has your mother ever told you not to talk with your mouth full?

ME: Has your mother ever  told you not to cheat on your girlfriend?

That caught him off guard. His eyes widened in shock, then returned to their normal size. He tapped his fingers on the table while I took another bite out of my bagel.

ME: Anyway, that’s not what I wanted to speak to you about. The whole nokia thing… it was basically because I got in trouble. Zah, I disappointed my parents big time! I lied to them and hid stuff and I was just such a horrid daughter to be honest! And even though I thought over what Ashley said, I still would NEVER be able to trust you. You cheated and that’s in the past. I displeased my parents and that’s  more important then my petty boy problems!

I took a breath! I needed it! I had been ranting on and on! I needed to get to my point of what I was trying to tell Zaheer.

ME: I am not going to repeat history! I am not going to get back with you Zah because.. because it would only lead to more trouble for me and its wrong. It’s wrong… and… and…

ZAHEER: (looking at his shoes) And?

ME: And I dont want to get in trouble! Not having my parents trust me is the worst feeling ever. And then having this phone… No boy is worth the sin. No boy. Not now at least. You wanna have this life style, you go ahead, I won’t stop you. But I’ll just warn you… It’s wrong

ZAHEER: I’m not 5! I know its wrong! Look, I can handle the rejection…

ME: Zah, dont be like that! I’ll still be seeing you in and out of school. Lets just not fight! It’s wrong and I’m young and its a waste of time and and….

ZAHEER: (looking up at me) And?

ME: (sighing) And I am basically trying to say, (taking off his watch) that we go to the same school… and I’ll have to deal with you being there. But nothing can happen Zaheer! I disappointed my parents twice now! A third time, I dont know what will happen! I’m no saint, but at least I am trying… I’m trying….

ZAHEER: (nodding his head) So now, I just got to let you go?

ME: I guess so…

After a long time, Zaheer spoke

ZAHEER: You going to Durban this week?

ME: Yeah, for Fatimah’s wedding. You’ll coming?

ZAHEER: Yipp (sarcastically smiling) I see how happy you are

Oh JOY!

ME: (giving his sarcastic eyes) Right. Yeah, sure! Behave Zaheer

ZAHEER: I’m trying Apa Yasmeen

ME: I am NO apa!

The driver dropped me off at home and I sunk down to the floor, breathing out a breath of relief.

Step one to getting the old Yasmeen back, call it squits with Zaheer. CHECK. Some sort of normality could now hopefully return to my life! I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulder. There was a time for boys, and that time was not now. I could focus more on concentrating in classes so that I could ace my exams and make my parents proud by making something of my self… In Sha Allah!

Tim  Hortons ♥

Tim Hortons ♥

And you let her go...

And you let her go…

Part 93 : Fatimah’s Engagement

And because DOAD is nearing its end, there are literally way too many thank yous to say. So lemme just start off by thanking my Aunty abundantly, For being the super-aunty that she is ;) Beneath your Batwoman outfit you seriously are my biggest superhero and saviour and I love you so so so much!♥ 

Because the previous post was short, this post might be a wee bit long ;) I basically shoved the whole engagement into one part :P Oh Well, Enjoy! Much Love DubainGirl  ♥ xoxo

Yusuf & Fatimah

Yusuf & Fatimah

Nuha & Fatimah

Nuha & Fatimah

‘Where are the containers to take to Aunty Faiza’s house??? And why on EARTH is that centrepiece arrangement on the floor?? Happppppppeeeeeeeeeee! That chair cover has a stain on it! Quickly, get it cleaned man! I need to go! And you, ya Allah what am I going to do with you Fatimah! You need to get ready! Jaldi Baba”

I rolled my eyes inwardly! My mother was seriously going into over hype mode here! Fretting over smaaall smalll things! We hired a wedding planner for a reason! Why couldn’t she just chill out and let Aunty Yusairah and Yumna handle all the stuff that needed doing?!

The Karodia ladies were setting up at the house. Luckily, Aunty Yusairah proved to be very helpful now that Nuha was also getting married. She and Omar weren’t having an engagement. Omar’s family didn’t want to have one. And now  Nuha and I were going to have a DOUBLE WEDDING!! I know it might sound lame, but it made sense! SHE wanted a big wedding! SHE had already done all the decision making for colour schemes and food and stuff. Plus, I was marrying into her family, so hopefully… fingers crossed… the guest list wouldn’t be huge! Who was I kidding?! They were the Bobat’s! They knew everyone and anyone!

My mother had been at Aunty Faiza’s house all day helping but she came home to drag my lazy bum out of bed. Sigh, I was ripped out of the comforts of my bed sheets and hurried into the bathroom by my frantic mother.

ME: Maaaaaa! Can you please just chill!

MUM: Chill?! You say that to your mother in law and pah, she’ll send you flying out of her house!

ME: So much drama! Aunty Faiza isn’t like that mummy… She’s sweet.

MUM: I know Fatoo, but still watch what you say okay?

ME: Geeeee Mummmmyyyyy!!!!

MUM: Now why have you not gotten dressed yet??

ME: The function is for after maghrib…. When the sun sets then I’ll get changed.

MUM: You know how long its going to take to get your hair done?! We don’t have much time Fatimah!

ME: Umm…. About that. I was thinking, I could wear scarf today…

MUM: (looking at me quizzically) Scarf?  Since when are you ever interested in wearing scarf?

ME: (shrugging my shoulders) I dunno. I don’t want to wear for the wedding because the men and ladies will be separate but for the walimah and engagement, I would feel more comfortable in scarf.

MUM: You got a matching one?

ME: (shaking my head) That’s why I was hoping to….ya know… raid your cupboard and see what I could find? (smiling)

MUM: (sighing) Just don’t leave it in a mess! But then you’ll come away to Aunty Faiza’s later on okay? I’m leaving now with all the stuff. Let me make sure Happy got that stain off the chair cover! Allah knows how it got on there in the first place!

I bit my lip REALLY hard to suppress a laugh. That whole stain incident was me! I was busy eating a chocolate cupcake and messed my fingers with icing. I wiped them on what I thought was a towel… Turns out it was a chair cover.

After my mother left, I lazed around the house. Yusuf was busy running around helping my mother with wedding prep. I smiled thinking back to how nice it was to just have some sibling bonding time with Yusuf. My mother had invited all our close family to a brai last night, along with Zayaan and all his close family. She even told Omar’s family to come!

It was nice to see my cousins that had come down from Joburg. I had missed all the little baba’s. One thing, I may not know what I want to do with my life, but I really enjoyed taking care of children. Yasmeen also loved small baba’s but she never had the patience and she would either give up or get irritated with the smell of vomit. (LOL) That’s our princess Yasmeen for you.. A little vomit and bam!

The.End.Of.The.World.

As I sat swinging on the outside bench of our garden thinking of my best friend and her ‘royal’ ways, Yusuf joined me on the swing

YUSUF: Penny for your thoughts…

ME: Penny for my what?!

YUSUF: I’m trying to ask what’s on your mind?

ME: (sighing) Just Yasmeen…

YUSUF: It’s not long now.. She’ll be here in a  few days.

ME: I know, but still! I want her here for the engagement!

YUSUF: Never mind now. If you missing her THAT MUCH, then just skype her?

ME: I can’t! I miss her too too much! Like Yusuf I love this family to bits and pieces and beyond that but Yasmeen is like a sister to me…. Soo yeah, can I have my penny now?!

YUSUF: Keep Dreaming Fatoo!

ME: Oh yeeeaah forgot! You need all the money you can get to buy Haajoo a nice gift isn’t?!

YUSUF: (sighing) We broke up Fatimah

I NEARLY FELL OFF THE SWING?!

ME: WHAT?!

YUSUF: My specimen’s exactly! She said she didn’t want to date if it was heading no where.

ME: Heading no where?!?!? You guys were head over heeel’s in luuurv!

YSUUF: By ‘somewhere’ she meant marriage. I knew it all along really…

ME: She was too good for you anyway. AND too holy for you (suppressing a smile)

YUSUF: Don’t laugh at me man! You lucky! First guy, you hit the jack pot! You getting married to this owe.

ME: Don’t speak slang. Zayaan is not an ‘owe’ he is a person!

YUSUF: (rolling his eyes) You sound like Yasmeen now, ‘don’t speak slang’!

ME: (laughing) She would ALWAYS tell you that! I missss her Yusuf!

YUSUF: I know.. I know, I do too. We all do! Come on now, we going to eat.

So that was our bonding session, and even though I was sad that Haaj and Yusuf broke up, I was happy that Haaj and him weren’t going to continue sinning. Zayaan’s holiness was really rubbing off on me!

And now, as I wandered through my house, I couldn’t help but think of the memories I shared with this house.

Yes guys, I was having a moment.

With a house.

Made out of bricks and concrete and all the other stuff they use to make a house!

But it was home! And now I was engaged, and soon to be married… In a week!  I felt like a little part of me was being taken away from me. I was soon snapped out of my little ‘moment’ when Zain found me curled up on the floor in the corner of the TV room…

ZAIN: Fatooooooo

ME: Zainoo baba! Why you haven’t had a bath yet?

ZAIN: Happeee is tooo bussy to help me

ME: Well then, let Mummy Fatimah give you a bath

I ushered him into the bathtub and after 10 minutes and a LOT of splashing around, Zain was bathed, clean and dressed in his outfit. He was wearing these dark navy skinny jeans with a Ralph Lauren button down shirt, and these kiddie Tods we bought from Dubai. He looked like a mini man! My mini man!

I looked at my watch and the time alarmed me! It was nearly maghrib!!! And I was not even changed!!! My mother would absolutely KILL me if I was late to my own engagement! I dashed into my room, switched on my laptop and called Yasmeen on skype. Whether she was here, or miles and miles away, I still needed her to help make me look decent.

YASMEEN: Well well, if it isn’t the FABULOUS Fatimah!

ME: I have SO lost my fabulousness now that you so far away!

YASMEEN: Well why not just get engaged in Dubai?!

ME: I wish! But you coming here soon! Yippeee

YASMEEN: Aren’t you like… supposed to be dressed and ready to go??

ME: Errr… yeah… Help mee! I can’t go looking like a clown!

YASMEEN: Oh relax woman! Just slip on your dress.

ME: (taking my dress off the hanger) Eh I dunno if you heard, and I dunno if I’m meant to tell you.. But you’re my best friend so I’ll tell you anyway!

YASMEEN: Womaaaan! Tell meeee!

ME: Yusuf and Haaj broke up!

Her expression was priceless! Her mouth hung in a huge O as she stared with disbelief at me!

YASMEEN: NO! No ways No ways Noooo waaaaaaays!!!!

ME: Yes ways! I was just as shocked as you are! Eh, can we deal with him just now! I need your fashion expertise!

YASMEEN: Fashion?! Expertise!? ME?! That’s Ammarrah’s department.

ME: Is Ammarrah my best friend??? NO! So shush and just tell me I look FABU (wink)

YASMEEN: (rolling eyes) Whatever!  Come on Kate Moss! Work that pose (wink)

Crazy child! I changed into my dress while talking to Yasmeen! She was busy laughing at me while I got stuck in my dress on more than one occasion

ME: FINALLY!

YASMEEN: That was by far so much funnier than any Mr.Bean episode I have EVER watched! In my life! And I have watched like every single episode of Mr. Bean!

ME: Yeah! We know that (rolling eyes) So tell me…. How do I look? (striking a pose)

YASMEEN: Hmm….. You look pretty! Buuut….

ME: But what?!

YASMEEN: You’d look tres tres beautiful if you wore scarf! (smiling)

ME: It was meant to be a surprise but…. I was planning on wearing scarf today and for the walimah.

YASMEEN: MASHA ALLAH! Finally some sense has been knocked into your head!

YUSUF: Faaaatimaaah!

I heard him calling from downstairs

YASMEEN: Is that Yusuf?

ME: Yeah. Think he came back from helping my mother

YSUUF: Fatz! Hurry UP! We have to go NOW!

ME: Gimme a sec! I’m talking to Yasmeen

YASMEEN: You have to go?

ME: Yeaaa! Don’t cry for me (winking)

YASMEEN: Yeah yeah look who’s talking! YOU were missing ME this time! And I’m coming in less than a week!

YUSUF: (bouncing into my room) How you Yasssssy!?

YASMEEN: Yusuuuff! Hey there brother from another mother!

YUSUF: Hiyaa sister from another mister!

YASMEEN: Missed you muchness!

YUSUF: Like wise sis, like wise. You better get your butt back to Durban! These Bobat’s are taking away my sister. I need someone to replace her!

ME: Okay! Are you two done! I have an engagement to get to… and guess what… It’s MY engagement!

YASMEEN: Geez princess! Keep your crown on! I won’t keep you any longer! Enjoooooy! Knock their socks off and PLEASE don’t do anything to embarrass your self Fatoo (smirking)

ME: Really wish you could be here Yasmeen… I miss you SO much! It’s un real

YASMEEN: I know babe! I wish I could’ve come, but In sha Allah I shall be there sooooon!

ME: Love You Yasssssmeeeeeeen! Give my Salaams to your mother!

YASMEEN: Love you too baby gurl! Mwaaahs! Wasalaam

And then the line went dead… Well, It was time to face the music! I dashed to my mother’s room and alhamdulillah, Allah was on my side and I managed to find thee perfect matching scarf in minutes. Yusuf and Zain were buckled into the car when I got downstairs, so I would have to let Nuha do my make up when I got there.

Sighing to my self… Let’s hope Nuha didn’t make me look like a clown! Not that SHE looked like a clown… she just sometimes had the tendency to over apply make up to other peoples face! Within minutes I was ushered into Nuha’s room where mademoiselle was busy adding the final touches to her perfectly curled hair. When she saw my scarf, she nearly fell over in shock!

After half an hour of Nuha brushing all this different stuff all over my face, she finally let me sit up to look at my self in the mirror. Wow! I looked……transformed….very different.  I never wore make up in a hurry, like ever! And I really liked how Nuha had done my face up. She didn’t over powder my cheeks, she didn’t make my eyelashes thick and clumpy, and she didn’t put fire engine red lipstick for me! I looked….. naturally beautiful, Masha Allah!

Nuha and I went downstairs, and for the first time I saw the tent in all its beauty. It was lit up. The trimming all the way around the tent had fairy lights. The pathway leading to the tent also had lights! It looked… magical! It was breathtaking!

The whole night I was introduced to way too many new people and I saw way too many different faces and there were just way too many names for me to learn! Luckily, I saw a few familiar faces! Haaj and Ammarrah were also here.

ME: Ammarrah! How long has it been!

AMMARRAH: Fatoo!!! Shaadi Mubarak!

ME: (raising an eyebrow) You did not just say that?!

AMMARRAH: (laughing) I sound like I’ve just come out of an Indian movie!

HAAJ: (laughing) Yes… Yes you do!

AMMARRAH: When is Yasmeen coming down? I miss that girl!

ME: She’ll be here on Wednesday in sha Allah.

HAAJ: And then you’ll really feel complete! (nudging me) What’s a ‘bride to be’ without her best friend?

ME: (smiling) True that… Anyway, I’ll see you’ll around!

I hugged them both then set off to make panchaat with Zayaan’s Dadee! I had to make a good impression with the in laws after all ;)

The rest of the night I spent in the company of Zayaan, Nuha, Omar, Uzair.

ME: Where’s Yasmin? How come she never come?

UZAIR: She was visiting some family in Maritzburg. She’ll be here for the wedding though.

ME: How is she?

UZAIR: She’s well… Fatz, do me a favour please?

ME: Sure.

UZAIR: At your wedding, please help her feel welcomes. I mean, she thought she had till April to have to meet my whole extended family. But now that the wedding is brought forward AND its now Nuha’s and your wedding, she’s feeling very…

ME: Pressurised?

UZAIR: Not exactly… Partially… I guess she feels like an outsider. She’s going to be seeing people she hasn’t seen in years! Just please help her not feel like an outsider?

ME: Of course! That’s no problem at all! I’ll be my chatty self, she’ll get tired of me.

UZAIR: Thanks

For some reason, my mind wandered off to when I first heard of the infamous Uzair Bobat… The days when I was in Hospital. I didn’t really like to think about those times, but now sitting on this table with my absolute closest friends, I realised I owed Uzair a LOT! Even though my hospital days seemed like AGES ago, I felt like I owed Uzair a big thank you…

ME: Thank you Uzair

UZAIR: For what?

ME: For everything!  If it wasn’t for you I would not have survived that drab few weeks in the hospital, and if it wasn’t for you I would have never even met Zayaan.

ZAYAAN: (tuning into our conversation) I heard my name

ME: Think about it hey… If it wasn’t for Uzair, Yasmeen would have never made peace with Nuha.

OMAR:(also butting into our conversation) Peace? You guys use to fight? (looking at Nuha with a smile)

NUHA: (sticking her tongue out at Omar) Fatimah! Just carry on your story!

ME: (laughing) As  I was saying, if Uzair never introduced Yasmeen and I properly to Nuha, Nuha would never have come to sleepover at Yasmeen’s house and I would have never met Zayaan.

ZAYAAN: Allah plans and we plan. I would never EVER imagine marrying my sisters best friend, but see…

It was such a lovely moment. The conversation carried on as we reminisced all the memories we had shared over the past year. And of course, the only person missing was Yasmeen. We sent her snap chats and whatsapp’d her pictures of the food and decor. It was a lovely night and I could not stop thanking Aunty Yusairah, Aunty Faiza and my mother for all the work they put into it!

AUNTY YUSIARAH: Don’t thank us just yet! Round 2 is next week. The wedding!

AUNTY FAIZA: Round 2 of running around getting all of this work done

NUHA: Awww Mummy! You do it because you love us (hugging Aunty Faiza)

ME: (laughing) As long as I get to choose the cake, I’m happy!

The aunties all laughed at me! But I was being SUPER serious! I more or less had an idea of what I wanted for the cake, but I was waiting for Yasmeen so I could get her approval.

Count down to Yasmeen’s touchdown in Durban… 4 DAYS AND COUNTING!

Magical Tent...

Magical Tent…

Skyping Yasmeeeen!

Skyping Yasmeeeeeeen!

Part 92 – The ‘Spare Phone’

Hiyaa! I will try to finish this blog off in the next 5 days. 2 posts per day… :( Can’t even begin to explain how sorry I am for letting all my readers down. I truly am very sorry…. Much Love DubainGirl  xoxo

SPARE PHONE :D

SPARE PHONE :D

I felt like a had a hangover. Yet I had never drank a single sip of alcohol in my life! Then why did my head throb so much? Why were my eyes taking time to adjust? Oh that’s right! I had been bawling like a baby yesterday! I groaned inwards and dreaded the day ahead. It was a Friday. That meant that I was forced to interact with my parents that were clearly ignoring me!

It hurt. But I guess I had in some ways hurt them way worse. By betraying their trust? I’m not even sure what ticked them off to the extent that they’re not speaking to me. I sat up and looked to the side of my bed where Armaan had been the night before. Did I have the world’s best brother or what?!

I went into the kitchen to make my self some tea to get rid of my throbbing headache and I was greeted with the sight of my mother cooking

MUM: Salaamualaykum

ME: Umm… Walaykumsalaam

Well, at least she knew I existed… I poured my self a bowl of cereal and went into the dining room. Neither my father nor Armaan were there. Oh yeah, Armz had soccer on a Friday! I pulled out the Friday magazine and flipped through the pages when my mother plopped her self opposite me on the dining table.

MUM: Yasmeen. We need to talk

I silently put the magazine away

MUM: Your father and I… Well, your father is very angry! So angry, he offered to take Armaan for soccer just to get out the house, so that he wouldn’t take off with you.

I bit my lip quite hard.

MUM: I was once a girl Yasmeen. I was once in your place. And yes, you will be around boys in your life. You may think they handsome, you may even like them. But that is as far as it goes! Do you hear me?  You keep those feelings to your self! I thought we wouldn’t have this problem once we came to Dubai… But I guess I was wrong.

Oh great! Now she and my father probably totally regretted trusting me!

MUM: Now who’s this boy?

She held out my name to see Mustafa’s BBM message

ME: I told daddy. He’s in my English class. I can even show you to him when you come for parents evening.

MUM: When is your parents evening anyway?

ME: (shrugging my shoulders) I dunno. Maybe a few months

MUM: (sighing) We trusted you Yasmeen. We came to Dubai not only for Daddy’s job but because we wanted you and Armaan to get a better education. How are you supposed to concentrate if you filling up your head with all this crap!

ME: (nodding) I know I let you’ll down Ma. I guess, I didn’t think. I knew its wrong, but I just chose to ignore it

MUM: As long as you knew its wrong. That’s what scared me the most! I thought I brought you up with the wrong morals in life.

ME: (nodding my head in disagreement) Mummy, I dunno, it’s just hard. We moved here and shukr we have so much! But I feel empty sometimes. Giving up family was not an easy thing.

MUM: I know sweetie, it’s hard. But you rather turn to something that’s better for you. If you feel alone, come talk to me. Talk to Armaan. Talk to Allah. And you not getting that phone of yours back till after your exams. We want you to concentrate!

ME: So I’ll have no phone for a month?

MUM: (thinking) I got a spare phone lying somewhere in my cupboard. I’ll give you that to use. For emergencies!

Oh. No.
Those 2 dreaded words ‘spare phone’. Those 2 words were probably referring to one of the few ancient phones my parents had hidden in their socks draw! Those phones were only ever pulled put of the deep dark cupboard if one of our phones ever broke. It was in case of emergency, hence the reason they were SO atrociously anciently ugly! I couldn’t walk around with that phone! It was probably a brick Nokia. Or one oooooooold Samsung. No no no no no a spare phone was as good as not having a phone at all… But I needed a phone! What if someone kidnapped me?! Or tried to mug me?! Anything could happen.. So reluctantly  I had no choice but to accept the… the… (swallowing my vomit) the spare phone.

I showered, prayed my Jummah salaah, read my surah Kahf and then it was time for lunch, a typical Durban style Friday daal and rice! Aaah, it would have been so much more enjoyable if there wasn’t that awkward silence in the air. All through lunch you could only hear the clatter of cutlery against the plates. Eventually my mother broke the silence…

MUM: Soooo, Armaan, how was your match?

ARMAAN: We beat them 2-1! And I scored one of those goals

MUM: Oh wow! Masha Allah

And that was as much of a conversation any of us were going to experience. Armaan and I helped clear up the table. He dashed upstairs to go do some homework while my mother went to watch Makkah Jummah salaah. It left my father and I in the dining room…

DAD: Sit

I did as I was told, and knew better not to say anything……. I’d rather not repeat the conversation that went down between us because, half way through the discussion, I was in tears and blubbering like a baby. Basically, my father expressed his disappointment in me… And how he thought I would learn the first time. And how he trusted me and how I lied and hid and deceived. And he was my father so of course his words stung, but it was the truth! And I’m sensitive so I just ended up crying whenever he said something!

He kept asking me ‘why’. Why would I waste my time talking to boys? Why would i talk to boys if I knew it was wrong? Was it peer pressure? Was it influence around me?  But to be honest, I myself didn’t know why I did any of that. I knew it was peer pressure cause no one forced me to talk to boys. And when I answered with ‘I don’t know’ that would only make him more cross. Eventually he got up, walked around to my side of the table and gave me a hug. He said he loved me but he was still clearly upset.

That pretty much marked the end of the conversation. I went upstairs to try and somehow get rid of my red puffy eyes and my runny nose when there was  a knock on the door…

ME: Geee

MUM: I just got off the phone with Aunty Zaheera. You will never believe the change in the wedding plans!

Wedding plans! At least something could imporve my mood!

ME: What??

MUM: Well firstly, Nuha also just got propsed-

ME: WHAT?! OH. MY. WORD! WHAT??!?!?!

MUM: I was also shocked! Why all these girls are getting married so young!

ME: How come I never knew??

MUM: Apparently it was all hush hush until last night. Anyway, Aunty Zaheera told me that the wedding is next week.

I nearly fell off my chair

ME: NEXT WEEK!!!! As in my best friend is getting married…. NEXT WEEK!

MUM: Stop shouting man!  Zayaan and Fatimah are having their engagement tomorrow, and a week after that is the wedding. But the nikkah will be a joined nikkah for Nuha and Fatimah.

ME: OH MY WORD! (jumping up and down) That is sooo cute! They all doing it the ‘holy’ way!

MUM: Yeah… maybe YOU should learn! 

ME: Mummmmmyy

MUM: What? It’s true! You got any exams coming up?

ME: No, why?

MUM: You and Armaan will be missing a few days of school. The wedding is on a Saturday so you’ll be missing Wednesday, Thursday and Sunday.

ME: Really?! Oh mummy thank you thank you thank you!

MUM: Better get some studying done before we leave then!

My mother left and I happily went back to my studying! Joy oh Joy! I already had my wedding and walimah outfit for Fatimah’s wedding. How in the wooorld was I going to study?? My 2 best friends were getting married…… I was BURSTING with excitement!!!!!!!!

I'm sorry...

I’m sorry…

Ftaimah Nuha Yasmeen BESTIES ♥

Fatimah Nuha Yasmeen BESTIES ♥

Part 91- O-V-E-R… OVER

To the Gorgeous Fantabulous Dubain loving readers, I give you Part 91! :D Special thanks to all that have been patiently waiting for this post…. And yes, this post is 5 days early!

I have some sad news for all you readers.  The 100th post will be the final part of this blog.

This is all very last minute, and was not planned. Apologies, it was never my intention to end this blog any time soon, but unfortunately due to circumstances, DOAD will be ending. I am so very very very very sorry. So instead of making excuses, I leave you guys to enjoy the last 10 posts of Diary of a Dubain. Much Love DubainGirl  ♥  xoxo

 

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Trouble!

Trouble…

NANDO'S  ♥

NANDO’S ♥

My life was over.

O-V-E-R OVER!

My mother was mad at me! My father was furious with me! M for mother and for mad. F for furiously fuming father!

I will be blunt as a ruler here, I USE to be (past tense) my daddy’s little girl… Up until a few days ago. Being the only daughter,that puts me in the prime spot to be my daddy’s little princess. Alhamdulillah, he has always given Armaan and I the latest of everything, constantly buying us gifts when we already have so much compared to the starving children in Africa. And my mother always kept on shouting my father, saying he spoilt us too much! But hey that’s what mothers are for! She kept Armaan and I sane by not letting all the material stuff go to our head. If it wasn’t for her, we would be like those chubby, spoilt. rich kids with their nannies you see walking around Dubai Mall! We were fortunate enough to have a father that brought us gifts, and a mother that kept us grounded. But this time, I really screwed up! BIG TIME!

Being daddy’s little girl has its perks and drawbacks. It means he loves you even more, but more importantly, it means he is super protective. And I totally understand that! I appreciate that my father cares enough about me to protect me, because that’s what fathers do. We always had this strong father daughter relationship even though we were so different. But now, now I think I went a step too far….

There was one big no no that was just not accepted after the whole Uzair incident, and that was boys. Between my mother, father and I, there was an agreement that there would be no dating! Of course, I went to a mixed school in Dubai, so it was impossible to rule out boys all together. But that didn’t stop my parents from doubling up on being strict ever since we moved to Dubai. They trusted me with all the Bobat’s knowing that I would just run away with them back to Durban if they forbade me from seeing the Bobat boys. And in all honesty, there was now OFFICIALLY nothing going on between any Bobat and my self. Sure, Ridwaan was nice and so was Ismaeel and Ahmed, but they were nice. Kallas! That was it.

Uzair, well we all knew he was taken and I’ve come to terms with that. So my mother was chilled with me being around the Bobat’s. It was school boys she was more concerned about… After everyone left Dubai, and our lives went back to boring, she would want me out of school ASAP, scared that I was messing around after school… When I wasn’t!

I was single!  Things between Zaheer and I resumed to normal as I still decided what to do. By normal I am referring to the normal before everything happened. Friends normal, if that makes sense. So I guess my mother was also quite chilled about Zaheer, because, let’s face it… his acting skills were SUPERB and he pulled off being a ‘good boy’ for my mother with ease when ever he was around her.

But hey, all acts and lies do eventually come to an end. And my life came to a stand still a few days ago….

We went out for supper to Nando’s. I must admit, even though it had been quiet now that all the visitors had left, I was glad we were having a normal family supper out the house. My father made chit chat to us about what he was doing at work then he started to ask us about school…

DAD: Armaan, you in grade 10. No room for messing around!

ARMAAN: Daddy, when have I ever let you down?!

DAD: Just making sure you not getting lazy…. Like this one (nodding to me)

ME: Mee?! Lazy?

DAD: In Durban you would always be busy with something, either reading a book or gone for a run. Always a busy body. And now, when was the last time I saw you read a book?

MUM: Oh, don’t be like that Yusuf. When was the last time you came home before 9?

That was true. My father was always working late. Nowadays we only saw him on the weekends. Even then, he liked to sleep most of Friday! We tucked into our meals which were CHICKEN-LICOUS! Mmmmm…. too good! I can never get tired of Nando’s. Ever! My phone beeped and I picked it up to look at it. A boy from school BB’d me to ask about some homework due in for English. I replied to him telling him what it was. A few seconds later, I get a BBM from the group chat of the South African girls. And before I know it I’m typing ferociously on my phone replying to the group messages. Layyah, Laila, Saffiya and I were troubling Misbah one way! Apparently… Little missy Misbah had a thing for Armaan! My brother! I mean, she could do SO much better! But I was snapped out of my teasing fest when my father spoke…

DAD: Yasmeen! We having supper. Put your phone away

I silently put my phone into my pocket and finished my drink. My father stood up to go wash his hands in the bathroom and when he was out of sight I pulled out my phone and quickly read through the group conversation. LOL! Those girls made me laugh! My phone vibrated and Mustafa BB’d to ask about the English homework…

DAD: Who’s that?

I got a SHOCK of my life!

I turned around to see my father looking at me with a raised eyebrow and quizzical expression.

ME: Err… he’s in my English class.

DAD: Is that who you so busy talking to?

ME: No. He’s just asking me about some homework thing. I was talking to the girls before that.

DAD: Which girls?

ME: The South African girls. Layyah, Saffiya, Laila you know….

DAD: Pass me your phone Yasmeen.

HOLY SHEESH KEBAB’S!!! WAS HE FOR REAL?!

ME: Err, okay

With a lump in my throat and my heart racing at the speed of light I just PRAYED TO GOD that no one would send me anything! No BBM messages, or whatsapp messages, or snap chats… I sat there just staring at my empty plate while my eyes flitted back and forth, watching my father scroll through my phone then staring at my plate

Then watch him scroll through my phone…

THEN STARE AT MY EMPTY PLATE!

ME: Let’s have dessert!

I grabbed the dessert menu and hid my face from my parents and Armaan. I steadied my heart beat by breathing in and out. Saffiya and I had these random yoga sessions over BBM. Whenever she got hyped up, I’d tell her to breath. But now, when I needed her to yoga me down back to a normal heart rate, I couldn’t. Because my father. had. my. phone!

ME: Sorry, (to the waiter) Could we have a slice of honey cake please?

WAITER: Sure, would you like ice cream with it?

ME: Yes.. PLEASE! 2 scoops!

The waiter smiled at me and I risked a glance at my father. He was still intensely looking through my phone! Oh GOD! Oh GOD! Oh GOD! I dont even know how much rubbish I got on my phone And everything is open.. my Twitter, my Facebook, not that I have anything to hide…

EXCEPT ALL MY MESSAGES!

The cake arrived and Armaan gave me a panicky look. He and I divided the cake into 2 halves and ate it in minutes! My mother had joined my father as they both scrolled through my phone. Armaan gave me a sympathetic smile as I silently prayed to Allah to help me… And forgive me… And to make sure my father doesn’t kick me out the house. The waiter returned, gave my father the bill and then we left. till in this thick layer of silence, we left Nando’s and drove home. As soon as we walked through the door, my parents went straight into their room closing the door behind them.

I wanted to just……. dig a hole in the floor and transport my self to another country! Another universe! Another dimension! Anywhere but that house! I put on my PJ’s, read my Isha, made an extra long du’a asking Allah to help me , to forgive me, to soften my fathers heart. Ya Allah! What had I gotten my self into?! I jumped into bed and just stared at the ceiling…

And all the feelings that were trapped in me for the past few hours just exploded as I burst into tears! Quiet sobs, gradually got louder so that they I was whimpering and crying. My pillow soon became soaking wet and my nose was leaking non stop like a tap. I didn’t expect anyone to disturb my little crying session, but someone did. Someone walked into my room, light streamed through the doorway and I sat up on my elbows…

ME: Who.. (sniff) Who’s there? (sniff)

ARMAAN: It’s me..

ME: Armz.. (sniff) what (sniff) what you want?

ARMAAN: I want my sister back.

His answer took me by surprise. He climbed into my bed and cuddled closer to me

ME: I’m here (sniff)

ARMAAN: Are you crying?

ME: Yes! Isn’t your big sister allowed to cry?

ARMAAN: Yass, don’t cry. It’ll be alright

ME: (bursting into tears) No it won’t! Daddy won’t look at me. Mummy won’t talk to me. I screwed up big time!

ARMAAN: It’ll be okay (shhhhing me) In sha Allah it will be okay

ME: I hope so (whispering to my self)

ARMAAN: I really did mean it.. I want my sister back.

ME: (looking at him) What you mean?

ARMAAN: (shrugging his shoulders) You’ve lost that spark Yas. You’ve lost the bounce in your step, the joy in your voice, the motivation in life… It’s all gone. It’s just replaced with this. This corpse that is just always chasing after guys!

ME: Gee you’re making me feel a whole lot better (sniff)

ARMAAN: (squeezing me tightly) I’m trying to save you Yasmeen… No one else see’s it. Not Fatimah, not Nuha. You’re drowning in a pool of sadness that all started the minute you started ‘dating’ and al that rubbish.

For a 15 year old my brother really did give good theories on my life problems

ME: You think so?

ARMAAN: I know so…  You need to clear your mind! I mean you going to uni soon and boys aren’t worth your time. Plus, I think you upset daddy and mummy the most because they feel like they loosing their innocent daughter

ME: Sooo you saying I must become a nun?

ARMAAN: I’m saying.. You must stop fretting over all these stupid stupid boys! You need to concentrate on whats important! Your studies, university!

How could he be so much smarter than me?

ARMAAN: And I’m trying to throw you a lifeline here. Zaheer is just a boy! And sure, mummy and daddy are pissed as hell! But they’ll get over it…Because that’s what parents do. They wont forget about it, it might take a while, but trust me they will eventually forgive you.

I squeezed Armaan’s hand and willed my self not to cry. I wanted to be as strong as my little brother thought I was. No matter how old he was, he would always be my baby bro.

ARMAAN: And please for the love of god, start exercising more! Get out more! Not to hang out with guys! Just to go out for lunch..Go to the beach! Or take ME to the beach!

ME: (laughing while sniffing) I see you want to benefit from this…

ARMAAN: It wouldn’t hurt anyone if you treated me to a surfing lesson once in a while…

ME: Yeah, thats only if Mummy and Daddy don’t tie me to my bed and leave me here to rot!!

ARMAAN: I’m hoping for the best as well…

He gave my hand one final squeeze and quietly slipped out of my bed.

ME: Armaan…

ARMAAN: Gee?

ME: Thank you

ARMAAN: Yasmeen, don’t thank me. If I was in trouble I know you’d do the same… because no matter how awesome of a brother I am…

I rolled my eyes.

ARMAAN: No matter how awesome of a brother I am, there is no better sister than you.

He closed the door and left my room. Who knew 15 year old’s had more insight into an 18 year old girls life than an 18 year old girl her self?!

Yoga session with Saffiyah -_-

Yoga session with Saffiya -_-

No better sister than you...

No better sister than you…

 

Because I forget to add this onto the previous post….

Firstly, there will be no post from now till the 20th! :D You matriculants out there should just zone out from blogs and concentrate ;)

Another thing, anybody that has actually done a family tree (don’t blame you if you never did it) Please send it through :P

Special shout out to… LOTUSMILKSHAIK!

lotusmilkshaik

Thanks for being the live countdown for twitter ;) Totes appreciate it babe xoxo

Other than that, remember to follow DOAD on twitter @dubaingirl 

Until the 20th… Hasta La Vista be beh!

 

Puppy Love

The bluuuuuuue SKY is blue like bluuue bubblegum Na na naa na na naa…. :D

So 12 days :P Not too long now till DOAD resumes back to normal! I know this post is short, but it’s a peep into Armaan’s life ;) Enjoy my lovelies! Much Love Dubaingirl ♥ xoxo

Her Smile...

Her Smile…

So life in Dubai has been…. Interesting. It’s too different our Durban days. It wasn’t just loosing my friends, those bra’s I knew since I was 5. It was more how different our lifestyle became. I noticed how my mother was at ease in Dubai, wish it had the same effect on my father though. He was always either tired, sleeping, stressed or just busy. When we were in Durban, he would always make time to take me out and just do something together. I’m probably the ONLY 15 year old worldwide that enjoys spending time with my father and that’s cause he’s not just my father, he’s like a soccer buddy. In Durban, once a week he would always take us boys and go play soccer. Soccer fanatic right here! And now, in Dubai, you wanna play soccer you join the team. So I did that. And I met all these other guys.

I won’t lie, when we moved, I never really told anyone how much I dreaded it. I didn’t know what to expect. What would people think of me in school? How would they think of me? I never told anyone that I was scared to move, scared that life would become to different for me to handle. But I think I handled it all pretty well. I was so intimidated at first. The difference between Durban schools and here is that, the people were so diverse. Over here, you actually had a “popular’ group. And you probably thinking…

‘What the hell?!? Why have something SO artificial and dumb!”

I’m with ya! I thought it was the girliest crap I’d ever heard of! But yeah, you were either considered a looser, a popular or a normal owe. I did not give two flying kahoot’s about this stupid hierarchy. But once I joined the soccer team (‘the Footie team’) girls suddenly started to take notice of me. Before I knew it, my days of sitting alone were over. The popular’s sat in this group, girls and guys and it was over tops. The fun we would get up to. The stories and pranks the other boys would pull on the teachers had you laughing for days man!  They kept me well entertained and the chick’s… who’s complaining. They were all gorgeous! But they all dated guys in the year above.

The one thing that bothered me though, was that we were different. Their lifestyles, my lifestyle was in no way the same! Their parents didn’t have restrictions in place and were lenient when it came to grades. Of course, I knew it why I had rules in place and I wasn’t complaining. But it was hard being in that group and not being able to chill with them out side of school. I didn’t mind so much because there was always Luqmaan and a few other South African boys. Whenever we met up with the SA group, the girls would go off to do their own thing and the guys would go play soccer.

Most of the girls were Yasmeen’s age, too old for me. But there was one girl… One girl that I knew for sure was my age because guess what? We went to school together.  AND, we were in the same grade. We even had a few classes together, but I guess our friends were different so we never ended up speaking. Her name was Misbah Ameen… And somehow her presence had this profound new effect on me. She wasn’t loud and chatty like the other girls. She didn’t have blonde or funny coloured hair In fact, her hair was more of a dark dark dark brown. It reminded me of Snow White, because she was also fair. And her lips, they were what brought colour to her face. Her lips and cheeks, when she flushed, it was as if there was no need for her to even wear make up because, the red against her fair skin made her look even more memorizing. Trust me to compare Misbah to Snow White! Don’t judge me, I have a bigger sister! I had no choice but to watch Disney movies when I was a child! So there I was, every french lesson, observing Misbah. Even though I had never spoken to her before, I wanted to get to know her. She was quiet and reserved in school.. but there was always bbm? Sooo I got her pin from ma main man Luqmaan…

********************

Misbah

Armaan Raheem?  Raheem.. That surname sounded familiar. Wasn’t that Yasmeen’s surname? And Armaan. Wasn’t that the name of that new guy in school?! He was Yasmeen’s bro! What was he even doing adding me on BBM?  I didn’t know whether or not to tell Yasmeen… It would be kinda awkward…  So I just accepted and as soon as I did I got a BBM from him..

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Over BBM
ARMAAN: Hey there :)

MISBAH: Hi…

ARMAAN: Misbah right?

MISBAH: Well that’s what it clearly says on my profile right

Ooooh she’s fiesty!

ARMAAN: Do you mind?

God, he’s rude!

MISBAH: Mind what :?

ME: That I added you on BBM?

MISBAH: I accepted didn’t I?

ARMAAN: Yeah… I just don’t want too come on too strong :P

MISBAH: Come on too strong?! *laughing face*

ARMAAN: Are you laughing at me Miss. Misbah :O

MISBAH: Why yes I am Raheem!

ARMAAN: Awww, you know my surname :$

MISBAH: *rolling eyes* You ARE Yasmeen’s brother after all!

Ugh, why did my sister have to brought into this!

ARMAAN: And you are… Err what’s your sisters name again? :?

MISBAH: Saffiyah!!! :P

ARMAAN: Lol, sorrrrry not good with names. Plus, she’s too old for me. I got my eyes set on a different Ameen sister ;)

Was he flirting with me?!

MISBAH: Is that soo… Tell me her name. I might know her :P

ARMAAN: If I told you, then I’d have to kill you ;) and I don’t want a beautiful girl like you dead :(

MISBAH: Is that soo… :P

ARMAAN: I’m afraid it t’is

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Misbah

The rest of the day was spent talking to him. He was funny, slightly conceited, a total charmer but he still made me laugh. A LOT. I was never that kind of girl that spoke to boys. I had my cousins on BBM and that was it. Even with school boys, I had them on BBM, but I only ever spoke to them if I needed something. I wasn’t holy though. I would just crush on the fictional characters from series rather than actually go through the headache of liking a guy in real life. But Armaan wasn’t soo bad. Most of the boys in our year were SO immature. But he mann’ed up and added me on BBM. Maybe I should give him a chance… We’ll see…

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Armaan

And this is why I never bothered with any of those so called ‘popular’ girls! They were all blonde and looked the same and non of them had that smile like Misbah. The other girls were all carbon copies of each other, all the same, no diversity. And if I were to flirt with them, they’d give me no attitude what so ever! They would just batt their fake lashes and smile. Err, no thanks. Misbah had a fiestiness to her, which I liked. I just started talking to the girl. I didn’t want to scare her off by telling her that in actual fact SHE was, by FAR much more beautiful and more interesting than the girls in our grade. I’d just have to see if she was up for being friends.. maybe more than friends… with me…

Misbah: Snow White  ♥

Misbah: Snow White ♥

Nuha’s Blast from the Past

NINE. TEEN. DAYS. In honour of the beginning of a new month, and for World Hijab Day, here’s a post from Nuha’s point of view :) Enjoy my lovelies! Much Love DubainGirl ♥  xoxo

To Yumna

To Yumna

Cheese Sandwhich!

Cheese Sandwhich!

What. Was. This world. Coming to?!?! All of a sudden Yumna was playing happy wedding planner for Fatimah!!!! Na-aaaaaah!! I bet Yumna was secretly making voodoo on all the engagement flowers and she probably poisoned all the food! My imagination ran wild thinking up all these crazy possibilities! I was letting Shaitaan win and I knew that sooner or later the old Nuha would return to get her vengeance…

So I took a breathe in

Then out

A repeated this a few times then fished out my phone to phone Omar…

OMAR: Assalamualaikum Nuu

ME: Wasaalaaam Babe!

OMAR: I still can’t get over how you call me that (laughing)

ME: (in a sing song tune) Baaabe! Baaabe! Baaaby babe baaabe!

OMAR: Hmm.. Has anyone ever told you you sing like an angel?

ME: Has anyone ever told you you’re a very bad liar?

OMAR: That’s the thing Ms.Bobat, I don’t lie…

ME: So then you don’t mind helping me out ?

OMAR: With what exactly? If it’s anything wedding related, you know that’s not me Nuu…

ME: Look, Marr I really need you right now…

OMAR: Okay… Should I come pick you up?

ME: (in a whisper) Please

OMAR: Whatever it is it’ll be okay Nuha…

I didn’t say anything. I had to face my demons. I had to tell Omar EVERYTHING! He kinda sorta knew bits and pieces about Yumna. But he didn’t know the OLD Nuha. The old me. The open, easy, flirty, somewhat slutty version of me! I know, that’s a strong word, but for a Muslim girl it’s what I used to be. Omar deserved to know what he was getting him self into by being with me. I had many shades to me, and yes it was all in the past and you’re supposed to let go of the past. But… but the past was still a part of me and before someone else went and told Omar about my old ways, I wanted to let him know….

OMAR: You home alone?

ME: (getting into his car) Yeah, Zayaan went out with my mother to buy more kuncha’s for Fati’s family.

OMAR: (nodding his head)

ME: Why you nodding your head like that?

OMAR: (smiling) You promise you won’t feel offended?

ME: Try me (suddenly very curious)

OMAR: Well, it’s just that.. Nuu, don’t take offence. I’m serious. And I’m not trying to make you feel bad either.

ME: Omar! Just get to your point pleeeeease!

OMAR: Fine fine, and this has nothing to do with us, I’m just generally saying and-

ME: (taking his hand in mine) If you don’t tell me what you want to tell me, I’ll…I’ll

OMAR: (raising his eyebrow and smirking) You’ll what?

ME: I’ll scream (smiling)

OMAR: (laughing) Okay Miss Dramatic! Well….. what was I saying? Oh yes, so this whole wedding is going on and I like how your brother is getting married to avoid more sin

ME: Riiight….

OMAR: In all honesty Nuu, I wish we were doing the same… But I know you not ready to get married. So I won’t push you.. But my point is, is that for weddings a helluva lot of money is wasted.

I bit my tongue. Omar knew I wanted the whole BIG fairytale wedding. And that’s what was so hard. We were so different, but it was good different…

OMAR: And you said Fatimah wants to keep the wedding simple, but see how both your mothers are spending away. I really am trying to not make you feel bad, but you know me….. I speak what’s on my mind

ME: I know (squeezing his hand)  But you’ll come for the engagement right?

OMAR: (smiling half a smile) Wouldn’t miss it for the world…

ME: Umm…. I … I eh…. Can we tell Zayaan about us?

OMAR: You want to tell your brother about us… at his engagement? And what if he goes ape?

ME: Well you can use your Haafiz skills and read your kulls and blow on him!

OMAR: (laughing) These haafiz jokes… are they ever going to stop?

ME: Nope! Because I know you secretly enjoy my lame sense of humour (smiling)

We pulled up outside Westwood mall and made our way to Nino’s. Guess we would be having my whole ‘Blast from the Past’ conversation over brunch! But this is what I loved about Omar. He didn’t need to dine with me at any fancy place. A cheese sandwich split between the 2 of us at Nino’s made me extremely happy because it was just being with him, being with someone so honest and kind and good hearted. That’s what was important to me…

OMAR: Soo… you going to tell me why you sounded frantic on the phone?

ME: What do you know? So far…about Yumna and Mo?

OMAR: I know that Yumna was your best friend and that Mo was your ex boyfriend, who by the way happens to go for Jummah at the same mosque as I do.. So you’re lucky I haven’t punched his nose into his face!

ME: Omar?

OMAR: (shurugging his shoulders) I know he cheated on you with Yumna. That’s it…. I never pushed the subject because, because non of it is really important really.

ME: I know its not important.. or relevant but I still want to tell you. I feel like I need to tell you, about who I was.

OMAR: But it doesn’t matter. All of that is in the past. We all have a past, I’d rather focus on the future with you Nuu….

ME: I know, but I’m still going to tell you…

OMAR: Okay, but at any point, you can stop. And I won’t question you if you do stop okay (giving my hand a reassuring squeeze)

ME: Right…. Omar, the girl standing before you today, nobody would ever imagine me being like this. I mean, I’m wearing scarf! A year ago, the only time I ever wore scarf was  if we ever went to a funeral… or…or like a jalsa, and even then those were maybe once a year. I just never was this girl.

I was…… different. Very different and the reason I’m telling you all of this is because you have been very influential in how I have changed. You, Yasmeen, Fatimah, all of you’ll. Lemme take you back to the day I first met Yasmeen. It was at a beach… She was with Yusuf and the way I threw my self at him….

I bit my lip

ME: The way I threw my self at him, flirting as if I had no dignity. It makes me sick to even picture what I was like.! Short shorts all the showy clothes. Omar I was a mess! And I even remember seeing Yasmeen’s face. The way she eye’d me as I flirted with Yusuf. And there I was thinking ”What’s this chicks problem? It’s just harmless flirting?” But I was wrong. Because I got to know Yasmeen. She let me into her world, and I guess I’d also have to thank Uzair because they were dating then… It’s just, in a matter of months I went from being in skimpy skirts to more appropriate clothes. Those small changes in life began to happen. But it wasn’t just about clothes Omar…. I was broken

Again he gave me a reassuring smile and held my hand

ME: (breathing out) I had been betrayed, battered and left all on my own. My friends , my supposed friends, they spoke about me behind my back, they gossiped one way. Yumna and I were obviously NOT on speaking terms. I had no one Omar. (sighing) Or so I thought. And I was never the religious type at the time as you obviously know by now. So I really did think I was all by my own. I resorted to stupid ways to get rid of my loneliness. I found new whacko friends who made me try stupid things….

OMAR: Nuha, no. I don’t want to know

ME: Okay, then I won’t tell you the details. I don’t even think I can bring my self to say them….. So yeah, I fell in with a bad group of friends. Zayaan… after the whole Mo episode, he threw him self into his studies. He didn’t realise I was drowning in my own loneliness. My own troubles, my old world, it ruined me Omar! The gossip! The lies! People thought I was pregnant! My god! The things people say to get attention!  (swallowing a lump in my throat) I had enough!  From those group of friends, I went on my own. And I guess it was for the best… Cause a few weeks later I met Yasmeen. A normal girl that loved my Uzzi! And my heart soared with jealousy! She had it all sorted. Her life was in order. She had a best friend Fatimah, a loyal boyfriend Uzair… I envied her but I wanted to know her. So… we spent more time together and… credit goes to Fatimah and Yasmeen-

OMAR: Credit also goes to you Nuu, you took the initiative to change. And I am so glad you did. (tracing the palm of my hand) Nuu,

ME: Omar….

OMAR: I’m just, I’m just really proud of you Nuha.

ME: Wait silly! I’m not done… I have to get to the part where you come in!

OMAR: (laughing) Go on…..

ME: Yes! So after I became SANE and somewhat normal with the help of Yasmeen and Fatz, I realised, I didn’t need a boy to be happy. Plus I had lost faith in ALL guys! I thought… I thought I would never be able to find a guy I would ever trust again. But I found you Omar… I found you and I’m telling you this because, because I trust you. Trust you enough to give you my heart. And… and I know we are so different Omar but bu-

OMAR: Hey, shhh… Nuha. Nuu look at me

I looked up at him

OMAR: You trust me right?

ME: (I nodded my head in agreement) More than you know…

OMAR: So don’t freak out when I say this. I’ve been thinking a lot about this. Like a lot. And it’s a compromise. And, Nuha I’ve been compromising so far by dating you. You know me… you know dating isn’t my thing…

Oh know! Where was he going with this?

OMAR: And… I’m just a simple boy from a simple background. I don’t stay in Westville. But I trust you with my heart, just how you trust me and… I don’t want to date you.

WHAT

WAS

HAPPENING!!

OMAR: I can’t introduce you to my family as my girlfriend because I want you to be more. Girlfriend is not a status any Muslim girl should have and so far Nuha, I’ve been doing this dating thing so I won’t loose you. But I want you as my other half. I want you to complete me Nuu. I want you to marry me….

Here's to the Past

Here’s to the Past

Perfect Crime ♥♥♥

Perfect Crime ♥♥♥

 

Fatimah : Macaroons and Monkey Bum’s!

APPRECIATE THIS POST ;) I’m still on break, but this is just a little read for you munchkins out there that are bored. A little post from Faati Pataati’s point of view :D Much Love DubainGirl ♥ xoxo

MACAROON'S ♥

MACAROON’S ♥

Hmm…. Blue. Or yellow. Or pink. Or red. Or green… Or maybe turqoise. Teal?  My mind was bursting with the possible colour schemes I could have for my wedding. Who knew there were so many colours in a rainbow?! I always learnt it as just 7 colours, but now, now I was re thinking the rainbow altogether! And on top of all the wedding decisions, I had my school work to think about. Maths, english, biology, akrikaans. Can someone please remind me again WHY I took afrikaans?!?! It is so hard! And Zayaan is no help either. When ever I’m trying to memorize words, he’ll just start laughing

ME: Zay! How am I ever going to learn if you keep laughing!?

We were sitting at Gloria Jeans in gateway. I was treating my self to some macaroons once I got through my akrikaans. But it was impossible with a hysterical Zayaan sitting in front of me laughing away!

ME: (closing my book) Fine! I’m going!

ZAYAAN: (calming down) Okay Okay, I’m sorry fatooo!

ME: (rolling my eyes) Don’t ‘fatoooo’ me you monkey bum!

ZAYAAN: (laughing) Monkey bum? Real mature Fatoooooo (wink)

ME: Don’t call me fatoo!

ZAYAAN: (raising an eyebrow) Then what must I call you? Fattie, Fatz, Fatiii Patatii?!?!

He was being such a pain! Remind me again why I said yes to marrying him?! I was about to stand up and leave but he grabbed my hand…

ZAYAAN: (tilting his head to one side) Or should I call you Mrs.Bobat (smiling that half a smile that melted my heart)

I blushed a bright shade of red! I probably looked like the red velvet macaroon that had been calling out my name for the past half an hour! I couldn’t resist! I  had to have a macaroon. NOW!

ME: Don’t bet on it Mr.Bobat!

ZAYAAN: Aww, Fatz, don’t be like that.. What can I do to make it up to you?

ME: Macaroon me!

ZAYAAN: (laughing) One macaroon coming right up ma lady

I smiled to my self. We had been back in Durban for two weeks, and I was still giddy from the proposal! Could I get any girlier?!  Before I met Zayaan, it would have sickened me that I was behaving so childish and squirmish over small romantic things. But with Zayaan being one helluva romantic, (who knew) nothing seemed childish any more. He came back with an assortment of macaroons on a plate…

ME: Ooh those look deliciously amazingly yummy!

ZAYAAN: (laughing) Will power! Finish your afrikaans and THEN you can have one!

ME: Awww, come on Zay. Not even one smaal teeny tiny macaroon.(batting my eyelashes)  Just to stop my tummy rumbling?!

As if on que, my tummy growled. Case closed. I dived for a macaroon but Zayaan swatted my hand away.

ZAYAAN: No! You going to mess your note pad with messy macaroon fingers. Allow me…

He lifted the macaroons to my mouth and I gobbled it up within seconds

ZAYAAN: Easy woman! You nearly bit my finger off (smiling)

ME: Good! (Looking around) People were staring.

ZAYAAN: Good. They must stare at my beautiful fiance who can’t speak afrikaans to save her life!

I kicked his leg and he yelled out in pain!
ME: Woops. Was that your leg? Thought it was a coakroach (wink)

ZAYAAN: A coakroach hey… Should I start having a tickle war with you?! Here?! In the middle of gateway?!

ME: You wouldn’t dare!

ZAYAAN: Oh yes I would (wink)

God, how is it that I came to meet this amazing boy! Mashallah! My whole family was thrilled for me. Although my mother did ask me a MILLION times if I was ready for this…

MUM: And are you sure you want to do this? (raising an eyebrow)

ME: Of course I want to do this…. I have to do this. At the end of the day, it’s half of my Iman!

MUM: Yeah, but Fati, do you want to do this NOW? You still so young….

ME: (sigh) Mummy, I never ever imagined in a million years I’d get married at 18. But Allah plans and we plan and Zayaan wants to do it the right way and…and….

MUM: I understand. (hugging me) I just want you to be happy and Zayaan is a good boy. And the Bobat’s are good people.

ME: I know. Shukr, I’m very lucky…  (Twidling my fingers)

MUM: And they are just as lucky! Thay have you and you can make a killer Akoojee chicken curry and rice!

ME: (laughing) Mummmy! Well I learnt from the best!

It was cute! My mother and I had been getting along a whole lot more now that I was proposed. The engagement planning had started already. We had a mere 3 weeks to plan everything with the help of Yasmeen’s Aunty, Aunty Rookaya (Aka aunty Roxx). We were having the engagement in the Bobat’s huge garden. There was going to be a tent just like how they had one for Eid. I didn’t want anything too fancy. My conscious would eat me up if I wasted money on tissues and what not! My mother already started to bug me asking me about centre pieces and decorations for the wedding. I mean, the wedding was in April! 2 and a half months away! I had more important matters to deal with rather than think about centrepieces. No offence to all the girls out there that want the huge fairytale wedding, I know Yasmeen would want that, but I’m different. I don’t wnat to be an over controlling bridezilla, I don’t want to have my wedding filled with gossip queens, and I definitely wanted my wedding to be simple andsleek. Eventually my mother gave up  with me and opted for…..

*drum roll please*

A WEDDING PLANNER -_-

You see, my mother and I had very different opinions on almost everything!

ME: Mummy! White is SO boring! I’m a vibrant person!

MUM: Fatimah! This is a wedding! You have to make it look elegant and not tacky

ME: Tacky?? How is that colour tacky??

MUM: Sweetie, yellow IS  tacky colour for a wedding!

ME: But that’s my favourite colour!

MUM: So then myabe we can incorporate it into the engagement. We can have yellow flowers, but for the wedding absolutely no way!

ME: Mummmmmmmmmy! It’s my wedding! God this is SO stressful! I don’t even want a big wedding!

MUM: Yeah, well you have a BIG family and you marrying into an even bigger family, so get use to it!

ME: (sighing) I just don’t want to deal with all this! Yellow, blue, teal, turqoise…. As long as it looks nice ‘elegant’ and simple, I’m happpy

MUM: What about…..

ME: What about what?

MUM: A wedding planner?

ME: A what?

MUM: You know? A wedding Planner… We’ll get someone to come up with the ideas and colour schemes. You just have to approve everything.

ME: And if I don’t like it?

MUM: Then it’s their job to change it and come up with something new.

ME: Okay, we’ll get a wedding planner. You know anyone?

MUM: I think there was on aunty that BB’d me with a list of names of caterers and wedding planners. There was a muslim lady doing it. And I think she stays in Westville as well. I’ll check and let you know

I thought about it. A wedding planner would ease the workload off me. I could concentrate more on my matric year!God, matric.. I had been so warpped up in our Dubai holiday I completely forgot that I was about to go onto my final year of school

Those 4 words…

FINAL

year

of

SCHOOL

And after that, it was just going to be Zayaan and myself. Did I want to further my studies? Maybe… When the time came, I’d think about it but right now, I needed to survive this engagement AND wedding craziness! And I didn’t even have my best friend by my side which was the hardest part! We had been skyping everyday, and true to my word, I included her in al…. well most of my wedding decisions.

YASMEEN: I am SO siding with your mother! Yellow… for a wedding?!

ME: Yasmeen! I’ve heard this all before. Pleas spare me the lecture

YASMEEN: (laughing) Yellow is a lovely colour, but I know you like bright bright colours, and well.. thank god your mother has more sense than you

ME: (rolling eyes) ANYWAY, hows the revision going?

YASMEEN: Don’t even ask! I am  drowning in the amount of work I have to do!

ME: (laughing) Awww, poor baby! And I hope…err… there have been no boy distractions

Just as Yasmeen was about to open her mouth to reply, the door bell rang and my mother started screaming for me

MUM: Fatimaaaaaah! Come, the aunty is here.

Oh crap! The wedding planner! My mothers screaming drowned out the sound of what Yasmeen said..

ME: Yass, I’ll call you back later okay!

YASMEEN: Sure, why’s your mother screaming?

ME: I compleeetely forgot, the wedding planner was coming today!

YASMEEN: Pfff wedding planner?! (laughing) Have fun chicka!

ME: Salaams!

I threw a jersey on over my camisole, and rushed downstairs in a matter of seconds to find my self standing in front of an impeccably dressed woman.

MUM: And this is the bride to be Fatimah. Fatimah this is Aunty Yusairah Karodia. She runs a wedding planning company.

Karodia… That surname rang a bell. Wasn’t that Nuha’s ex best friends surname? Maybe this aunty was related to Yumna…

ME: (putting my hand out to shake her hand) Assalamualaykum.  Jazakallah for coming to meet us Aunty Yusairah

YUSAIRAH: No problem at all. I look forward to helping you Fatimah. Your mother sounded frantic on the phone.

ME: (laughing) Well, our opinions differ on everything! And the wedding is in a few months so…

I risked a glance at my mother as she scowled, but smiled.

MUM: Can I get you’ll anything to drink?

You’ll?

YUSAIRAH: I’d love a glass of water please, with a  slice of lemon.

MUM: And you?

Suddenly, this timid looking girl that looked my age stepped aside from behind her Aunty Yusairah.

YUMNA: Gee, no I won’t have anything to drink jazakallah.

THAT WAS YUMNA KARODIA!!! I recognized her from her facebook pictures! But the girl standing in front of me looked SO different. For one, all her clevage was covered up, and she had absolutely no makeup on! *sigh* THIS is why I never wore heavy makeup on a daily basis. Yumna looked entirely different with her face bare. Snapping me out of my shock and awe was my Aunty Yusiarah…

YUSAIRAH: Oh yes, Fatimah, this is Yumna, my daughter. She helps me with the wedding planning. I’m sure your fiance will know her. His sister and Yumna use to be very close.

I willed my mouth to move. To reply. To say something. But my mouth hung wide open, displaying and showing how shocked I truly was.

THIS was the girl… This was the infamous Yumna Karodia that caused my future sister in law so much pain. But look at Nuha. Look at how strong she was. Not holding a grudge, moving on, letting go. She was finally happy with Omar. My subconcious shook her head. This Yumna was not worth it. She wasn’t going to ruin my day. So I smiled, held out my hand and shook hers. The rest of the afternoon was full on wedding talk. Detailed discussions over colour schemes, ornaments, table cloths, centre pieces, flowers and food. Food…. and CAKE! I was so excited when Aunty Yusairah gave me a list of places where I could find a nice wedding cake.

ME: THIS will definitely be done asap! (laughing)

YUMNA: Umm, you might want to try the first number on that list. Their cakes are very nice. And… (fiddling with her thumbs) And they always change their designs so you won’t clash wedding cakes with anyone else.

I raised my eyebrows up at her. That was the first time she had spoken to me directly all afternoon.

ME: Umm….Thanks?

The Karodia’s got up to leave. I won’t lie, I trusted aunty Yusaira. She had a good sense of style, and she knew what I wanted the wedding to be simple. Judging from her pictures of previous weddings, I trusted that she would be able to pull it off. But it was her daughter… It was her daughter that kind of made me gulp and take a step back, and just watch the way she was. So quiet, so lost, so insecure and unsure of her self. Was Yumna the way she was because of the whole ‘Mohammed’ incident? There was only one way to really find out. I’d have to phone my future sister in law!

Yellow, Red, Pink, Blue, Purple.

Yellow, Red, Pink, Blue, Purple!

MAD FOR BLOGS ♥

Blogs I read…

Letters From Z

http://lettersfromz.wordpress.com/

A friend like you

http://afriendlikeyou.wordpress.com/

Story Of My Life

http://tazkiyahstoryofmylife.wordpress.com/

Memon Girl

http://xoxomemongirl.wordpress.com/

Rediscovery57

http://rediscovery57.wordpress.com/

Diary Of A Guji Girl

http://diaryofagujigirl.co.za/

MemonGirl 16

memongirl16.wordpress.com

Relatable 101

http://relatable101.wordpress.com/

Life In Joburg

http://lifeinjoburg.wordpress.com/

Oh Just a Teenage Girl
Diary Of A Rich Islamic Girl
Just a Read 786
Zubaida in Stiletto’s
Sami The Reviewer
Two Hearts Apart

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Blogs I haven’t read…
( Feel free to email me if you have read any of these blog’s below and you think others would enjoy reading it as well)
Journey To Changes
Sweet Memories of A Teen
Sabeeha’s Complicated Life
Leah And James
Days Of Dilemma
Me Against Society
My Weird Yet Perfect Life
Life Love Destiny
Veiled Princess
Different Jerseys
A Journey in A Journal
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Soooo, THIS is goodbye… :(
Maybe not goodbye, because goodbye means I won’t be seeing you gorgeous peoples again!
But In Sha Allah, I shall be back! So just chill out, enjoy being back at school/work/whatever it is you do :P
Adios Amigo’s ♥

Part 90 – What Ashley Said…

This finale of season 3 and the final post for the month of January is dedicated tooooo….. *drum roll please*

The biggest Greys anatomy addict I have ever known!!! Sweetie, Grey’s has corrupted your taste in series completely :P But don’t worry, Sadie , Jenna and I forgive you ;) After all you ARE the birthday girl!! So here’s wishing you a happy happy birthday my love! *hugs and kisses* Enjoy it! Have cake for breakfast! Go dance in the sunshine! And you better say ‘Ameen’ to all those dua’s I made for you *wink wink* I won’t repeat it here for the whole dunya to see…. But just go say Ameeen ;) Much Love ♥ DOAD xoxo

Pillow Fighting ♥

Pillow Fighting ♥

Silver heels

Silver heels

It was the Bobat’s last and final night in Dubai before they all flew out the next morning. And we were ready to paint the town red! And blue! And green! And any other colour of the rainbow you could think off! They came back from Abu Dhabi the day before and spent the whole day at the Gold Souk. Zayaan’s mother wanted to make sure she had enough kuncha’s for Fatimah now that the engagement had been finalised for the 26th February. Everyone was super excited! I joined in with their celebrations even though I wasn’t going to be there. Oh well, you win some you lose some hey. So while Zayaan and his mother were gone to the Gold Souk, Nuha was busy plotting away…

NUHA: Yasmeen!!! I have absolutely NO clue what to buy him! He’s so simple and his parents went for umrah so they probably bought him a watch and a perfume and and….

ME: Nuuu what are you talking about?

NUHA: OMAR! I dunno what to buy him

ME: (laughing) Can’t help you there! If you haven’t noticed, I’M the single one!

NUHA: Not for long… What happened in the kitchen after I left?

ME: (shrugging my shoulders) Nothing. Although we did have this weird moment in school…

I explained to Nuha the whole watch incident that happened on Thursday

NUHA: So do you still have the watch?

ME: (nodding my head) Yepp

I lifted up the sleeve of my jersey to reveal Zaheer’s watch

NUHA: OH EM GEE! That is probably THE stylish watch I have ever seen!

ME: (laughing) Probably cost a fortune! Imagine what will happen if I lose it?

NUHA: So then why didn’t you just give it back to him??

ME: I DID! He didn’t take it! He said I had to first go ask Ashley.

NUHA: Ask Ashley what?

ME: I don’t even know!! (rolling my eyes) He just said ‘tell her to tell you’! God, sometimes I really hate not knowing what’s going on!

NUHA: Well, maybe we can put your problems on hold…. So you can HELP ME WITH MINE!!

ME: (laughing) Okaay okaaay! Soo what does he like? Pens? Cars? Err, kurta’s? (laughing)

NUHA: Ha. Ha. Very funny! Fine, I’ll just go to the mall my self!

ME: Are you mad! Your brother will kill me if I let you go on your own!

UZAIR: Who’s going where on their own??

I spun around and surely enough Uzair was standing in the doorway. He and Armaan had been downstairs playing Fifa. The rest of his cousins had left the day before, so he had to make do with my smaller annoying brother!

NUHA: Nowhere! Yasmeen is just being a very bad host!

ME: (making a big O face) I am not! You the one that has an overprotective brother

UZAIR: Where do you girlies want to go?

GREAT! I was downgraded from ‘doll’ to girlie!

NUHA: To the mall!!

UZAIR: Well that’s easy! We going out for supper tonight so you can shop. Eh Nuu, you real last minute dot com!

NUHA: Says the guy that did so much shopping he couldn’t even close his bag!

UZAIR: (rolling his eyes) Hey, nice watch…

It only sank in a few seconds later that he was talking to me. I turned to look at him as he smiled that half a smile. Well, 2 could play at this game!

ME: You like?? Thought I might try something more… bulky.

UZAIR: Bulky or more maculines? (wink)

AND THEN HE WALKED AWAY?! What was it with all these boys and walking away?! I was beginning to think Zah’s watch was just bad luck! To the point I contemplated throwing it into the sea! I knew Uzair kind of caught on that wasn’t my watch, but hey we were both in very difficult situations right now so I didn’t let the Uzzi thing ruin my mood…

ME: Look, we’ll go shopping tonight! Kapiche?!

NUHA: (rolling her eyes) FINE! Then can we at least do something now…

ME: Like what? And if you start talking about Omar, I will take that pillow and throw it at you

NUHA:  (standing up on my bed) BRING IT! (laughing)

She chucked the first pillow at me! So I threw a bigger one back at her. By now we were both standing up and jumping on my bed! My new bed, (I still considered it ‘new) it was probably going to break after all the jumping! The springs were going crazy with our high flips and gymnastics jumps. I lie, we were probably the two most un-flexible people you would ever meet! We fell down onto my bed in fits! Laughing so hard Nuha actually had tears in her eyes. And then she looked at me

NUHA: Yass

ME: Yebo

NUHA: Are you happy?

I looked at her, shocked at the question.

ME: I guess

NUHA : (staring up at the ceiling) Like you moved so far away, I mean does Dubai make you happy?

ME: (shrugging my shoulders) I dunno. Sometimes I can’t help but think if I never left durban, Uzair and I would still be together. But then Yasmin was always coming back soo…

NUHA: Sooner or later your relationship would end?

ME: (nodding my head in agreement)

NUHA: I get what you mean… I use to think of all the ‘what if’ situations when the whole incident with Mo happened. Like ‘what if Zayaan wasn’t my brother’ ‘what if Yumna wasn’t my best friend. But it boils down to loyalty… Mohammed wasn’t loyal.

Loyalty. The word rang in my brain. Mohammed wasn’t the only one lacking loyalty. I had been unloyal. So had Zaheer. I was beginning to think what goes around comes around, and if that was true, just how Uzair forgave me I would forgive Zaheer?

Did I forgive Zaheer? I’m not one to hold grudges and my mother always use to tell me that it was a good thing! If I was ever angry at someone, I would forget about it and move on. I wouldn’t dwell on hatred and anger, and islamically it was a good thing. I didn’t make shaitaan happy with my anger! Don’t get me wrong, I’m no saint! But I was happy I wasn’t the kind of person to hold grudges. But now… Now I wasn’t so sure… Was I letting Zaheer off the hook easily? For all I know he could just be toyying with my emotions…  I knew the person I should be speaking to was Zaheer hinself, but whenever I was around him, he clouded my judgement. His eyes… God damn it his everything just distracted me. His words, his face. The way he looked at his shoes when he was nervous.

And then there was what he had told me that day after school. ‘Ask Ashley’. So my first mission I had when I was back at school on Sunday was to track down that brunette backstabbing chick and force her to tell me what Zaheer was talking about. But for now, Nuha and I sat on my bed. She was staring at me while I was deep in thought…

NUHA: It sucks you won’t be there for the engagemant

ME: Hmm (snapping out of my thoughts)

NUHA: I said, it’s a pity you won’t be attending the engagment

ME: (rolling my eyes) Tell me about it!

NUHA: And that’s where you meet boys nowadayas isn’t (wink)

She was clearly teasing me! Because she obviously knew that I met Uzair at a wedding

ME: Oh shush you (throwing a pillow at her)

NUHA: Tell me again. How you met Uzair. I just love the story behind it…

ME: Nuhaa!

NUHA: What?! I like how you two were childhood sweethearts…

ME: What?! Me and Uzzi weren’t childhood sweethearts?? (looking at her quizically)

NUHA: Woops! Did I say uzair? I meant Zaheer

ME: (sighing) I barely remember anything, but I do remember some trips when we came, and I used to play with this chubby taller much bubblier boy back then…

NUHA (laughing) Chubby!! Zaheer was a fat kid?!?

ME: NUHA! That is soo mean (laughing with her)

NUHA: What? I’m just saying! I wanna see a picture!

ME: I don’t have one (shrugging my shoulders) He never ever showed me one… too self concious. He has one….

NUHA: Has one what?

ME: (sighing) He has one picture of us, as kids… in his room

NUHA: (raising her eyebrows) His room…. and how do you know what’s in his room??

I nudged ms ‘ big mouth’ off the bed and she started laughing even harder! We eventually did get off our lazy buttocks’s to get ready for supper. Apparently Nuha’s parents were treating all of us to a very ‘fancy’ supper. So of course, I had to dress in an even ‘fancier’ fashion… Hmm… what to wear what to wear?! I was quite short amongst the Bobat’s so I decided on my shoes first. These gorgeous silver heels with black bows that I knew would match with just about everything! My mother had generously bought me a black dress during the sale. It was full black with little bead work in silver and some lace pattern in the back. It was simple, sleek and classy… If I say so my self. I went raiding through my mothers cupboard and found the perfect scarf to match my outfit. 2 hours later , Nuha and I emerged from my room, looking very…. mashallah! She had decided to wear scarf.

NUHA: When in Rome do as the Romans, When in Arabia… do as the Arabs!

The Bobat parents were not telling anyone where we were going… It was a ‘surprise’. So I was surprised when we pulled up in the taxi outside of Dubai mall…

NUHA: Mummy, where we going??

NUHA’S MOTHER: Shhh… its a surprise.

We followed them, a large group that mostly consisted of Bobat’s and then us the Raheems walked through the mall and into the cool Dubai air outside. We kept walking until… we got…. to the….BURJ FREAKING KHALIFA!!

I knew it!!! I knew where we were going!!!

ATMOSPHERE!!! It was the tallest restaurant IN THE WORLD! Situated in the word TALLEST BUILDING… in the world! And it was hecticly expensive and VERY fancy! There was even a dress code. Thank god I had my party shoes on! We travelled up the luxurious elevators in the Burj to get to Atmosphere (DID I MENTION IT WAS THE TALLEST RESTAURANT IN THE WORLD) I was suuuuper excited! We were led into a dining room that was set exclusively for us…

ME: Oh my god! Nuu, I love your parents!

NUHA: I know they’re the best! (hugging her mother)

ZAYAAN:  Fatimah’s future in laws (nudging me)

ME: Oh get lost Zay!

ZAYAAN: (laughing) Aww, come one Yas, truce??

ME: No! Only one one condition…

ZAYAAN: Name it! I’m tired of fighting with my fiancée’s best friend.

ME; Ooo! Your fiancée… Well the condition is, if you can get my mother to send me for the engagement, no more fighting.

ZAYAAN: Err, have you met your mother?! She is impossible!

ME: Mummy! Zayaan sai-

ZAYAAN: (covering my mouth) Eh shut up! Big mouth

MUM: What you doing to her Zayaan? (laughing)

ZAYAAN: She has such a loud voice! The whole building will shake if she screams.

I shoved my elbow into his stomach and he doubled backwards, his hand finally off my face!

ME: Zay! You messed up my lipstick! God!

I stormed out of the dining room, in search of the little ladies room. I found it and walked in. I re applied my lipstick, fixed my face and was about to walk out when I bumped into Ashley….

*****Ashley’s Point of View*****

It was Yasmeen. What was she doing here?

ME: Err, hi?

YASMEEN: Hey there….

Well this is awkward…

ME: Umm, how’s it going?

YASMEEN: Good good and you?

ME: It’s going good..

YASMEEN: So what brings you to the tallest restaurant in the world?

ME: I’m having a birthday dinner. My parents treat for my 18th!

YASMEEN: Oh my god! Happy birthday Ash! Sorry, I think I saw it on Facebook but I haven’t been on social networks much recently.

ME: Thanks, for the birthday wishes… And you’re here for?

YASMEEN: We’re having a big fat family dinner!

ME: Well I won’t keep you from your… dinner…

YASMEEN: Wait, umm.. Ashley.. I need to speak to you

ME: Yeah?

Yasmeen looked around and her eyes feel upon these couches that were on the far wall

YASMEEN: Can we sit?

ME: Err sure…

YASMEEN: (exhaling loudly) So I spoke to Zaheer a few days ago, and umm…. He said I should ask you…

ME: Ask me, ask me what?

YASMEEN: I’m not quite so sure my self.. Something about you and him, and how there is nothing between you two?

Oh god. Zaheer wanted me to tell Yasmeen about Zainab’s party

ME: Oh, well Zee wants me to tell you about what happened at Zainab’s party.

YASMEEN: Well what did happen at Zainab’s party?

ME: Ok so, we were there at the party venue, early. Because I said I was going to help Zainab set up. And Zaheer pulls up in his Rolls Royce with his dad. Apparently his dad has been very strict with him lately… for some reason.. I don’t know. So anyway, I went to the front to get him and his dad gets off the car and comes to talk to me

YASMEEN: You can always count on Uncle Ahmed to embarrass his son! (smiling)

Wow, she even know’s Zaheer’s fathers name!?!? This girl and Zee are like a freaking married couple!

ME: Yeah, it was quite embarrassing… He was legit so embarrassed and his dad comes up to me and talks and then he’s like “so are you his girlfriend” and I laugh it off and he’s like “fine then where’s his other girlfriend?” And he was referring to you…

Yasmeen started to blush… I guess Zaheer’s dad didn’t know all the details about Zee and her. I remember her being very shy at the start of the year, probably a muslim girl thing….

ME: And I’m like “Sorry who?” because I didn’t want to rat you out… I was kind of I guess, trying to protect you.

Yasmeen’s eyes widened

YASMEEN: Well thank you. For not saying my name. Uncle Ahmed would just tease me way too much!

ME: And he goes oh I know everything don’t worry about that, then he leaves.

YASMEEN: (laughing) OMG! His father said that?!?! LOL

ME: His dad was seriously very… err… upfront. So anyway then Zee was like dancing with me and being really nice and flirty and he bought me drinks, non alcoholic duh! I don’t drink…

YASMEEN: Religious reasons or?

ME: No, it’s more for health reasons, so yeah we had drinks and stuff from the supermarket next door and everybody goes outside to play volleyball!

YASMEEN: Volleyball?! You guys played volleyball on new years eve?!?!?

ME: (laughing) I know! It sounds ridiculous, but it was fun… So Zee and I were on the same team and he’s being flirty and I’m laughing and he starts like hugging me and stuff and I asked him

FLASHBACK

ME: Zaheer,  are you sure you’re ok with this

ZAHEER: Umm what?

ME: Zaheer, I can see that there’s something you still have for Yaz

ZAHEER: Hell no ‘blah blah’ she’s a (insert word here) she’s a (insert another word here)

Yasmeen’s face froze. I gave her a moment. Zaheer told her to ask me what happened that night, and here I was telling Yasmeen. I didn’t mean to bring up that part, but I, I just blurted it out. She swallowed hard then looked at me and gestured for me to carry on

ME: So then we went quiet after saying all those things about you.

He hits the volleyball really violently across the net and I pull him away to the chairs next to the court. There was just so much anger inside of him, he looked like he was about to burst!

I replayed the conversation to Yasmeen…

FLASHBACK

ME: Be honest with me… talk to me

ZAHEER: She changes me. She makes me someone I’m not…. I want to be with her but…

(silence)

ME: Everyone around us started to tease us, so we got up and left. We went by this grassy area where no one could see us, and that’s why neither of us are in any of Zainab’s party pictures

YASMEEN: (stuttering) Did… did…. did you two… umm… did anything…like happen…between you two?

ME: (Shaking my head in disagreement) No. It was really weird to be honest… He pulled me onto his lap so I was sitting on him, but Yasmeen… nothing happened between us.

YASMEEN: Okay, so…carry on

FLASHBACK

ZAHEER: Ashley, I really like you. I really like you

I don’t say anything and I get really upset and I pull away from him and I don’t talk and he sighs and pulls me back in and is like

ZAHEER: Ok, so I still have feelings for her.

And then for 4 HOURS he goes on and on talking about you! Saying “oh I love her” then 20 minutes later he tells me to tell him about my self… So I just tell him stuff about me, and being insecure and loving attention and… you know just random stuff about me. It was a really deep conversation

YASMEEN: You’re insecure? But you’re so confident?

ASHELY: (twiddling my thumbs) You have no idea Yasmeen, I’m insecure… I just don’t show it… So anyway, after talking about myself….. there’s just silence and then he says

ZAHEER: I wish more than anything that I could be with her right now

ME: Her, referring to YOU! Yasmeen, I mean he was with me, we were lying down at this point on the grass and he’s kind of holding me, but all he wanted was you! I got really upset because, I actually like him, and… and he wanted you…

I didn’t know what to say next. In all honesty I didn’t want to tell Yasmeen what happened next, because what happened next was that I started to cry. Even though we were lying down, I started to cry, because Zaheer didn’t like me, he liked Yasmeen, and he had been using me and I felt so stupid! But I decided Yasmeen didn’t need to know about this…. My mind had drifted back to the night of new years and I only snapped out of it when Yasmeen hugged me

YASMEEN: I’m sorry (hugging me) I’m sorry he used you and I’m sorry you had to waste your New Years with that butt face

ME: (laughing)

YASMEEN: And Zaheer should be the one apologizing but he’s an arrogant little fish face… But I really am sorry….

There was silence for a while until I resumed my story…

ME: So then I told him to go back to you and I gave him all this other advice to help you love birds and he’s like THANK YOU SO MUCH!

I was panting and out of breath! I replayed the whole night to best that my memory could re-call. I didn’t belong with Zaheer, Yasmeen did.

YASMEEN: Ash…

ME: Yeah..

YASMEEN: Was he sincere?

ME: He was with a smoking hot girl, ME, on new years eve and we never.even. kissed! Not even once! Sooo to answer your question, yes I think he was sincere.

YASMEEN: (laughing) One helluva smoking hot chick!

ME: (laughing) Thank you… So, what are you going to do?

YASMEEN: I honestly don’t know…

Dinner at Atmosphere!

Dinner at Atmosphere!

Can't let him go...

Can’t let him go…

Shout out to ”Zahra, Happy Belated birthday Zazoo! From your lovable huggable cousins Tass and Huss xxx”

To my Munchkins & Minions…

To my dear Munchkins & Minions,

So I have quite a feeeeew things that I need to inform you guys about! For all of you that don’t know,  I’m going on a break! (And that is not negotiable so no arguments) I need a foot massage! I need chocolate crepe’s! I need my own pair of Loubie’s but most importantly, I need a detox from Diary of a Dubain! This isn’t because I don’t enjoy writing, but more because I need to sort out my upside down life and get it back together! Seriously, if you guys walked into my room right now, the state of it #shocking :?

So here are the key points of this long bayaan…

1. Hold your horses, Part 90 comes out on Sunday (In Sha Allah)

2. DOAD will resume on the 20th of February (I KNOW! 1 WHOLE MONTH :o )

3. I might (emphasis on ‘might’) post once a week during my break and that is IF (emphasis on ‘IF’) I get time!

4. I have decided from season 4 onwards, I will be posting every second day. I’m sorry, I wont be able to post daily :(

So for people out there that continuously ask ‘when’s the next post?’  ;) look at the date….. count 2 days ahead…. BINGO :D Unless I say otherwise, posts will come out every second day!

Now onto some other stuff… How do you guys feel about a competition :? Because…. you see….I have created this whole DOAD family, from the Bobat’s to the Raheem’s and the Akoojee’s etc etc etc. The problem is,  that I even sometimes get confused! I end up forgetting names and relations between characters, and if the author herself is confused, imagine how confuzzled some readers might be?!?! :P  Soooo, I have come up with this totally random idea to solve this problemo….

A FAMILY TREE!

IF any of you readers have spare time and don’t mind re-reading DOAD from part 1,  I would really really really love and appreciate if you could create a family tree of the DOAD characters!! I’m making it a competition and the winner will get his/her family tree posted on the DOAD wordpress website, as well as have a private screening of Part 91 a week before it comes out :D So get your pens moving! And please try to make it eye vibrant, interesting and unique! You will probably have to re-read DOAD from chapter 1 to make sure you don’t miss out any characters ;) But hey, if you’re a dedicated fan, that won’t be a problem!

There will be a a long list of blogs that I will be posting soon. If any bloggers out there would like their link to be on the list, they can send it through to me!

Much Love  *hugs and kisses*

Don’t miss me too much ;)

DubainGirl  xoxo

Minions  ♥

Minions ♥

Shout out to Aamira  ”Happy birthday to Aamira Arbi!!! May Allah grant you many many more happy ones :P big girl now huh :P love you lots!  Madeeha ♡ ” 

Part 89 – The Tennis Showdown

EEEEP! THE SECOND LAST POST OF SEASON 3 :O For all of you out there that are back at school, hope it wasn’t tres tres horrible! *big hugs* Stay tuned, a post will soon come out explaining my ‘break’ and all other questions you guys might have! :D Enjoy Part 89! Much Love DOAD ♥ xoxo 

IDIOTS

IDIOTS ♥

Neeeeeed.Foooood :(

Neeeeeed.Foooood :(

‘Yasmeeeen! Come on now! We going to be late!’

The sound of my mother screaming rang all the way upstairs, through the passage and into my room! I got up in a fright! I looked at the time. Fudge! It was 6:50! That meant I had 10 minutes to get ready and 5 minutes to eat!  HELLOW?! I could NOT get ready in a mere 600 seconds!! That was not on. I scrambled out from under the comfort of my covers only for my feet to touch the cold icy marble floors! God, this winter in Dubai kept getting weirder and weirder! I wouldn’t be surprised if it ended up snowing! I put on my fluffy white slippers and went to the bathroom to now perform a sped up version of my morning bathroom routine! And believe me when I say it was sped up I mean seriously, I was going at the speed of light! 7 minutes later I emerged from the bathroom, my skin moisturised, teeth brushed, and face glowing. (pff, I wish) Now for my hair! This was easy! #TheEasyLifeOfAHijabi! I brushed through my hair till it was knot free, tied it up into a bun then put my scarf on, making it sit with perfection! I got downstairs just in time to eat my toast only to be hurried up by Armaan and my frantic mother!

MUM: Oh would you hurry up Yas! Who asked you to stay up till so late with the Bobats?!

ME: Mummy! My days with them are limited! I’m just making the mosy of it!

MUM: I don’t care! School comes first now hurry up!

After gobbling down my toast I was ushered into the car…

ARMAAN: I call dibbs on sitting in the front!

ME: Does it look like I care? (climbing into the back)

MUM: Yasmeen stop being so rude!

ME: Me?! I was just being honest! I really do not care about the front. Its just a seat!

ARMAAN: Aww is that why you soo moody?!

I swatted Armaan on the head with my school book while he complained to my mother about me! Brothers! They could be SO annoying sometimes! It’s like, you’re going to grow up and be an old man and one day when someone annoys you, what are you going to do?! Call your mother?!?! I think NOT! Armaan should be thanking me for all the annoying things I do to him! I’m toughening him up for the harder challenges to come his way.

We got to school 15 minutes early!! God, these people! I could’ve spent an extra 5 minutes applying my concealer but instead I was going bare faced today! Argh! Oh well maybe natural would be good for me… Yeah Right! I probably looked like a hot mess with the bags under my eyes! Ohwell! That’s what I get for staying up late!

The past few days I had been up watching series. Call me crazy, but I was seriously behind on every single one of the shows I watched so shoot me if I wanted some entertainment after my hard day or working in and out of school! I would have been using my time wisely if the Bobats were in town, but they left a few days ago to go to Abu Dhabi. Haaj told me to come with but… My mother!!!

MUM: No! You missed enough school when Fatimah was around!

ME: Mummy its just 3 days!

MUM: Eh! We paying for your education! Everyday you miss is a waste of our money. What you think money grows on tree’s?!

ME: Fine! God, I’ll go to school…..

I hated arguing with her! I don’t even know why I bother! She always won in our arguments so then again I don’t know what’s the point in bringing stuff up!

As I unpacked my school bag, my phone vibrated. Nuha was sending me snapchats of all of them on the beach with these stupid titles ‘jeaaaaloooous ;)’ and ‘hoows school :D’. Is that a trick question?! Cause after my awkward encounter with Zaheer, Nuha should know I wasn’t looking forward to school.  At all. Lucky for me, I didn’t have english today! Instead I had p.e.! Joy! Me and sports have been at an all time low recently! This Dubai air makes you very lazy!

My day went as normal but I had noticed that the Ameen sisters weren’t in school, which meant they were probably still in SA! Maybe they could bring me some south african sweets when they came! I was running out of Jelly Tots and our Nik Naks were almost finished… What can I say? Instead of boys, I was filling up my self with all the junk food I could! And this way I was eating away my lonesome days instead of choosing to still hurt over the fact that I was, for once, single. Yes yes, Yasmeen Raheem was single! Everyone around me was happily in love

Fatimah & Zayaan = Fayaan

Haaj & Yusuf  =  Haajsuf

Nuha & Omar = Nomar

And finally Yasmin and Uzair ….. It’s painful to even THINK of making up a pet name for them, so I’ll leave it to your imagination to come up with a couple name for them. So as you can see it’s me and my food against the world! And currently, food was letting me down. It was lunch and I opened my bag to realise….

I FORGOT MY LUNCH!

Oh crappity crap crap crap! In ALL the rush and franticness this morning, I forgot to take my lunch! My stomach was grumbling loooads by now! I hadn’t eaten anything for the first break and now, I was going to have to starve my self till I got home. Sigh. My day was going from bad to worse. And as if more problems wanted to be thrown my way, a teacher walked into the class during Lunch…

TEACHER: Sorry, I need to use this classroom for a meeting. Could you find somewhere else to work?

I looked at my ‘work’ on my screen. I was in actual fact, not doing work but rather just procrastinating one way on tumblr and twitter.

ME: Umm, sure Miss.

I got up out of my seat and thought of where I should go. The library? The salaah room? I would’ve normally gone by Saffiya but she wasn’t even in the country! Sooo the only other option where I could spend my lunch with normal people,(Tariq and Camila) was to go outside. I hadn’t spoken to Tar all day! For some reason his head had always been down whenever I walked past him. And Camz told me during Arabic that she wished I would come down more often so…. I guess I was going to make her wish come true. With no food, and just my bare face and growling tummmy, I made my way downstairs. The first face I was met with when I tuned the corner was Zaheer’s. He had seen me coming through the glass window so he was looking me right in the eye with an unreadable expression.

CAMILA: Yass! Finally! God, its about time you stop being cooped up in that class!

ME: Shush you! I was thinking more along the lines of me being a vampire… You know, away from the sun and everything.

CAMILA: (laughing) Naa, you can’t be a vampire. You gotta be pretty for that (nudging me)

ME: Oh shut up (laughing) Sooo……

CAMILA: So what?

ME: Ismaeel?

CAMILA (shrugging her shoulders) We friends. I don’t want to get in trouble.

ZAHEER: (pulling up a chair and talking to us) Who’s this?

ME: Who’s what?

ZAHEER: This guy you’re talking about?

CAMILA: Ismaeel, my ex

Zaheer looked at me. He had met Ismaeel a few nights before at my house.

ZAHEER: Wait, nooo! She’s talking about Ismaeel, as in Bobat?

ME: Yepp!

ZAHEER: You two dated?!

CAMILA: Wait, how do YOU know him?!

ZAHEER: Met him at Yasmeen’s house one night.

CAMILA: Ooooo! Dinner at Yasmeen’s (nudging me)

I looked at Camila with the absolute BIGGEST daggers my eyes could possibly give her…

ME: Anywaaaay! How was your holiday Camz?

CAMILA: It was soo nice! My aunty and them came so we went dune bashing and went shopping and it was really nice!

We carried on talking, and somehow I seemed to be at ease with Zaheer and Camila. Camila told us about her crazy famiy fun time. Zaheer spoke about his trip to Zanzibar. I lie… he COMPLAINED about his trip more than anything

ZAHEER: And get this, there was a beach… and you weren’t allowed to swim!!

ME: Well that’s just retarded!

ZAHEER: I know! So we just sat there doing basically nothing for a week in Africa.. And don’t even get me started on the insects

CAMILA: (laughing) Rich boy can’t handle the great outdoors?!

ME: Too used to the comfort of the palm and the beach on his doorstep! Why would you even go on holiday if You have a beach?!

ZAHEER: It’s SO cold here! You want me to freeze to death in the sea….

ME: Yes pleeease

ZAHEER: Heartless

ME: Learnt from the best

And then we both just burst out laughing! I looked around at the rest of the circle. Lia ws busy dacing to some song she had playing on her laptop and I realised, when was the last time I even listened to music? Zainab and Ashley were busy drawing into their art books, but one person was looking at me, looking right at me. Tariq. He didn’t look mad, but he certainly wasn’t happy. In fact he looked like he was smirking, a sneaky smirk that for some reason sent shivers up my spine. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows as if to ask ‘whats wrong?’ He just nodded his head in disagreement. Oh well! I had a lot of terrible moments today, and I would deal with facial expression smirking Tariq later on. I zoned back into the conversation and saw that Laila had joined us

ME: Lailoooo!!! My dollie I haven’t seen you in ages (hugging her)

LAILA: (laughing) I’m your dollie now!?

ME: You were always my dollie! I just made it totes official right now!

LAILA: Where you been hibernating anyway?

ME: Jusssssst been busy. (avoiding eye contact) With stuff

LAILA: Well I’m glad you back! This Zaheer has been causing so much trouble here…

ME: Trouble… Hmm… do I even want to know

ZAHEER: Me?! Trouble?! Pa-leeez!

ME: Don’t ever say ‘pa-leez’! I will start questioning how straight you are!

And then, the bell went to sound the end of lunch! I made my way to my class, took my P.E. bag and everything else, then made my way downstairs. I was walking down the hallway on my own when I could hear someone calling my name

LAILA: Yasss! Yasmeeeeeen!

ME: (turning around) Lailooo!

And Zaheer. You see, Laila and Zaheer were in the same form class so they walked to classes together all the time. I won’t lie, I kind of got jealous, but hey, he wasn’t mine so I couldn’t get jealous!

LAILA: Ready to kick butt in tennis?!

ME: Wait, WHAT?! Tennis (laughing) The last time I played tennis I was like… 7…. 8….. maybe 9!  I don’t remember.

ZAHEER: That memory of yours?! (wink) What do you remember

ME: I remember quite a bit Mr.Mohammed…

We got to the changing rooms, Laila and I went into  the girls and Zaheer went into the boys. But just as Laila walked into the change room,s Zaheer tapped me on my shoulder

ME: Yeah?

ZAHEER: Do me favour please

ME: Yeah?

ZAHEER: (taking off his watch) Keep my watch please. The last time I brought it to school I lost it… and this ones new an-

I took the watch from his hand.

ME: No problem Zah. Just remind me to give it back to you at the end of the day.

And then I walked into the change room. Well THAT was weird!!!

The school P.E. kit consisted of these ugly white top and an even uglier pair of green shorts! Lucky for me… I WAS IN SIXTH FORM! We could wear black shorts but since I covered up, I wore tights and my own top. I put some sunblock on then made my way outside to the tennis courts. So Laila was right. We we’re going to play tennis. We warmed up for a while, doing high knee’s, butt kicks’s… MY FITNESS LEVEL HAD GONE SO BAD!!  I was panting and out of breath!

TEACHER: Right guys! Partner with someone that’s not of the same atheltic ability. Feed the ball to them and after 10 go’s you swap over.

I looked at Laila and we burst out laughing! She and I were both just as bad at sports so we couldn’t go with each other. Some other girl took Laila as a partner and I…..

was left….

ALONE!

TEACHER: Who doesn’t have a partner?

I stepped forward only to find that another girl stepped forward as well. I looked to my right and saw it was Ashley.

OH BLOODY JOY!

We were partnered up and had to play tennis together!At first I was hesitant. Tennis wasn’t really her strong point… I could tell! (she missed a few times and kept hitting it too much to the left. Hello! I was standing in the middle) But after a while I remembered how she would just prance around school as Zaheer’s arm candy and I STARTED WHACKING IT! I hit the ball in all directions with force so that she would have to run around and get it! (evil laugh: mwahahahaha) I felt like Federer on the court!

Then she started doing the same! With less force, but I still had to run all over the court chasing after that stupid tennis ball! By the end of that tennis session we were out of breath and panting. As two players would normally shake hands after a match, we did the same.

But I beat her! I whipped her butt and won 3 matches! BOO YA KA! BAM! BA DA BING! BA DA BOOM!

I got changed in a record time and made my way outside only to bump into Zaheer

ME: Heeey!

ZAHEER: Ello! Which way you walking out?

ME: Umm… through the back. Drivers picking me up today.

ZAHEER: Aaaah, okay well I’m also walking out the back

ME: Want your watch back?

ZAHEER: Naa, I’ll take it from you just now. It suits you

We walked a little while until we passed the water fountain where I stopped to have a drink. I really did wonder if Zaheer was truly trying or if he was just messing with me. So I decided once again to just blank him and see how he reacts…

ZAHEER: Yasmeen?

Yazz

ME: Don’t call me Yaz!

ZAHEER: Err, okay

ME: God, everyone else can’t pronounce my name as it is, and you know how to say Yas so why would you even say Yaz

ZAHEER: Okay okay! I’m sorry God!

I just rolled my eyes.

ME: (unclipping his watch) Here, here’s your watch!

ZAHEER: No wait, wait a  second.

He walked up to me and while the watch was hanging loosely from my hand he clicked a button.

ZAHEER: Look

ME: (looking at the watch) What?

He clicked another button.

ZAHEER: Now look.

I looked. He pressed a button that revealed the date today. It was…. It was…. It was our anniversary. Well, the date of would have been our 5 month anniversary! I looked at that date. I just stared at it. I let the numbers burn a hole through my heart! Well, it felt like that!

ZAHEER: Yasmeen…

ME: Zah, no! You and ashley and all that crap

ZAHEER: Nothing happened between us! Nothing! You can even go ask her!

I took off the watch and gave it to him

ZAHEER: Yasmeen, go ask Ashley. Tell her I said she should tell you…

ME: Tell me? Tell me what?

ZAHEER: Ask her.

He took his watch, but instead of putting it on, he placed it in the palm of my hand, closed my fingers over it and walked away.

WHAT WAS IT WITH ZAHEER MOHAMED AND WALKING AWAY?!?!

FEDERER ♥

FEDERER ♥

Wearing his watch...

Wearing his watch…

Shout out to ”All of ya’ll that are back at schooooool!! :D Hope you not hating on your textbooks and teachers already :P  Much Love, from Ms. Authorness herself!”

Part 88 – Painful Goodbye’s

HOLA MAMA CHICKA’S! SO I AM TRES TRES SORRY FOR THE DELAY! Got caught up with….. LIFE! Enjoy Part 88… One post closer to the end of season 3 ;) Much Love DOAD  ♥ xoxo

Icing Cupcakes aka Therapy

Icing Cupcakes aka Therapy

Aaliyah's Pink Horse  ♥

Aaliyah’s Pink Horse ♥

It was a Monday morning, the morning that the Akoojee’s were leaving. The morning that I just wanted to cry and cry and cry. The night before had been wonderful! My mother surprised me when I got home with Uzair, as she had invited EVERYONE for supper. Like everyone! All the Bobat’s (which totalled up to a big number) and the Akoojee’s, and a few other people were coming for tea later on. After our little dmc at Knights bridge café, Uzair and I were going through the motions of things being…quite awkward. For some reason he decided that after I gave my blessing for him and Yasmin, he was just going to not talk about or think about it at all. He avoided eye contact with me because every time I would look at him I would just say the name ‘Yasmin’ or even ‘Laher’ and he would blush a scarlet shade of red! God, it REALLY was that funny! And I did appreciate the fact that he had the decency to let me know where I stand.

Was I hurt? Nope!

Did he deserve this girl? Hell yeah!

She was gorgeous and sweet and nice, and maybe this was good for us. I said ‘maybe’! At the end of the day I couldn’t plan ahead and I had no idea what was in store for us. All I did know was that, MY LIFE WAS BECOMING TOO BOY OBSESSED! Normally I would have Fatimah on my case telling me I was obsessing over boys, but now she her self was busy obsessing, not only over a boy but she had bigger problems. She was planning a wedding that was happening I like…… 4 MONTHS! She had her future to think about and, me? Here I was obsessing over the useless stuff when there were people starving in Africa! And children dying in Palestine! And I needed to do something crazy! Like, like jump out of a plane and go sky diving.

Jokes, I am seriously SO scared of heights it’s not even funny! But I wanted to do something fun! Something with no boys! Something that might just get my mind off boys and put my mind into some use. So when I got home to find Nuha and Fatimah there, I dragged them off to the kitchen.

ME: Right! We’re baking!

NUHA: Excuse me! What?!

FATIMAH: Yeah, I thought you dragged us into the kitchen to tell us whats up with you and Uzzi??

ME: Whats up with me and Uzzi?

NUHA: Yeah I’m also noticing the….err….. weirdness between you two?

I looked at both of them and just started laughing!

ME: You see, THIS I why we’re baking! I am becoming way TOO boy obsessed!!

FATIMAH: And that’s bad for your health babe!

ME: It is! So I want to get my mind off things and do something productive…

NUHA: Ugh! This sounds like effort!

ME: (rolling my eyes) Oi! You’ve been shopping all week! Time to do some actual work!

NUHA: Work? I’m on holiday you jealous bum! (giving me a hug) Now where does the flour stay?

ME: Flour?

NUHA: We’re baking aren’t we!

So for the next hour Nuha, Fatimah and I messed up the kitchen completely baking the fabulously delicious yet kinda boring Hummingbird cupcakes. I said I was up to bake, I didn’t say I was going to go bake a hectic batch of hard to make cupcakes. The first batch, we over beat it. The second batch, we all went to watch the boys play FIFA and left it in the oven for too long. So 45 minutes later, and after 2 unsuccessful batches of cucakes, we finally beat it for the right amount of time and remembered to take the cupcakes out! Fati and Nuha were reading salaah, so I quickly stuck a toothpick into the cupcake, it came out clean! Just as I was taking out the one tray from the oven, Uzair walked into the kithen. I was about to drop the HOT tray, realising that I wasn’t even wearing gloves (stupid me) When Uzair quickly grabbed a towel and caught the falling tray…

ME: (breathing heavily) Oh my god!

UZAIR: Real clutz you are!

ME: Oh keep quiet!

…..

Sooooo you talking to me?

UZAIR: Don’t be like that.

ME: It’s true! All of a sudden you just don’t want to know me after our little ‘laher’ conversation!

UZAIR: Cause you wont drop it!

ME: I just found out that ‘Uz Uz’ is in love an-

UZAIR: Don’t call me Uz Uz!

ME: (Raising my eyebrows) Oh my god! You REALLY do love her?!

UZAIR: Stop saying that…

ME: Don’t you get it Uzair! It’s like Zaheer and me! You only let Yasmin call you ‘Uz Uz’ just how Zaheer only lets me call him ‘Zah’.

UZAIR: Yeah, and where’s Zaheer now huh? (looking annoyed)

That stung! I won’t lie, his comment hurt. Lucky he had put down the hot tray of cupcakes otherwise he would’ve either thrown it across the room in anger, or I would’ve thrown hot cupcakes at him. He ran his fingers through his hair while I propped myself onto the kitchen counter. He walked over to me and took my hands into his hands. I pulled my hands away and folded my arms.

ME: No Uzair. Just no

UZAIR: Why not? Now why you’re being funny?

ME: I’m not being funny… I just know that now you have a chance at having a PROPER girlfriend! Excluding Yumna, you haven’t dated a girl after us.

UZAIR: (sighing) Okay, so I love Yasmin. Happy! It’s just, she’s moving to Joburg, not Durban.

ME: So? You were willing to date me! And I was living on another continent! At least Joburg is only an hour away.

UZAIR: And you think my mother will let me waste money on a flight every weekend to go see my girlfriend!

ME: (nudging him) Ooo la la! Your girlfriend (wink) Well, you’ll have the money so might as well waste it! (wink)

UZAIR: Yasmeen!

ME: Uzair!

UZAIR: We been doing a lot of name calling recently….

……

I’m going to tell you something.

ME: Okay

He took my hands into his and this time I didn’t pull them away

UZAIR: My….. I…. Yasmin’s mother and my… my mother, they use to be best friends. Okay, and then Aunty Farhana-

ME: Correction, it’s just Farhana… Can’t call your new mother in law AUNTY farhana! She’ll shoot you (wink)

Uzai gave me big eyes and daggered them straight at me. I quickly kept quiet and tried not to laugh.

UZAIR: AUNTY Farhana, she was never like that. Like this. She didn’t even want to move to America initially, but then she did! And over the years she changed…. My mother distanced her self from her. And thats why we kind of never ever spoke to them or met up with them in all these years…

ME: I get what you saying…….. Yasmin does seem very different compared to her mother.

UZAIR: Yeah, so it’s like IF  date her, I also will basically be with her family, and as you’ve seen Farhana would actually want me to date her daughter

 

I just swallowed. This wasn’t awkward, but this stage was more painful, admitting that as the days went by there was less and less of a chance of us being together. But if you love someone, you let ‘em go! He did that for me, it was my turn to let go!

ME: You mean, she wouldn’t freak out like how my mother would?

UZAIR: Yeah! Your mother is chilled, but holy and so funny! And she cares and you know she cares.

ME: Err, did she pay you to tell me all of this? (smiling)

UZAIR: Shush you! You know it, your mother is amazingly cool!

ME: STOP CONFUSING EVERYTHING! JUST GO DATE YASMIN! At this rate, she’ll find one hot rich arab and they’ll go riding into the sunset on a camel. SO YALLAH YOUR BUTT! Phone her! Tell her you love her

Okay, don’t tell her you love her RIGHT NOW! But you get my point! Juts go! I’ve got cupcakes to ice….

I dont know why I started getting hyped up. Uzair was just being SO stupid! He was creating non existent problems when he could just go out there and get his girl. Uzair looked at me for a long time, he took my fingers and pressed them against his lips. I sighed and realised this could be the last time I ever felt Uzair kiss me.

UZAIR: You’re a star Yasmeen, you know that? And I don’t know if any guy will ever be good enough to deserve you

ME: Oh spare me the pity Bobat (smiling light heartedly)

He leaned up kissed me on my forehead gave me a half a smile and walked out of the kitchen to leave me alone with my cupcakes. All around me I could hear the ladies chatting, and cooking and setting the table and eating and having a good time. Even Zayaan got his cousins to help out with supper. Zayaan was preparing him self for his soon to be ‘hubby lifetyle’! All around me everyone was having a good time, and me?? I was in the kitchen with an icing bag in my hand icing cupcakes at the pace of a snail! I was taking my time, caught up in my own thoughts I took this time to self reflect.

He was moving on. That was life. It was all about change. We had been evolving and changing a LOT! Of course it’s not like we stopped caring about each other, but Uzair was going to soon not be single any more. And this time around it was different, because this time I couldn’t fault his future girlfriend. Sure Yasmin Laher had a crazy mother! But she was a nice girl, a very good match for Uzair and if she made him happy, then I guess that made me happy. I kept on breathing, the whole time while I was icing those darn vanilla cupcakes, I just kept on breathing. My mother offered to me help me I refused her help

Nuha came to call me to tell me everyone was on the table eating, I told her I wasn’t hungry. (I lied, my stomach was growling)

Zayaan even came and told me to sit down as he had finished eating, I just ignored the people that spoke to me! I finished icing half a dozen cupcakes when I took a small break to get  a glass of water. Then, the door bell rang.

MUM: Yasss! Get the door please

ME: ARMAAAN! I’m busy you get the door!

Yes guys, I was moody, I wanted to be alone and NO I was not depressed! I was simply having a little ‘me’ time. But lately I had been having an awful lot of me time. I was so engrossed in icing my cupcakes that I didn’t realise someone else was in the kitchen with me. I only realised I wasn’t alone when I saw a figure come stand next to me, holding another icing bag. Their hands picked up a cupcake and very eloquently began to ice it. I knew those hands. And as I kept my gaze down at the cupcake, I could see the shoes the person behind me was wearing. I knew those shoes. And then the painful memories of the ‘Loubie Couple’ rushed back at me. Zaheer was standing there. I wanted to turn around but I froze, mid way through icing the cupcake, I just stopped! I willed my self to continue to pretend that I was ALONE, and ENGROSSED in icing my cupcake, but truth be told, I wasn’t alone and I no longer was engrossed in icing my cupcake. Just then someone else walked into the kitchen holding plates and cups that were causing a racket

It was Nuha.

She took one look at Zaheer and I. I have no idea WHAT it must have looked like from her point of view but I begged her telepathically to STAY, or make up some excuse to get him out of there or…. But since she was Nuha, she wasn’t bright enough to understand my BIG eyes and desperate facial expression! So instead she left the plates and rushed out of the kitchen

I was really going to murder her after this awkward  situation….

ZAHEER: So, cupcakes?

ME: Hmm, yeah cupcakes (icing the cupcake I was holding in my hand)

ZAHEER: Is it for a party? Or you made just like that (Placing down the decorated cupcake)

ME: Just like that.

……

….

……

ZAHEER: Yasmeen, I’m trying. I really am.

ME: Trying for what? Trying to talk to me? Trying to communicate? Cause Zah what is the point?!

ZAHEER: (looking at his shoes) I’m just trying.

ME: Well try harder (walking away)

I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at him

ME: In fact, maybe you shouldn’t even try at all!

I was SO freaking mad! He wanted to talk now!?! Well he could go die in a hole for all I care.

Well I lie. I cared TOO MUCH. I wanted him alive, but I wanted him to die. I wanted him close to me but I didn’t want him spekaing to me. I didn’t know whether I loved him or not, but I sure as hell still had feelings for him. I was jealous, but he wasn’t even mine! I slumped onto a chair and looked around and realised Aunty Raeesa Aaliya and Uncle Ahmed were there…

AALIYAH: Yasmeeeeeeeeeeen! (running up to me)

ME: Aaaaliyah! Oh my word, have you grown in the past month sweetie?!

AALIYAH: I’m getting taller! So I can be tall like you!

Bless, she was SO cute! (mashallah)

ME: Me? Tall, Aalz, I am so short! So hows school?

AALIYAH: Eugh! School is sooo boring! I started doing horse riding lessons!

ME: Horse riding! Thats nice. Doesn’t your bum hurt though?

AALIYAH: (laughing) Silly, you supposed to lift your bum up and down up and down…

ME: Up and down up and down (laughing) So is your father buying you a horse now?

UNCLE AHMED: Don’t give her any idea’s Yasmeen (smiling) Just now she’ll start bugging my brains!

AALIYAH: I want a pink horsie daddy!

The night carried on like this with funny banter and laughter. Zaheer somehow ended up chilling with Ismaeel and Ridwaan who were funnily enough, actually nice to him. I’m glad they kept him away from the supper table. I would not have survived the night if he was there….

And then came the good byes. Lord the good byes to my Yusuf! And Zain! And my absolute babe of a best friend Fati Pataati! They stayed at our house till quite late and when they eventually did leave, the goodbyes were painful…

ME: You better not forget me! (hugging her)

FATIMAH: You said that last time   (hugging me back)

ME: So I’m re-inforcing the law. YOU CAN NOT FORGET ME FATOO!

FATIMAH: I PINKY PROMISE I WON’T!!!

We sat there half laughing half crying!

ME: And you have to include me in EVERY single decision for your wedding!

FATIMAH: (laughing) It all changed for me now…. isn’t?

ME: I want to tell you no, that nothing will change, but yes Baaabe! You going to be a Bobat! And lucky you, his family is normal! And amazingly nice and sweet!

FATIMAH: Yes yes! I’m marrying the whole Bobat Clan

…..

But am I doing the right thing?

ME: You doing the holy thing. And I guess that means you doing the right thing.

FATIMAH: (sighing) Well good! You’re half of me babe! So your approval means the world to me (hugging me) And yes ! I give you full responsibility to pick the tissues out for the wedding!

ME: (laughing) Lucky me I get stuck with tissue duty!

We made some other random wedding jokes then I moved onto make salaam to Fati’s parents.

ME: Aunty Zaheeeeera! Im going to miss you guys WAY TOO MUCH!

AUNTY Zaheera: We’ll see you’ll soon enough! April isn’t so far away

YUSUF: Its just a shame you’ll going to miss the angeagment.

ME: Don’t remind me! (hugging Yusuf) Keep Haajo close to your heart Yusuf! She’s a lucky girl!

YUSUF: Don’t be a stranger! I also have skype (hugging me back)

ME: And Zainoooo! Baba you need to stop growing! (picking him up and hugging him)

ZAIN: Yathooo Im gowing to mith you.

ME: (Laughing) Gimme a hug my baby!

We hugged, I teared just a little bit, hugged Fatimah one last time then watched them get into the taxi and drive away. Sigh.

Letting Uzair Go

Letting Uzair Go

Till we meet again...

Till we meet again…

Shout out to ”Ammaarah, Happy Birthday to the worlds greatest friend, Ammaarah. We love you lots from Rumaanah, Leyya and Zaakirah”

Part 87 – Back at School

(Please attempt to read this with a THICK texas accent)

Hey ya’ll cowgirls and cowboys! :P Hope you been wrapping up ya’ll holidays and n’joooyin the last feew days of relaxaation!! Here is ya’ll 87th post! :D Hope ya’ll enjooy it. Much Love DOAD ❤ xoxo

Zaheer </3

Zaheer

Do you have any idea how hard it is to see your ex on a daily basis? I thought I would be over it but clearly I wasn’t! I mean, for some reason, on the first day back at school after the winter break, he was just unavoidable! He just so happened to walk into school at approximately the same time I did, which was awkward to say the least. I looked down and counted my steps all the way till I got to my classroom. Well at least he was wasn’t barging into my class any more. Everyone was hugging cheering and laughing, telling each other stories of their holidays. Lia ran up to me and gave me a hug!

LIA: Yazz! Heey! How was your winter break?

ME: It was good! I was so busy running around. We have family down so I’ve been very busy shopping.  What about you? Did you go anywhere?

LIA: We were in Dubai as well. We had some family friends down so we were busy entertaining. The malls are SO busy! Oh my god! We went there last week and it was ridiculous!

ME: I know right-

Just as I was about to continue speaking, Zaheer walked into the class. But instead of going over to Ashley, who was sitting at her desk, he walked to Lia and I. I caught his glance and for a brief moment we shared some awkward eye contact. I looked away…

ZAHEER: Hey Lia, Ms. Cooper  was looking for you.

LIA: Oh shoot! I was supposed to see her. (Turning to me) I’ll see you later in Maths Yaz!

And she left. God this was really getting awkward now! I started to unpack my pencil case as I had always done every morning and this time I focused on counting my heart beat. Zaheer was just standing there and my heart was beating really fast. I lost count and just tried to clear my mind…

ZAHEER: Yasmeen, hello?

ME: Hmm?

ZAHEER: I asked how was your break?

ME: Oh. It was nice. (Swallowing the lump in my throat) I was… Very busy

ZAHEER: (smiling) Busy entertaining?

ME: Yeah…

ZAHEER: So I heard Fatimah’s getting married?

ME: Yes, she is. News travels fast hey.

ZAHEER: My mother told me so that’s how I know…

I just gave him this phony over exaggerated smile and watched as his gaze travelled over to where Ashley was sitting. I thought he was going to walk over and plop him self in my seat, but instead he walked towards the door, leaving my class. But before he left he turned around and said

ZAHEER: See you ’round Yasmeen

And he was gone. Well THAT was by far the weirdest 1 minute encounter I had ever had! Since when were Zaheer and I even on speaking terms?! He thinks he can just barge in and make chit chat and forget what happened, well no siree! I was not that easy! Of course I wasn’t one to hold grudges, but that boy had to earn the right to even speak to me! And no, It’s not like I think I’m the queen of Sheba! It’s just, I wanted him to earn it!
The day progressed as normal. I had all my lessons. And the lessons that I had Ashley in, I always found that she would be looking at me, as if waiting for me to ask her something or as if she was wanting to tell me something. I pulled through the whole day, including lunch! That part was easy! Instead of going to sit with the paki crew, I just sat in the class catching up on series I had missed during the past 2 weeks. But then… Came the lesson… I dreaded the most…

English!

Oh god oh god! I really was NOT going to enjoy this! I walked in, predicting that Zaheer would be sitting with Lia and Ashley. I was right! Mustafa was away so there was a spare seat. But what happened next shocked me…

Ms. Breeze my English teacher, said we’d be doing group work and that I should sit where Mustafa would normally sit, which was next to Zaheer!! Lucky for me, Zaheer moved his chair up so that I had PLENTY of personal space. And when I say plenty, I mean plenty! It was as if I was sitting on my own, across the table  from a squished Ashley, Lia and Zaheer. I didn’t mind

I lie

I did mind, a LOT!

They sat there speaking the whole entire lesson! I tried to block out the conversation but eventually boredom overtook me and I slumped, put my head on the desk and opened my ears to hear them speak…

ASHLEY: He chucked the Starbucks cup into the water Lia!

LIA: Zeee!!! You’re the cause behind global warming!

ZAHEER: What can I say ladies, I try…

Eeeeeeugggggh! He made me sick!

ASHLEY: And it was so cute! Indian Dan and Zainab were walking together.

LIA: What is going on between those two?

ASHLEY: Zainab says she doesn’t like him, but that’s bull!

LIA: And what about Dan?

Zeee Do you know anything?

Hello earth to Zee?!

I looked up and wondered why Zaheer wasn’t replying to Lia. But when I looked up I was caught off guard. Zaheer was looking at me. I felt like his eyes were trying to talk to me, as if to ask what was wrong. But of course, he didn’t ask. Because if he asked me that, that would require him to care. And for Zaheer to care he would need a heart! And let’s face it, he didn’t have a heart! But he did speak to me…

ZAHEER: Your chest?

ME: My what?!?!?

ZAHEER: Your chest, it’s showing.

I looked down, and funnily enough my scarf had moved out of place so that a little bit of my skin was showing. I quickly rearranged my scarf to cover it

ME: Thanks

The rest of the lesson I kind of zoned down and started to focus on what had just happened.

Just because Zaheer pointed out that a little bit of my chest was showing doesn’t mean he cares. Or does it? If he didn’t care would he still have told me to cover up?? I came to the conclusion that Zah was a heartless little son of a COW (I lie his mother was a total angel, sweetest woman you’d ever meet) So then after discardig that theory, I moved onto thinking about how he was the black swan in his family. The odd one out. His family were all so nice, and kind and sweet. And he, the total opposite!  Could Zaheer be adopted? Cause he sure as hell was NOTHING like his family!  When we wanted to be, he would fake being nice and kind and sweet, but under all that sugar was something sour! Something so sour and cunning that for some reason I was letting it take up all of my time! As if to snap me out of my daydream, the bell rang! THANK goodness! The day was finally over. I sped out of that classroom as fast as I could onlty to collied into Tariq

TARIQ: Wooah, slow down!

ME: Hey! Hi! Sorry! Just want to get outta here

TARIQ: Hey hi to you to! And can I guess why you want to get out of here? (wink)

ME: I think we both know that you know the reason as to why I don’t want to stick around here! (rolling my eyes)

TARIQ: Drama queen! (laughing) Well on a scale of 1 to 10 how bad was your English lesson?

ME: Hmm….. I rate it an 11!

TARIQ: (twirling me around) Woppa! That means it was beyond amazing!

ME: Err no! It means it was beyond horrific! 10 means horrible, therefore 11 is even worse!

TARIQ: Whatever you say Yasmeen, whatever you say!

ME: Hey! You just said my name correctly!

TARIQ (laughing) Seriously, that’s all you care about… (wink) I’ll see you tomorrow!

ME: Byeee

I got my bags, shoved my books inside and sped out of the school doors in no time! I looked around for my mothers car but it was no where to be seen. She wasn’t in her usual place, she wasn’t in the parking lot, or the pavement. And when I tried phoning her, her phone was switched off! Well this was just great! Just as I was about to walk the length of the car park again to try and find her car, a taxi pulled up on the side of the road and…. get this, Uzair was inside of it!

UZAIR: Yasmeen!

ME: Uzzi? What you doing here?

UZAIR: Your mother was busy with my mother taking her cloak shopping. She sent me to pick you up.

ME: In a taxi? Where’s the horse carriage?

UZAIR: Would you please just get in the car (smiling)

ME: Geez! Moody Mc’moody!

I got in and Uzair got in after me. I gave the driver directions for home but Uzair stopped me

UZAIR: No, we have lunch plans

ME: We?

UZAIR: You and me. Knights bridge Cafe. Your mother made the reservation.

ME: And why would she do that?

UZAIR: (sighing) Because I asked her to. (turning to me) I’m sorry I’m snapping, it’s just, you going to be at school for the rest of the week. I’m leaving in a few days and I just want today to be you and  me.

ME:  Okay, well you have me now so can you cut back on being snappy?

UZAIR: Sorry. So anyway, how was school?

ME: (looking at him) Seriousy Uzzi…… (laughing) You sound like my mother!! (laughing again)  ‘how was school’ LOL!

UZAIR: (running his fingers through his hair) What else I must ask you?

He had this nervous expression on his face and it kind of scared me because Uzair is always calm and composed, never a nervous wreck….except……except for yesterday at the mall! That was the only time he was jittery and that…that was because of that Yasmin chick!

ME: OH MY GOD! You’re nervous!!

UZAIR: Nervous?!? Me?!??! Pa-leeeez!

ME: Yes! Yes you are! And I have a feeling its aaaaall to do with that Yasmin girl!

UZAIR: (his cheeks flushing a shade of red) Noooo

ME: Uzzzi, baby! You’re in LOVE!

UZAIR: Yes, I am. WITH FOOD!

ME: No no no! You’re in love with this Yasmin chick! In fact…. (smiling a sneaky smile) I think you love her more than me!

UZAIR: Yasmeen, we will discuss this later! The poor taxi driver will get a headache.

I just laughed! Yesterday after I had left the two ‘love birds’ together and after my many hours of shopping with Fatimah, Nuha and Haaj, Uzair finally resurfaced outside our meeting point, Patchi, only he wasn’t alone. He brought Yasmin as well! And to be honest, OF COURSE I didn’t mind! Those two together were like two monkeys on steroids! Their childhood stories could keep you laughing for days! Yasmin knew almost everyone there since she was pretty clued up with the Bobats, but a quick intro was done between Yusuf, Fatimah, Armaan and Yasmin. She was sweet, a very nice girl, very jolly! But I also got the vibe she was nothing like her mother.

Anyway, after our short car ride to Knights bridge cafe, Uzair and I got off, paid the driver and walked into a very smart cafe that was made of glass. Like literally, two thirds of the exterior was all glass instead of windows which made it look so stylish! We were seated and given menus.

ME: Wooah! My mother has good taste!

UZAIR: Please, if it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t be here.  (wink)

ME: What to order what to order…. I want a chicken sandwich in that hot bread. Oooo! And get a platter of halloumi cheese! Ooooh and that drink looks really nice! No noo, on second thought I want a cafe latte!

UZAIR: (Sighing) Make up your mind!

We ordered a sandwich to share between the two of us, which looked tres tres fancy and amazingly delicious, a halloumi cheese platter, my cafe latte and Uzair had a cappuccino.

ME: Mmmmm….try this halloumi! IT. IS. HEAVENLY!

I fed Uzair a small piece of cheese with my fork. He was hesitant at first, but he reluctantly ate the halloumi off my fork.

ME: Hey, what’s up with you?

UZAIR: I need to talk to you

ME: Okay, so talk to me

UZAIR: It’s about Yasmin

ME: Wait, the other Yasmin (smiling)

UZAIR: Yeah… Now why you smiling like that?

ME: Smiling like what? (biting my lip to stop the smile from spreading) I hear wedding bells!

UZAIR: Yasmeeeen!

ME: Uzaaaaair! Shut up and just talk! What you want to tell me?

UZAIR: (rolling his eyes) Well little miss inquisitive, I just wanted to let you know….. I found her!

ME: (Taking a bite out of my sandwich) Found who?

UZAIR: I found her, the girl who is going to get me back into the dating game…

I smiled, I knew the answer before he even said it.

UZAIR: I think I like Yasmin

ME: (smiling) You’re wrong.

UZAIR: What? How could I be wrong

ME: Because I don’t think you like Yasmin….

I think you love her.

Chicken Sandwich  :)

Chicken Sandwich :)

Cafe Latte!!

Cafe Latte!!

Uzair’s intro: Yasmin Laher

THIS IS NOT PART 87! THIS is actually from Uzair’s point of view and will not be numbered :D A little background story into his mysterious childhood friend Yasmin Laher! Enjoy, Much Love DOAD ❤ xoxo

Soul Mates...

Soul Mates…

Yasmin. With an I. Yasmin Laher.

Where do I even begin with her? Well I’ll have to go back to the beginning. It’s complicated and messy and hardly anbody really remembers the past. My whole family tries to forget it, but if you’ll want to know how I met the amazing Yasmin Laher, well I’ll have to go back to the start…

You see, shukr,  right now we live very comfortable lives. As the children of the Bobat brothers and sisters, we’ve been surrounded by luxury and wealth because of the family business. One would think that all we’ve ever known are the comforts of today, the golden spoon we are fed with amongst other luxuries. Others can judge as us spoilt, or filthy rich! Or undeservingly wealthy, but let me let you in on a little secret… It wasn’t always like this!

There was a time when sweets and chocolate was a simple luxury on its own for me! Something my father would buy if he had a few cents to spare. My father always fulfilled our needs, but never the un-affordable wants. Like wanting to travel, wanting to provide my mother with all she has ever wanted, wanting to buy me toys like all the other children had. It wasn’t always like that either. My parents got married, nothing fancy, a simple wedding. Life was good, my father found a job and he was working. But then my Dada wanted to set up a family business, and so his children left their jobs to support their father in his decision. Was it a wise idea? At the time, no. My Dada became very sickly and passed away soon after the business started. It wasn’t successful at first. Like at all! The bobats had all put their life savings into the business and were trying really hard to make something of it. But one thing for sure, they didn’t give up. My father and uncles and aunties had patience and persevered through that time with the little they had.  I didn’t personally suffer. I was a young boy and I didn’t understand what it meant to have little or a lot, but if you compared the Bobat lifestyle from today to 15 years ago, you might as well say we were suffering!

It was before the business boomed. Before my father and his brothers finally got their big break! It was back in the day when we were… Somewhat just barely sticking to ‘average. Borderline of average and poor. It was around this time, 2 years after my Dada passed away, that Nuha was born. This was a blessing but also quite an issue. Nuha’s parents already had one mouth to feed, Zayaan, and my family had me to feed. But arrangements were made.

You see, Aunty Farhana and my mother were the best of friends all through out their schooling lives. From the time they were small girls, till matric, and even after that! They were inseparable, a bit like Fatimah and Yasmeen. So anyway, the Laher’s offered to take me in for while so that my mother could care for Zayaan. I know I know, it was all confusing and complicated, but I was a child. I didn’t want to leave my mother and all my cousins and all my family! But the Laher’s took me in and made me feel at home. Yasmin and I are the same age, I’m just a few months older, so we got along from day one! We were always together, inseparable! She would definitely be that childhood friend of mines that I hoped I would never forget. We grew up together, played together, fought together, we did everything together! Even after I went back to my mother 6/7 months later, every single day she would either come home or I would be by her.

But I always noticed that the way I was with her, was never the way I was with Nuha. Nuha was my sister from another mother! But Yasmin, Yamin was intriguing to be around!  She wasn’t your typical girly girl and that’s why we got along so well. I remember when we were kids, we would play soccer, and you’d think

”Hey, she’s a girl, I’m not going to tackle her”

but she use to come with force and just tackle me, slide that ball from me in a second and score! She was a pro at soccer, and a pro at showing me those light brown puppy dog eyes. Every month went I got my allowance, she would make those big puppy eyes and batt her lashes at me and I would give in and buy her anything she wanted form the sweet shop down the road, whether it be a 99 cent bubblegum or an ice cream. I guess I was the softer one in that relationship. Friendship. Whatever you want to call it.

It was definitely a relationship, a bond I strongly shared with Yasmin. I guess I owe my sensitiveness to her. She would be the one that would get into fights on the roads with the other boys from the neighbourhood and I would come and break them apart, tell the guy off for being an absolute sissy then look at Yasmin, and her bruised arm and just chuckle… I would always want to care for her bruises and scars but she was a scary one when she was small. Tough, cute and scary! And no matter how hurt Yasmin Laher got, she would  never accept the help of others. There was only one time, one time in our lives that Yasmin let me help her. And that was today at Dubai Mall, when she let me carry her shopping packets.

Words can not even conjure how shocked I was to see Yasmin in Dubai mall! I hadn’t seen her in years! They had been in Durban all their lives, but her father wanted a change, he wanted Yasmin to have a higher education so he gave her that by taking his family ALL the way to America! He had taken her out of my life! Away from me, and I won’t even lie when I say she was my best friend, my only friend excluding my cousins, because….. face it, who wants to be friends with a guy who’s best friend is a chick!

When you’re a young boy, girls repel you. But not Yasmin! No way! Yasmin and I were like a Ying and Yang sign! But once Yasmin left, I cleared up my act, became more of a ladies man! I charmed my way through my teenage years! I probably sweet talked every girl my age, testing the waters, seeing how it felt to actually be liked. Every single girl I met never matched up to the beauty of Yasmin! I would flip through old pictures of her from the albums we had of us growing up and I would just stare aimlessly into her golden eyes, and miss that friendship we had. I don’t know when I realised my feelings for her were so strong.  Maybe it was when I met another Yasmeen that had triggered all those feelings. But that Yasmeen was no Laher, she was a Raheem.

I happened to meet her at a family wedding. I had heard from a cousin of mine that this chick was stunnerz, single and sweet. The three s’s that opened my eyes and opened up my heart to the possibility that I could finally find my Yasmin to replace the Yasmin that had left. It might sound as retarded as it is, but she was the only Yasmeen I let into my life after Yasmin Laher and the only reason I did so was because I was hoping, praying that this Yasmeen would kick the other one out of my mind!!! But it didn’t work…

I know, I know! With 2 girls that are both called Yasmeen/Yasmin, it’s hard for you to follow. So bluntly let me put it like this to you. I’m going to tell you something I really shouldn’t. But since I’ve been opening up so much I figure, what the heck! What more could I loose. So here goes…

Till today, I compare Yasmeen Raheem to Yasmin Laher.

I have never mentioned it to another living soul. It was always a war my mind would have, over the 2 Yasmeen’s. Even when we were dating. Even after we were dating, I was always comparing Raheem to Laher.

And. She never. Ever. Matched up.

She never became worth more to me than Yasmin Lahir. And I feel like a total pea-brain for even saying that, but its true. So you can imagine my bewilderment when I saw Ms.Lahir today. In Dubai. In Bloomngdales. Shopping! I mean… Shopping?! The last time I met her, she wouldn’t think twice about getting her nails dirty. But here she was standing in front of me, no longer a girl, but more like a young woman! With her perfectly manicures nails and her flowing abaya and swarovski scarf pin, she took my breath away. And I didn’t know what to do. Yasmeen Raheem was the only one that had the ability to do that to me. I told her all those things on the beach. But was I saying it to her? Or was I saying it to the Yasmin Lahir I pictured in my head?

And to top all of that, I could see that Yasmeen was putting two and two together and trying to get me and Yasmin alone. And it worked. And I enjoyed it even though at first I was a nervous wreck!  But Yasmin was easy to be with, no drama, no troubles, no problems. And we just talked and talked and talked! About EVERYTHING! From the time she was 13 when she left Durban to the present day, when her parents informed her they were moving back.

ME: What?! You’re moving back! For real?? (smiling in shock)

YASMING: Yes! I am so psyched! You have no idea how much I have missed Durban Beaches!

ME: You have no idea how much I have missed you.

I just blurted it out without thinking. I looked at her, worried she’d be taken aback, or freaked out! I didn’t even know if she was single. But I was going to risk it!

YASMINH (smiling) I was hoping you’d say that. Because I missed you too.

ME: Good! Now I don’t feel like a loner anymore.

YASMIN: (laughing) Loner! Soo while I was away you made friends?

ME: Nooo! I sat around waiting for you to come back.

….

I’m kidding Yassi! Yeah, you left me all messed up so I got my act toget-

YASMIN: And became the biggest womanizer in the whole of Durban!

ME: No fair! I was going to say that (laughing) How you knew?

YASMIN: Facebook doesn’t lie (wink)

It took a moment for me to register what she was saying…

ME: Nooo!!! You stalked me on facebook?!? (Laughing) Since when do you even have facebook!?!

YASMIN : (shrugging her shoulders) I don’t. My friends have so I would just use theirs and stalk people!

ME: Stalker! (rolling my eyes) And you never bothered to tell me! I could’ve spoken to you.

YASMIN: Yeah! But then you would only miss me more (smirking) So see… I saved you the pain!

ME: (in a sarcastic tone) Gee, thanks! I feel like the luckiest guy on the planet.

YASMIN: (hugging my arm) Aww, I’m just kidding with ya!

ME: Got a real American twang there hey! (putting my arm around her)

YASMIN: (gasping and speaking in a sarcastic tone) Really?! Well no shizz sherlock! I’ve been surrounded by Americans for 6years!

ME: And look how they corrupted you (wink)

YASMIN: Yes, they’re SO evil that I am standing before you wearing abaya….. And scarf!

ME: (laughing) So is this a full time thing? The scarf and abaya?

YASMIN: Abaya? No! I’m wearing it cause I like to pretend I’m arab! (smiling this goofy smile)

See! THIS is what I’m talking about! Yasmin doesn’t care what anyone else thinks! If she wants to play pretend and fake being an arab at the age of 19, she will!!

YASMIN: And the scarf… Well I’m trying that as well. In america, I just found it hard to wear. So maybe once I’m on Joburg I’ll start…

ME: Wait? What?! Joburg???

YASMIN: (sighing) Yes, I was kind of waiting to tell you this… But …. When I said we moving back, I meant we moving to South Africa. Not Durban…

ME: (running my fingers through my hair) Joburg huh? Well…. That sucks!

YASMIN: What were you imagining in that crazy head a yours? (nudging my shoulder)

ME: (smiling) You and me. On the Durban streets. Playing jump rope!

YASMIN: (laughing) I remember that! We used to use my Barbie Doll skipping rope right?

ME: Yes. Yes we did.

Just then her phone started to buzz. She answered it and spoke away while I let it sink in that Yasmin Lahir was moving back. Yes, she was moving back to Joburg. But at least she wasn’t half way across the world anymore! My best friend was back!

YASMIN: Helllooooo! Earth to Uz Uz!

ME: What. Yeah. Sorry?

YASMIN: We’re going to have lunch. Want to join us?

ME: Sure. (standing up holding out my hand) Madame?

YASMIN: (taking my hand) Oooh. What a gentleman!

ME: My mother trained me well…

YASMIN: Your mother… Or that other girl Yasmeen?

I looked at her. She looked at me. She knew. She didn’t buy the crap Yasmeen told her about us being family friends. I just nodded my head.

YASMIN: Oh come on! You have to tell me (laughing) I deserve to know!

ME: (shaking my head and smiling) Okay fine what do you wanna know?

YASMIN: Everything…. About her!

So I strolled and spoke to Yasmin telling her everything about Yasmeen number 2. Where I met her. How I met her. Our first date. The day we told her parents about us. Our first ‘I love Yous’. Then came the part I didn’t like to think about much. The break up. I was about to start explaining what Yasmeen did when she came to Dubai during the Summer, but we reached the restaurant and her parents were there. So I sat tight lipped and spoke about everything else but my ex girlfriend.

FARHANA: So Uzair, tell us now, what have you been up to? I feel like I’ve missed out on so much of your life!

UZAIR: Well I’m studying accounting. That’s about it Farhana! I’m a very boring person!

FARHANA: Oh come on! No, boring! Of course not. You 19 isn’?

ME: Yeah, I’m turning 20 pretty soon (smiling) So, you know the big ‘two zero’ is making me feel quite old!

YASMIN: (laughing) Same! I feel like I’ve accomplished nothing and I’m nearly out of my teens and I just want to be a kid again!

ME: And play jump rope!

YASMIN: And have fist fights

And Farhana and her husband roared with laughter, thinking back to how their hectic daughter would get injured nearly every single week without fail! We all sat there telling tales of our childhood, Yasmin’s bossniess, my soft side, the 99 cent bubble gum ( I knew she’d remember that). All through lunch we just spoke about the good old days. We lost track of time completely, and when I finally looked at the time it was way past when I was supposed to meet the others…

ME: Eh,  Look at the time (laughing) It just flies when you in Dubai!

YASMIN: Time flies when you having fun!

ME: You having fun?

YASMIN: Course! I haven’t seen you in half a century!

ME: Half a century. You making it sound like a lifetime…

YASMIN: Well it was a lifetime!

And somehow our hands found each other under the table. There was this heat that was creeping up my neck. Breeeeaaaathe Uzair. Breeeeaaaathe.

ME: Aunty Farhana thanks so much for lunch! But I have to go meet everyone. They waiting outside Patchi.

FARHANA: My pleasure.  And remember there’s no AUNTY! It’s just Farhana! I’m not so old!

ME: (laughing) Maaf! (turning to Yasmin) Yasii, you wanna come? Nuha and them will be there. You can say hi to them?

YASMIN: Sure! (getting up and whispering in my ear) and then you can finish your story

Once we were out of the restaurant I continued telling Yasmin my epic love saga! Jokes, I sound lame as hell saying that…

ME: So she came to Dubai, met her childhood friend Zaheer. And she just ended up spending a lot of time with him I guess. And she came back home. And her best friend Fatimah had just been in an accident. And well… She told me. She told me about her Zaheer and how she had feelings for him-

YASMIN: What!!! She told you?! She sounds very gutsy…

ME: Yeah, I appreciated the truth though (shrugging my shoulders) I took some time to think. Gave her space. And then I went back into her life, as a friend
.
YASMIN: So after aaaall of that, you could still be with her? As a friend?

ME: I wanted t be there for her. Fatimah was in hospital and I was like…. The knight in shining armour (wink)

YASMIN: I bet you were…

We walked a little while in silence till Yasmin spoke

YASMIN: And now?

ME: Now what?

YASMIN: Now what’s your status with Yasmeen? I saw you hold her… (Looking me in the eye)

ME: I was a nervous wreck. I wanted her there to make it less awkward.

YASMIN: (laughing) Awkward!? Uz Uz we’re family!

ME: I know! I was just in SHOCK!

YASMIN: But what’s the deal with you two?

ME: (smiling) Why you wanna know? You interested (nudging her)

YASMIN: You wish (laughing)

ME: (running my fingers through my hair) Well, I’m single. That’s for sure. Yas was actually telling me the other day I should get back into the dating game.

YASMIN: And what do you think? You going to get back in there?

ME: (shrugging my shoulders) If the right girl comes along. Then yes…

YASMIN: (walking backwards so thgat she was now facing me) And when will this mysterious girl walk into your life?

I grabbed her, spun her around and pulled her close to me.

ME: I think she’s always been in my life.

….. (Intertwining our fingers)

In fact, I think she’s standing right in front of me…

Tough Girl Yasmin Sensitive Uzzi

Tough Girl Yasmin Sensitive Uzzi

Part 86- Uzzi into Uz Uz

Hola! Me llamo Dubaingirl!  And I have run out of spanish words, and I don’t know how to say ‘Here is part 86′! :D Much Love Oui Oui Oui DOAD xoxo

Bloomingdales  ♥

Bloomingdales ♥

Dubai Mall. It was good to finally be back at my second home! But it was SO busy. It was absolutely crazy how busy Dubai Mall was, seriously! The foreigners were all just flocking to Dubai to get away from the miserable weather in the US or UK. Or to just come shop up a storm in the sales!

Sales. My favourite ‘s’ word! We decided to all meet at Dubai Mall nice and early to have breakfast, and to avoid the crowds. It was the Bobat Clan, the Akoojee siblings and Armaan and I. And guess what?! HAAJ WAS FINALE IN TOWN! So Yusuf and Fatimah were totally engrossed in the love of their lives during our breakfast at Paul’s. I just stared at my cup of coffee, swirling it in circles with my spoon, barely munching on my croissant. The Akoojee’s were leaving the next day and the thought of not seeing Fatimah… well that really sucked. And  they could all sense that I was upset.

Ofcourse, food didn’t come to my rescue. No matter how many chocolate muffins I had, I still had this sorrowful feeling within me…

UZAIR: Hey doll. Why so gloomy?

ME: (shrugging my shoulders) Why do you think?

UZAIR: Fatimah?

ME: (nodding my head) Yipp! And I go back to school tomorrow (biting my lip)

UZAIR: Zaheer?

ME: (nodding my head) Right again. I know, it’s silly.

UZAIR: Is that why you ordering so many muffins? (Smiling sidewards)

ME: Trying to drown my sorrows! Not really working…

UZAIR: What bout some shopping? (Raising his eyebrows) Come on, I know you wanna max out my credit card (wink)

ME: Aww I love how you know me so well!

UZAIR: (getting up) Guys, we’ll meet up with you’ll later. We just going on an…err… Important shopping spree!

Uzair grabbed my hand and whizzed me out of my seat. We window shopped for a while until we got to the places of interest… Armani Exchange, Steve Madden, Bloomingdales, Miss Selfridges. The list really does go on and ON! And you would not believe the amount of South Africans! In every single store I went into, I heard a Joburg accent or Durban accent or Cape Townian accent!

UZAIR: Even away from home you find them. (eyeing this south african family)

ME: (laughing) Shush! You talking so loud they’ll hear you.

UZAIR: (shrugging his shoulders) So? They don’t know me.

Uzair. Went off to look at suits and shoes while I browsed a little longer. Suddenly, Uzzi came rushing upto me.

UZAIR: Oh my god! Yas! That South African family, I know them! I know them! (Laughing)

ME: (rolling my eyes) Why am I not surprised?!

UZAIR: No seriously! At first, I just thought they looked familiar cause all South Africans look familiar! But… But I know them!

ME: So go make salaam….

UZAIR: No, I’m shy. You come with!

ME: Uzair! What are you, 12?!

UZAIR: On a scale of 1 to 10, yes I am! (wink)

ME: (rolling my eyes) Man up!  (Holding onto this dress) My clothes, I can’t part with them…

UZAIR: Yasmeen! Please come with me! They right here- (turning around)

‘Uzair’

I spun around to see who had just spoke. It was a girl, around my age, maybe a year older. She was wearing scarf and abaya. Her face was not heavily made up and you could clearly see she was that kind of girl that had those naturally pretty features. Okay, so Uzair was right. He did know that South African family. That South African family that was no progressing closer towards he and I. I suddenly felt really awkward as if I was crashing a reunion…

UZAIR: I… Hi… Salaam… Yasmin… I mean…

Woah! What?! Was she also called Yasmeen??

YASMIN: (laughing) I’m just as speechless as you are Uz uz!

And she had a twang in her accent, it sounded like an american accent! She couldn’t roll her r’s so she pronounced ‘are’ as in ‘a’e’. Well you get the point!

UZAIR: (smiling) How long has it been, 5/6 years?

YASMIN: It’s just been too long! My mother told me you’ll would be in Dubai, she will be SO psyched to see you!

While she signaled to a woman behind her to come quickly, I took a moment to really look at this girl. Trying to see if she had any features like Uzair. Was she family? Was she an ex? She said they hadn’t seen each other for 5/6 years. Meaning Uzair was 13 or 14. So maybe it was a Puppy Love ex. But one thing for sure, it clicked in my head within seconds…
This girl was no Yumna!!!
They already had common ground!
She was SO pretty (mashallah)
It was a perfect match.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Cupid struck again.
I decided to take things into my own hands and introduce my self…

ME: Sorry, Salaams I’m also Yasmeen! (laughing) Yasmeen number 2!

UZAIR: Yasmeen with 2 e’s meet Yasmin with an I.

YASMIN: What?

ME: He’s talking about how we spell our names. (Smiling)

UZAIR: Raheem, this is Yasmin my childhood friend!

YASMIN: (laughing) His ONLY childhood friend! No one else would play with him when he was a kid. Isn’t that right Uz uz?

UZAIR: Yasi! Some things stay behind with my chubby cheeks and braces!

ME: You had braces (laughing) Why did I never know this Uzzzi?!

UZAIR: (shrugging his shoulders) I guess it never came up. (smiling)

YASMIN: Orrr maybe you were trying to avoid showing her your nasty childhood pictures… (nudging him)

She teased him, he teased her. And then her mother came, also wearing abaya and scarf.

YASMIN: Mummy look who I found!?

MOTHER: No! No man, Uzair?! This can’t be Uzair! The last time I saw him he was short and chubby with braces (embracing Uzair in a short quick hug) how you?

UZAIR: (laughing) Yes, Aunty Farhana, I grew! Alhmadulillah, I’m okay and you?

MOTHER: Please, you know I don’t like being called aunty! It’s just Farhana (smiling and turning to me) And who’s this?

UZAIR: This is Yasmeen. She’s my….

ME: I’m your….

UZAIR: She’s my….

History was repeating it self if you know what I mean ;)

ME: (holding out my hand to greet this aunty) I’m his mothers friends daughter. We live in Dubai so I’ve been taking all the Bobats around.

MOTHER: (shaking my hand and smiling) It’s nice to meet you Yasmeen. Oh yeah, I heard that your whole family came down Uzair.

I was still clutching the items of clothing I needed to pay for. Yasmin’s mother, Yasmin and Uzair were all in a deep conversation. I stood there, shifting my weight from one leg onto another. I wanted to go pay for my stuff so I started to leave. But as soon as I made a move, Uzair grabbed my arm. Mid sentence, he held onto my arm but continued talking away. I could see that Aunty Farhana was looking at how Uzair was holding me. And it didn’t stop there. I tried once again to leave, but this time Uzair caught me and snaked his arm around my waist. My cheeks were flaming up. THIS was not part of my ingenious plan of getting Yasmin with an ‘I’ and Uzair together.

ME: (clearing my throat) Sorry, I just.. I just need to go pay for my stuff. You know, before it gets busy. So… (Untangling my self from Uzair)  It was nice meeting you err.. Farhana and Yasmin.

YASMIN: (smiling) Hey wait up! I’ve also got stuff to pay for I’ll come with. (Turning to her mother) Mummy! Would you stop chatting and finish up your shopping! We have lunch reservations soon!

FARHANA: Sorry, you know me! I like catching up with people. (Flashing us a smile)  Keep your phone on Yasmin, I’ll call you. Uzair give your mummy my salaams.

And then she walked away, leaving the three of us in Bloomingdales. I led the way to the counter, Uzair and Yasmin were walking and talking together behind me. I just kept on breathing to stay calm. I mean, WHAT was Uzair thinking?! All that touchy touchy affection… Was that to prove a point?! To who?! For what?!
Argh! Boys could be so hard to read at times. I paid for my items and luckily while waiting for Yasmin to pay, my phone rang

ME: Hello?

FATIMAH: Babe, where are you?! I got news to tell you. In private. Just us two.

ME: I’m at bloomingdales. Just leaving. Oooh sounds mysterious, where you wanna meet?

FATIMAH: I dunno! You live here and you asking me!

ME: Well there’s an Armani Cafe I have been dying to try out! It’s by Zara

FATIMAH : Meet you just now! Don’t be late. Yallah!

And she cut the call. Oh what in the world could be sooo important she needs to tell me now…

UZAIR: Who was that?

ME: That was Fatimah. She wants to meet me for coffee. Girl talk time

UZAIR: Ah. I see

ME: You carry on with Yasmin! I’ll see you later okay

UZAIR: Yas, man. Wait (reaching out for my hand)

ME: (pulling back) No Uzzi. Just no. We’ll talk later but right now ( pointing at Yamin) there’s your childhood friend, that has no idea you and I have a history.

UZAIR: So? So what if she knew?

ME: Just…. Go catch up with her. I’ll be fine

UZAIR: Promise you’ll be fine?

ME: (holding out my finger) Pinkie promise

Uzair locked his pinkie through mine and we held on for a second too long. Yasmin came and looked quizically at our pinkies interlocked. I quickly pulled mine away cleared my throat and spoke

ME: It was nice meeting you Yasmin! I leave you two to catch up on the years you’ll have missed without it each other (smiling) Salaams

YASMIN: You’re going?

ME: Yeah, my friend wants me to come ASAP! (rolling eyes) She’s a total drama queen

UZAIR: (laughing) As if you’re not!

ME: I am not! Maybe… sometimes! Okay fine, I’m a drama queen! But that’s why me and Fatz are besties. I’ll catch you later Uzzi (waving to Yasmin) Byee

I walked towards the Armani cafe and I could already make out Fatimah. She was the only one sitting there with her sunglasses on her head!

ME: Madame, why are your sunglasses on your head?

FATIMAH: (feeling her head) Oh my god! I didn’t even realize (laughing) I must’ve looked like a clown walking around!
ME: (sniggering) You probably did! Now what’s this great big emergency

FATIMAH: Sit sit, order something. Anything you want! I’m paying

ME: You’re paying? Fati, since when do you have money?! You can never hold onto money for more than a day! Always spend spend spend!

FATIMAH: Just keep quiet and order!

So I did as I was told. I ordered a hot chocolate. It had been drizzling outside (Rain in Dubai, crazy right!) So I wanted something warm to drink. Fatz and I were still quite stuffed from breakfast so we just ordered a few macaroons to try out between the two of us

ME: Okay, so seriously, who’s credit card you stole?! Cause I know you a kanjoos with your money!

FATIMAH: (laughing) You’re right! Zayaan gave me his card!

ME: Ooooh how scandalous! Max out his card then run away (laughing)

FATIMAH: Yasmeen!!! You so horrible! And I wouldn’t ever do that to my Zayaan….

ME: (laughing) Chillax, I’m just kidding around! And why would you not do that to Zayaan? (taking a sip of my hot chocolate)

FATIMAH: Because I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him…. (in a timid voice) I’m getting married to Zayaan Yasmeen…

PPFFFFFFF!!!! I couldn’t control it!! There was hot chocolate in my mouth, and the next minute I’m spitting it out in shock all over fatimah

ME: WHAT?!

Fatimah sat across me, clearly looking as shocked at me, but she was shocked at the fact that I just spat my hot chocolate out at her

ME: You’re joking? Or being serious? WHEN did this ALL happen?!?! How long have I not known about this for?!

I was bursting with fury and excitement and anxiety and more excitement

FATIMAH: (takinga  tissue to wipe away the mess on her face) Well…… it happened a few days ago…..

Did you REALLY have to spit your drink out Yas?!

ME: (smiling sweetly) Sorry… I’M IN SHOCK! My baby girl is getting married! This is CRAZY!

She continues to dish out all the drama of her FAYAAN-TASTIC life! He asked her, she freaked (typical Fatimah style). Worried that her parents would say no she realised that Zayaan went to them before he went to Fatimah to ask her

FATIMAH: I was like what if my father says no? And he said sweetie I already spoke to him. What kind of indian boy would I be if i didn’t go the parents boy

ME: (laughing) Oh my god! Zayaaan, is something else! Well In Sha Allah you’ll have a very blessed happy marriage-

FATIMAH: Save the speeches for later Yas! (laughing) First things first, are you’ll coming down to SA in April?

ME: I dunno why?

FATIMAH: ……. Cause we planning on having the wedding then. Fingers crossed, if everything goes well!

ME: APRIL! God Fatz……. I am just so thrilled for you! Even though I think this is all happening so fast, but I geuss you’ll doing it the halaal way!

FATIMAH: Yes, you should learn! To be halaal, less haraam

ME: Says the girl that doesn’t wear scarf!

We just looked at each other then bust out laughing, making sure we weren’t disturbing the other people at the cafe

FATIMAH: I’m going to find Nuha now. I have to tell her next. Zay and I wanted to tell her together

ME: Awwww, was I the first to know?! So sweeeet (batting my eyelashes)

FATIMAH: Of course you’d be the first to know! I’ll see you later. And woman, please… for the love of god, KEEP YOUR PHONE ON!

We left the cafe and went our separate way. All of sudden I didn’t want to shop. My feet hurt, my packets were getting really heavy, and I was just TOO enthusiastic for Fati pataati! I found a bench somewhere in the mall, I pulled out my phone and started to stalk people on Facebook. Zainab’s new years pictures had just been posted. Yippe! More stalking for me! I strolled through some hilarious shots of the paki crew breaking down on the dance floor! They looked like absolute clowns! Lia looked stunning in her dress along with Zainab, and I hate to admit it but Ashley looked nice as well…. not stunning just nice! I finished up the whole album of her party pictures, and realised there was only one of Zaheer. There was only one picture of Zaheer. Wasn’t he meant to be the party animal? From the looks of it, he looked so distraught and fed up in that one picture, I guess it just wasn’t his nice. But he did look awfully handsome in what he was wearing….

NO

No, I would not torture my self with those thoughts! I shut my phone off and shoved it into my bag. And when I looked up to observe the world around me, I saw Uzair in the distance, with his arm around Yasmin with an ‘I’. I smiled knowing he’ll be okay without me, but there was also this puking sensation within me. God I hope I wasn’t going to be sick!

Armani/ Dubai Caffe!

Armani/ Dubai Caffe!

Shut out to ”Yasmeeen & Asmaaa…my amazingly super duper crazy yet awesome cousins! I love you guys…♥ thank you’s for making this holiday one to remember! When you’re feeling down, just remember that I’m thinking of you’ll all the time!

P.S.-Asma, when you finally catch up, I just wana let you know that I sent this on our partyyy dayy!! :P xo From your cousin, S! I know you love me! ;)”
 
Shout out to ”Aamina. Congrats to my awesome sister Aamina on your 6A’s :D you’ve made us all proud!!
Love you x”
 
Shout out to ”Shakoo. CoNgratulatioNs Shako0o aNd All the Matriculans :P !! Shakoo you AwEs0mE like that neh ;-) *high five*!Much Love HaAj :P ”

Part 85 – The ‘M’ word

Heyoooooo! So thought we might bring another characters garam masala problemo’s into this! Much Love DOAD xoxo

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*****Fatimah’s Point Of View*****

I was awoken during my sleep by my phone, which was ringing. I checked the caller ID hoping that it was anyone but Zayaan. It was my bestie Yasmeen. I sighed a breath of relief. I smiled. She was probably phoning to tell me how rubbish her New Years was without us. I don’t know why she wanted to spend it alone in the first place!

ME: (half asleep) Do you even know what the time is?

YASMEEN: Err… I know that its TOO early to be sleeping! How are you sleeping SO early on New years Fatz?

ME: Geez I dunno… The shopping in Dubai takes a toll on you I guess.

YASMEEN: You would not believe the night I had!

ME: (smiling) Was it horrible? Miserable? Did you miss me too much?

YASMEEN: Noo.. (Giggling) More like a very eventful night.  I went out with Tariq. Remember him? Yeah. So we were leaving his apartment-

ME: His apartment?! YASMEEN RAHEEM!!! What the hell were you thinking?!

YASMEEN: Geez calm down! We’re just friends. I swear! Just friends! Nothing happened! Nada. Zilch. Zippo!

ME: (sighing) Yes ,you’ll better just be ‘friends’. (sighing) Carry on…

YASMEEN: Right so anyway, we were leaving JBR and Zaheer phoned him and said he needed a lift. Fatimah Akoojee. It was… By FAR the most awkward car ride I have EVER been in, in my life!!!

ME: (laughing) Oh my god! That does sound quite awful! It was just you, Zaheer and Tariq?

YASMEEN: Yes! That Ashley chick tried squeezing her self in saying she needed a ride home, but Tariq said his driver didn’t want to play chauffeur to the whole of Dubai! (laughing) You should have seen how devastated she looked!

ME: (laughing) serves her right! Get to the awkward part now…

YASMEEN: Right! So anyway, when Zaheer finally gets there we get into the car. And they made ME sit in FRONT! On my own! I mean…. I couldn’t say no. They were giving ME a lift home! So I just sat there. On my own! I pulled out my phone and played candy crush the whole way home!

ME: (laughing hysterically) YASMEEN! (Laughing) Woah! I think that just made my 2014! (Catching my breath) Candy crush?! What are you, 5??

YASMEEN: Hey! Don’t be dissing Candy crush! It was my life saver! I swear, I would’ve died without my phone. And the whole car ride the 2 boys were yapping away about sports and movies and other stupid stuff! I just wanted to disappear!

ME: Shame! I guess you learnt your lesson…

YASMEEN: What lesson?

ME: Never spend New Years without your best friend!!!

YASMEEN: (laughing) New Years was fine! It was amazing! Tariq had a gorgeous view from his place! It was just that car ride! God I cringe just thinking about it. And then, when I get home, Tariq gets off the car comes around to open my door and helps me off! He even walked me to the house door!

ME: What?! Seriously?! Nooo way!! And Zaheer was in the car the whole time!! GOOD! (Laughing)

YASMEEN: (laughing) Look at us laughing away like witches. Might as well call us evil and buy us broomsticks!

ME: But weren’t you happy? That Tariq showed you attention in front of Zaheer?

YASMEEN: To be honest… I wanted Zah to be jealous. But at the same time I didn’t want to be using Tariq. God! T’was. Just. So. Awkward!

ME: (laughing) I can imagine! And THIS is why I don’t have an ex!

YASMEEN: Missy, unless you marry Zayaan, I’m afraid you will have an ex… Eventually!

My stomach did an inward groan. Yasmeen had brought up that  dreaded ‘m’ word. Marriage.

ME: Haha. Yaaa…. Umm… I’ll talk to you tomorrow, going back to sleep. We’re still on for Dubai Mall yeah?

YASMEEN: Definitely! I’ll get my mother to drop me off tomorrow. Sweet Dreams!  Oh, and Happy New Years Fatoo!

ME: Happy New Years to you too Yasoo! Salaams

I cut the call and put my head onto my pillow. But I could not, for the life of me, go back to sleep! I willed my eyes to fall into a deep slumber, but every time they closed, I would only get flashbacks of Zayaan. The walk on the beach. The discussion we had. It would all just overwhelm me. And I would open my eyes and try to clear my mind!  I tossed and turned for hours until I decided I needed some air. We didn’t have a balcony in our hotel room, but we had a window that opened slightly. I walked over, unlocked the window and let the cool Dubai winter breeze come through.

It was all going so well! My first relationship. The first guy I would ever let any where near me. Zayaan. From the minute I saw him, I thought he was good looking. But looks aren’t everything! I was Fatimah Akoojee, known as a ‘Nun’ to Yasmeen because I would never date, let alone talk to boys! I knew it was haraam and wrong and all those other things, but generally the whole ‘dating’ thing never really appealed to me. And I will admit, even when I first met Zayaan, it was dangerous territory And I knew that. I could feel my self leaning towards the idea of dating him. And then, it happened! Zayaan was, perfect! We had our ups and downs. Our sour days our sweet days. But we pulled through! I even remember our very first conversation we had over BBM. I made him promise me 3 things if he wanted to continue talking to me…

ME: There’s conditions though

ZAYAAn: Conditions :? For what?

ME: You have to promise me three things, and you have to abide by them

ZAYAAN: Your wish is my command ;)

ME: Smooth!  :P

ZAYAAN: Seriously though, what are they?

ME: 1. You can’t mess around with other girls if you’re talking to me

ZAYAAN: I don’t talk to girls (except family) other than you.  So done!

ME: 2. No sending me mixed signals.

ZAYAAN: I’m as blunt as a butter knife ;) done!

ME: 3. Under no circumstances are you to break my heart! Ever!

ZAYAAN: Fatimah Akoojee, I asure you that will never happen…

ME: Promise?

ZAYAAN: I Promise.

Zayaan was a total gem! At first we were both hesitant to date. Zayaan, just like me, never saw the point behind dating. But I guess we changed each other. For the better or for the worse, I wasn’t sure of then. But I let him into my life because he cared about me. He didn’t care how skinny my jeans were or how I wore my hair or what I wore, he cared about me. And that was all I ever really asked for. We built a relationship in the past 6 months. We were strong, we were loyal and frankly I trusted him with my life. Everyone teased us when we were split apart for a week during the holidays, but when a guy becomes your other half, it’s hard to part. Yes yes, I sound like a soppy romantic! I can blame this ALL on Yasmeen! That silly silly girl taught me how to be soppy and how to love and how to trust! If it wasn’t for her I would still be a shy girl living in my shell. I’m glad she’s taught me that there’s more to life than just taking care of your siblings and acing school! No bragging, just being honest.

And now, now where did I stand? I feel as if I have no right to complain because I have everything. Shukr, I have a loving wonderful family! A gorgeous Best Friend! Another amazing light of my life Nuha. And then, Zayaan. I won’t lie to you, I have actually imagined us getting married. I’ve pictured it in my head. I’m going on into my final year of studies. Zayaan is going onto his last year in Uni. After that, I could study through UNISA and be married to the greatest guy I had ever met! Well…the only guy I had ever met. But that didn’t bother me. I didn’t feel like I was missing out on all the other fish in the sea, because I had everything I wanted in Zayaan. I had a plan. Study for one more year. Marry Zayaan. Live happily ever after. Blah. Blah. Blah. You get the point. But as life likes to do so, it throws challenges at you.

So it was a few days back, when Zayaan and and I were walking on the beach. It was an innocent walk, we were just strolling listening to the waves, watching families on the beach play and have a good time. It was just Zayaan and I. He had asked me to meet him in the reception. He made me wait a while though, but when he finally stepped outta that elevator, I knew why he took so long…
*rolling eyes*
Mr.Bobat had to look his best! And well… He did. In a short sleeve baby blue Polo tight with his striped white shorts, Zayaan was looking iresistibly handsome!

ME: Finally! I’ve been waiting here ages!

ZAYAAN: (leaning down to give me a kiss on my cheek) Sorry, you know I like to look my best.

ME: I know that (linking my arm through his) So, what’s the plans for today?

ZAYAAN: Well, the weathers nice. So how about a walk on the beach?

ME: Sounds good to me.

We walked and talked about anything and everything. We talked about my school, his studies, the holidays, his trip to London, my stay in Dubai. Then we moved onto a more interesting topic, Uzair and Yasmeen. I loved my Best Friend, to bits and pieces and of course I wasn’t back biting about her, I was just sharing my concerns with Zayaan

ME: I worry about her Zay. She hasn’t been in a stable relationship since Uzair

ZAYAAN: What about that Zaheer?

ME: I wouldn’t say he was exactly ‘stable’. They were head over heels in love! And that was all within like a month and a bit. They had a rocky patch even when they first met (thinking back to Eid) Then Zaheer came to Durban, sweept Yas off her feet and now…

ZAYAAN: Hey, I can see you worried. But Yas is a big girl.

ME: I know. But she moves too fast! Like I just worry that I won’t be there to pick up the broken pieces cause I’ll be in Durban and she’ll be in Dubai-

ZAYAAN: (stroking my arm) Well if you’re that worried I will personally pay for the flight ticket to Dubai so you can be with Yas (smiling sidewards) She’s a tough cookie. She slipped up with Zaheer. You learn from your mistakes (intertwining his fingers with mine)

ME: Well I hope she learns…

Just as I started to calm down about the whole Yasmeen situation, Zayaan stopped in his tracks. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look at me, he just looked out at the sea. He dropped my hand, took a few steps forward then turned to look at me.

ZAYAAN: Fati, there’s something we need to talk about

ME: Err… I’m listening…

ZAYAAN: No, it’s like really important! Sit…

So I sat on the sand, anticipating this ‘really’ important news

ZAYAAN: (breathing out) I’m not going to beat around the bush. I promised you I wouldn’t send you mixed signals, and have I ever

I shook my head. Zayaan had always been honest with me, blunt and straight to the point

ZAYAAN: (breathing out) So here goes. I can’t date you Fatimah. I love you with all my heart. I love being with you and I want to be with you, but not like this. I mean, I’m not the kind of person to date…and neither are you. When I first met you, thats what we told each other isn’t?

It was true, we had said that neither of us were interested in dating. But that all changed…

ZAYAAN: The thing is, I am being such a hypocrite.

ME: (looking at him quizically) Hypocrite? How?

ZAYAAN: I walk around telling Nuha not to have a boyfriend, but look at me. I’m in the wrong here Fatz! I can’t tell my little sister not to date if I go against my own saying by dating

I bit my lip. I willed my self to come up with some response but I just couldn’t

ZAYAAN: (running his fingers through his hair) Fatimah, I just….I just can’t. You and I both know its wrong…and I can’t. I’m sorry.

By that stage I was really confused. Was this him breaking up with me? Was this just a phase that we would get over? Or were we stuck in a rut? Zayaan lowered him self down, and sat next to me on the sand

ZAYAAN: Babe, I’m not breaking up with you (looking at me) I’m asking you….

…..

ME: Asking me what?

ZAYAAN: (sighing) I’m asking you to marry me…

I WAS SHOCKED! I didn’t even start freaking out until later that night when I fully realised what Zayaan was asking me

ZAYAAN: You don’t have to decide now…but I cant go on like this. I can’t ‘date’

…..

…..

Say something Fatimah?

ME: For a moment there, I actually thought you would break my heart

ZAYAAN: A promise if a promise. I won’t break your heart

ME: (breathing in) Umm… (standing up to leave) I’ll see you at supper

And then I just ran off! I could hear Zayaan calling out my name in the distance but I couldn’t look back. I got to the reception, hailed a taxi shouted out my hotel address and we whizzed off down Sheikh Zayed road. I only honestly started crying when I got to the safety of my hotel room. Then, it was like the flood gates of tears were opened! I tried my hardest not to cry to loud. I really was not in the mood to explain the days events to my brother, or mother. I just sobbed and sobbed until I felt my eyes would go dry for crying. And when I eventually did stop crying, I lay down and just let it all sink in

Marriage.

Is there a set date for marriage?

Rules? Regulations?

Was I even cut out to be a wife?

All these questions overwhelmed me as I thought about the ‘M’ word. Sure as hell marriage was scary, but wasn’t I planning my fantasy wedding to Zayaan in my head anyway? I didn’t mind the Zayaan part. I loved him. But I thought I would have atleast another year before I thought about bridal gowns and tissues and centre pieces and ARGH!

It was all just to much! I thought of who to phone… Yasmeen? Nuha? Zayaan? No no no… I didn’t want to trouble anyone until I had a clear mind. So I tried and tried to  clear my mind… but nothing worked. Even on New Years Eve, I retired to my hotel room pretty quickly because I was still confused.

But now, sitting here, it all made sense!  I knew how to solve my confusion! It was time to do things the Fatimah Akoojee way. I wrote up a list of Pro’s and Con’s for marrying Zayaan.

PRO: Zayaan (duh), Nuha as my sister In law, Handsome hubby, Cute future children (in sha Allah), Less sin (halaal way)

CON: It would have to happen soon.

That was basically the ONLY con I would come up with. It finally all became SO much clearer to me! Why was I fretting over this when I had my other half? I should’ve spoken to him days ago. He’s the man I want to marry! I looked at the time, Yasmeen was right it was pretty early to be asleep on New Years. I called and on the 3rd try Zayaan answered….

ZAYAAN: Fatz…

ME: Zay, I’m sorry.

ZAYAAN: Fatimah

ME: I’m sorry I didn’t speak to you about this. I’m sorry I ran off at the beach that day…

And yes

I will marry you!

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Shout out to “Wishing a very happy birthday to one of thee most amazing friends Sabeeha… from your besties Shakirah, Asmaa and Faheema. We love you ♡ “

Part 84 – New Years 2014!

There will be no post tomorrow…so don’t bother bugging my brains ;) :P ;) Much Love DOAD  xoxo

yea so..

Ice cream… Food… More Ice Cream… More Food

FIREWORKS!

FIREWORKS!

New Years Night was a blast! Truthfully I had a lovely time watching the fireworks from Tariq’s apartment in JBR! We finished the tub of ice cream before it was even midnight. Luckily, Tariq had a back-up tub of vanilla ice cream. It was plain…but it would do! We played stupid games like charades and 30 seconds. We may have just been 2 people, but Tariq really did have the ability to make it seem like we were surrounded by others. The pancakes…..were just out of this world! We tried to savour them but they were just too irresistibly yummy that we ate them all up! Like whoever thought of making Haagen Daaz pancakes was a genius! Tariq and I were both definitely food lovers! Or maybe it was just that we both shared a very strong bond for dessert, or maybe chocolate, or maybe sugar! Sorry I’m babbling on…It’s the sugar talking!

We awaited Midnight on his huge balcony that was furnished. It had 2 out door couches, a round table, a heater, some umbrella’s, and a view that was obviously breath taking! Tariq had even thought of blankets as it was FREEZING! It was Dubai! I mean who knew it would get COLD in Dubai?! Wrapped up in seperate blankets we stood, looking over the balcony railing.We both kept smiling stupidly at each other…waiting till the clock had struck 12…waiting till 2013 wa over…waiting for the New Year. And then, you heard the crowds of people screaming below. Guess it as midnight! The party poppers were popped in style! Tariq wished me a Happy New Year’s then leaned over and gave me a kiss on my cheek. What, don’t be judging me!!! It was New Years after all! Then, we just kicked back and relaxed on the couches in his balcony waiting for the fireworks…

We waited…

And waited…

And waited…

ME: Umm….are your fireworks always this delayed? It’s quarter past 12 and STILL no fireworks?

TARIQ: (laughing) Patience young grasshopper! It’s all synchronized. The fireworks at Dubai Mall go off first, then the Burj Al Arab, and then the Palm along with the Atlantis.

ME: That is SO ridiculous! (laughing) Dubai mentality….. Only Dubai would do such a thing.

We waited another 15 minutes and then

BAM!

Far in the distance you could see the Atlantic lighting up! Only it didn’t feel so far away. Tariq’s view made it seem like the fireworks were on our doorstep! It was magical! The colours, the sparkles, the fire, the magic! It was brilliant! Definitely a ‘Canon moment’. I pulled out my camera and snapped away, at as many angles as I could get, as many picture as I could take. Tariq was laughing, watching me snap away at the night sky. But no matter how hard I tried, I could not capture the full beauty of the fireworks on a camera. So instead of wasting my time ‘trying’ to capture the beauty, I simply put my camera away and enjoyed the evening, watching it with my own eyes instead of seeing it through a camera lens…

ME: (sighing and smiling) God, this really is beautiful!

TARIQ: MashAllah (smiling sidewards)

ME: (laughing) Yes yes, very ‘mashAllah’ indeed…

This boy! He could be SO British the one minute, and the next  he could say something like ‘MashAllah’…

ME: Can I tell you something? But you cant take offence…

TARIQ: Do I have a choice? (smiling) Hit me!

ME:  When I first saw you, I did not for a second think you were Muslim.

TARIQ: (looking confused) And why is that?

ME: (shrugging my shoulders) You don’t look Muslim. The blue eyes, its rare to see a Muslim with blue eyes

TARIQ: I got them from my mum. She’s British (smiling) My dad is from Pakistan. They met in England when he was studying there. He reverted her.

ME: Again, I would never think you were Paki. You’re too…….. fair.

TARIQ: (laughing) Ms. Judgy Judgy. Anything else I should know?

ME: Ooooh! One last thing, your accent! (smiling broadly)

TARIQ: (sighing) What about my accent? Lemme guess, you hate it?

ME: Quite the opposite… I adore London accents! They are SO posh and London kids sound totes adorable when they speak!

TARIQ: (laughing) I swear I had this conversation with you before….about accents.

ME: You probably did. (smiling) So tell me more about your self? Your rentals?

TARIQ: Not much to tell. Born and raised in London. My dad is some rich guy that from time to time appears on business magazine covers. My step mum, well she likes to run the show around here.

Woah?!?!?!? STEP MUM?!?!? Since when did Tariq have a step mum???

TARIQ: She keeps us all in check I guess (looking at me) Stella, my step mum. She’s not exactly Muslim, so opinions differ in  the house very often between me and her.

ME: Tar, I’m sorry to ask, but umm…. you have a step mum?

TARIQ: Oh I didn’t tell you? My mum died (biting his lip) 10 years ago. Some stupid lorry driver-

I took his hand into mine. I knew what it felt like when a loved one was in an accident. I went through the same thing with Fatimah. But I had no idea what it felt like when you lost a loved one in an accident. Especially if that ‘loved one’ was your mother.

TARIQ: I was 7, she went out to the supermarket. (smiling) Funny thing is, she wasn’t even driving a car. She was crossing a road. (sighing) So she died on a Tuesday morning. I was at school. That was my second last day in that school… (looking off into the distance) The funeral was held the next day. My dads family flew in from Pakistan. (Looking at me) They were the only people I really felt comfortable around for some reason…

He stopped.

I could see he wanted to go on, to keep talking but something was stopping him.

I urged him on. I stroked his hand

ME: Go on

TARIQ: (looking out into the open) It was chaos after that. Emotional chaos. Everything reminded me and my dad of my mother. I stopped going to school for a while. I didn’t cry (looking at me) Do you know that Yas? I didn’t even cry at my own mothers funeral. After about a week I went back to school. Everyone stared at me as if I was a freak. It was my last day. The teachers hugged me too tight. The kids in my class acted too nice. It was all soo…. soo fake and phony. My dad told me on the way home ‘Son, we’re moving’. And that was how I ended up in the sunny city of Dubai.

I wanted to tell him I was sorry. Sorry that he lost his mother. Sorry that he never cried at his mothers funeral. Sorry that everyone was too fake and too phony. But I knew one thing, Sorry didn’t help. So I stayed quiet, even though the atmosphere around us was loud. When I finally thought of the right thing to say I looked at Tariq.

ME: She would’ve been proud. (swallowing)  She would’ve been proud to see what a gentleman you have become. (smiling) I may have never met your mum Tar, but I can assure you, you made her proud.

TARIQ: (squeezing my hand) I hope so. God, there’s not a single day that goes by where I don’t miss her. My dad…. Well all I can say is that he’s got to be the worlds greatest father.

ME: And what about your step mum? Stella?

TARIQ: She’s alright. Lucky for me my dad isn’t one of those guys that marry those gold diggers. But Stella is……nice. She can’t replace my mum, but she takes care of my dad and I. She loves to spend my dad’s money (smiling) But hey, I’d be a hypocrite if I said I didn’t spend it either.

ME: (looking down at his shoes) Thousand dollar shoes eh?

TARIQ: Are you ever going to let that go? (smiling)

ME: Maybe… when I eventually forget about it.

TARIQ: I’m sorry. To rain on your NYE’s with my life story.

ME: Sorry? Don’t be! Please, I wanted to know more about you…and yes your life has been more complicated than mine (smiling) But there’s nothing wrong with complications in life. Its what makes life, life.

TARIQ: That, was deep!

ME: (laughing) Oh shut up (nudging him)

Tar, thanks for tonight. Really, I could not thank you enough!

TARIQ: Well thanks as well, for listening. Not a lot of listening goes on with the Paki Crew. Everyone just talks talks talks! (laughing)

ME: Too true.

We cleared up the mess we had made in his apartment, put on the funky NYE glasses he bought, took the remaining un-popped party poppers and left Tariq’s apartment. On the way down, whenever someone got into the elevator, we POPPED the popper and ran out the elevator before they could kill us! Call us immature, but I say we were just embracing 2014! When we finally made our way downstairs, we saw the endless line of cars!

ME: Oh my god! Look at the traffic!

TARIQ: Err, Yazz even a knight in armour can’t solve this problem (laughing)

ME: Why are you laughing!? (trying to not laugh) THIS is not funny?!

TARIQ: Cause I’m trying to think of a way to get you home…and so far…I think you’re stumped (smiling half  a smile)

ME: (rolling my eyes) Stumped?! Tar, I need to get home! My mother will KILL me!

TARIQ: Okay…okay… I’m thinking. You will never be able to hail a taxi in this traffic. I can get my driver to pick us up, but we’ll have to walk to get to where there’s no traffic

ME: (inward groan) Walk!! Again… (sighing) Thank god I wore pumps!

So Tariq called up his driver who said he would be there in 45 minutes

45 FREAKING MINUTES

Oh well, it was better than walking home. We started to walk against the traffic, not really knowing where we were going to meet his driver, when my phone rang. It was Zaheer

ME: Err hello?

ZAHEER: Is Tariq there? I’ve been trying to call him but he isn’t answering his phone.

ME: Err, he’s here.

I handed the phone over to Tar

TARIQ: Hey man

TARIQ: At JBR

….

TARIQ: The traffic is crazy I got Salim (his driver) to pick us up

….

TARIQ: No problem mate

….

TARIQ: Just walk straight over the bridge

….

TARIQ: We’ll be waiting

….

Tariq ended the call then handed me back my phone. I fought off the urge to ask him why Zaheer had called, but it was eating me up alive. So after a moment of silence, I gutsied up and asked him.

ME: And what was that about?

TARIQ: Zee needs a lift so he’s walking over here and then Salim will pick us up.

ME: Doesn’t he have his own driver??

TARIQ: You would know wouldn’t’ you (wink)

ME: Tar! Not funny!

TARIQ: That was pretty funny (nudging me) He’s staying over at mines tonight so he’s coming home with me.

ME: (Sarcastic smile) Joy!

THIS WAS NOT EVEN SARCASTICALLY GREAT!

THIS WAS HORRIBLE!

A CAR RIDE WITH ZAHEER MOHAMMED…. JOY!

A gentleman, Your mother would have been proud...

A gentleman, Your mother would have been proud…

Shout out to ”Theee most crazy cousins Eva Faati (faatima), Naami (zainab), Miss sarcasm (mariam) for being there for me and for all the wild rides we’ve been on thee ups and down  much love your most adorable, beautiful and lovable cuz (jokes) 
Mariam (Your Jaan)”

Shout out to ”Hirah, Seema, Zeenat, Aamirah, Zaakira, Umamah, Tasmiyah, Qurutulain,  Zaahida, Bushraa, Nazeerah, Safiyyah, Aaminah Bibi & Fatima … Love you girls to the moon & back <3 From the one & only MARYAM :D <3”

Part 83 – New Years Plans

Here ya go people! Hope you’re enjoying the new year as much as I am :D Much Love DOAD  ♥ xoxo

Blue eyed Tariq...

Blue eyed Tariq…

New years eve. It was universally known that you had to do something amazing on new years!!! You just could NOT sit at home like a couch potato and do nothing. Unfortunately, THAT ‘nothing’ was my exact plans for New years. I didn’t want to go out with anyone. I didn’t want to dress up. Plus it was going to be crazy busy on new years! EVERYWHERE! The beaches, the hotels, the Address, Dubai Mall, it would all be chock a block! Roads leading to Dubai Mall were going to be closed from like 2 in the afternoon. I mean just imagine the people flocking to the mall to try and get the perfect spot to watch the magnificent fireworks that never ceased to disappoint!

Of course, I had never experienced the atmosphere in Dubai first hand. But I had heard of experiences from other people that had spent their NYE’s in Dubai. They all seemed to enjoy it but said the fireworks were too short AND that it was VERY crowded. Hats off to Dubai for spending millions of dirhams yearly on fireworks!!! Seriously, National Day alone must have cost a fortune and now they were trying to break a world record by having the ‘Worlds Largest Fireworks Display’. Bravo Dubai. How many other ridiculous world titles were the world going to exist?!

I like fireworks. I mean who doesn’t like pretty colours in the sky?! Was I bothered to fight through crowds of people to see fireworks? Err…. No. I could see the fireworks from the comfort of my couch. No crowds. And I could wear my sweats! Although I did have a killer NYE outfit I was planning on wearing. But the morning of the 31st of December, the last day of 2013, I woke up absolutely NOT in the mood to partay away and enjoy New years. Shoot me. I was having a bad morning. The bad morning progressed as my mother told me that the South African group was planning to all go see the fireworks at the Burj Al Arab from the beach. Don’t get me wrong. It sounded like a nice idea. To just sit back, stroll on the beach, pitch camp and enjoy New Years with people you love!

News flash.

I didn’t exactly ‘love’ that South African group yet…  Don’t get me wrong, the girls and I got along just fine! In fact we even had our own BBM group which consisted of Saffiyah, Taskeen, Layyah Camila, Laila and I. We would just talk rubbish all day long. But then the girls started to discuss plans for New Years night. The Ameen’s were gone to South Africa for a wedding so Saffiyah and Taskeen were out of the picture. That just left four of us. I didn’t mind spending time with Layyah… But with Layyah you get her obnoxious annoying weird brother Luqmaan. No thanks, I’d pass up the opportunity to see his face at all costs!

And then there were the Bobats, who had a perfect view of the Burj Al Arab from their hotel room as it was right next to each other. So they were staying put. Uzair called and told me to come. I told him I was feeling sick and that I wouldn’t come. He pushed it a bit further but could see that I was in no mood to leave the house. He let me be. Then it was Fatimah’s turn. At first I gave her the cold shoulder. I loved my Best friend, but seriously, she was in Dubai for 2 weeks only. She was going to be leaving in a few days, and then I was only going to see her in months!

FATIMAH: Oh come on Yasmeen stop being like this

ME: Me?! This is so NOT my fault I am SO sorry if I want to spend just a little more time with my best friend. But obviously she is too busy with her boyfriend!

FATIMAH: Hey! What about you?!?! Spending SO MUCH TIME with UZAIR!

ME: What rubbish! I don’t ever see him! You see Zayaan like, EVERYDAY! And anyways if I remember correctly I’ve only spent TWO DAYS with Uzair…

FATIMAH: (sighing) I’m sorry! Okay, Let’s just get over this! I admit that I have been neglecting you and babes, I. Am. Sorry. Make me maaferz Yasoooo!

ME: You know I’m not one to hold grudges. Idiot, all’s forgiven! (Laughing)

FATIMAH: What you doing for tonight?? Come by us! We all going to be sitting in the room, staring out the window waiting for the fireworks! How amazing is that (laughing)

ME: Quite amazing! Much more exciting than my night!

FATIMAH: So then come by us! Uzzi said you said no!?

ME: I’m not really in the mood to go out the house Fatz…. Like I Just wanna sit in my sweats and watch TV and eat junk food…

FATIMAH: This better not be you slipping into some kinda depression???

ME: Nopes! It’s more like me being moody and…err…. ‘On my time’

FATIMAH: Say no more (laughing) YES! It’s for the better that moody Raheem is at home when she explodes for no reason how she very often does when she’s ‘on her time’!

ME: Oh shurrup (laughing) Have fun tonight! Don’t be kissing too many people at midnight eh…

FATIMAH: You don’t be kissing too many teddy bears either!! (Laughing) Speak to ya later babe!

ME: Mwaah, salaams

But still the Bobat clan did not give up! An hour after Fatimah, Nuha called! Now this was a tricky situation… She was Nuha Bobat. When she wanted something, she sure as hell got it! Whether she had to go through hurricane Katrina, she was going to get it! So to avoid her talking my ear off and lecturing me for being an unsociable little butt face on the phone, I just let the phone ring

And ring

And ring

And ring

And ring

That girl had a lot of time! After about 7 missed calls she stopped phoning and instead BB’d me, still lecturing me about how I was being stupid to spend New Year’s on my own… I smiled, and didn’t reply. Oh well,

New Year’s Resolution: Start getting my point across to Nuha Bobat and not feel pressurised!

So while my mother was busy prepping her little picnic basket for their midnight New Year ’s Eve picnic at the beach with all the other South Africans, I sat in my room planning my lonesome night ahead. I made it my mission to prove the universe wrong. I, Yasmeen Raheem, was going to stay at home and NOT go out. I will defeat the universal rule of having to go out on NYE’s! I felt ridiculous sitting in my room, mapping out my boring night ahead. The plan was basically to watch series until half 11. Then I was going to watch the fireworks on TV. Scream ‘happy New Years’ to the empty house that I was going to be in! I mean, even our maid had plans for NEW YEARS!? Is that crazy or what? Then I got to the part of what I was going to eat while watching my series…I decided on Baskin Robbins chocolate chip ice cream, with those delicious cookies my mother had been buying from Spinneys. Of course, I needed more sugar to numb the lonesome. CHOCOLATE! Or even better…. CHOCOLATE PANCAKES! Yes, yes, I think there was definitely enough sugar in my plan for me to just completely forget I was alone.

Thinking of being alone and being lonesome, it reminded me of Tariq, and the time I told him that he was the exception.

************ FLASHBACK************

ME: Yes! Because lonesome is the best way to go about this!!! (Big fake cheesy smile)

TARIQ: Oh reeeeallly?! (Nudging me) So then should I leave you alone ‘Ms.lonesome’?

ME: Naah (nudging him back) you’re an exception to that saying…

************ FLASHBACK************

And right then, I didn’t mind being with him. He was most probably invited to Zainab’s party. The party I was also invited to. The party I was not allowed to go to! I was still going to respect my mother’s wishes. The last thing I wanted was to start 2014 badly by getting myself into BIG trouble by sneaking out the house. But I was still holding onto this smaaaaall hope, this smaaaaaall possibility that Tariq would not be going to the party. Oh well, a girl could dream. But there was only one way to find out. I phoned him.

He didn’t pick up.

I phoned him again.

Still no answer

The third time it went to answering machine. I was about to give up and throw my phone across the room…when my phone started vibrating!

ME: Tariq!

TARIQ: Sorrrrrry! I didn’t have my phone on me. Zaheer had it.

ME: Oh.

TARIQ: Yeah, we were just getting some stuff for Zainab from Spinneys. And he had it.

ME: Oh.

TARIQ: So is that what you called me for…. (Laughing) To ‘oh’ me?

ME: (smiling) Noo…. Well I was just asking if you’re going to Zainab’s… But I see you clearly are.

TARIQ: Yeah. NEW YEARS!! 2013 went by so quickly!

ME: Yeah, very quick…

TARIQ: So, will I be seeing you tonight Ms.Yasmeen?

ME: Wish you were, but my rentals said no!

TARIQ: What?! Why??

ME: (sighing) Loooong boring story.

TARIQ: Wait…so then why’d you call?

ME: Nothing, really its nothing. Go enjoy your night!

TARIQ: Yazz, tell me…

ME: Well…. I was just holding onto this small teeny tiny possibility that you weren’t going to Zainab’s.

TARIQ: And why is that?

Tariq was a VERY honest person. I might as well be as honest as he was with me. So I told him how I turned down all other New Year’s invites because I was in no mood to party

ME: So basically…I’m a moody little git that doesn’t want to be around anyone!

TARIQ: Correction, you want to be around me.

ME: Correct (laughing) It’s weird. But it doesn’t matter. Go enjoy your New Years. Don’t get too drunk.

TARIQ: (laughing) I don’t drink! I can’t stand the smell of alcohol. Why is it weird?

ME: (sighing) Cause I’ve known you for the shortest amount of time but I’m willing to spend New Year’s with you and not my best friend..

TARIQ: And why is that?

ME: Cause you’re an individual. Fatimah is going to be with all the Bobat’s and they’re a big group. Same with the South Africans. They’re both groups of people. You’re just one person, with SO many personalities you feel as if 10 million people are that (laughing)

TARIQ: Hmmmm………..….Compliment or insult?

ME: Both! (Laughing)  Go! Go enjoy your evening! Don’t worry about me, I find solace in ice cream! And pizza…and pancakes!

TARIQ: Ah! A food lover I see. Just like me!

ME: I am pretty sure you don’t eat as much as I do!

TARIQ: Oh yes I do! In fact I am pretty sure I eat more!

ME: Let me guess….your metabolism is freakishly high?!

TARIQ: That…. and I also gym

ME: Ah, I see

TARIQ: Yazz, where do you live?

ME: Umm…. Why?

TARIQ: Don’t worry! I won’t stalk you (laughing) I want to drop something off.

ME: A gift! You shouldn’t have

TARIQ: I didn’t. (laughing)

ME: Then what are you coming to drop off?

TARIQ: You’ll see!

And then the line went dead. But I hadn’t even given him my address!! Eh, that boy! I really didn’t expect a ‘gift’ to come as he had no idea where I lived, so I didn’t anticipate any visitors for the remainder of the last day of 2013. By 8 o’clock my parents and Armaan left to go to someones house for a brai. The South African group would go to the beach from there. I wished them all the best in those crowds. In return my mother told me I better not try ‘anything’…

ME: Mummy, don’t worry I won’t sneak out the house and go to Zainab’s!

MUM: And if you want to leave the house because you want to go by the Bobat’s just phone me first and let me know… Okay?

ME: Gee mummy! Now GO! Enjoy the fireworks!

And then they were gone! The house was quiet…Well not actually. I could hear cars blasting music from outside, so I went onto my balcony and watched over the parade of cars with their music blasting and the people inside, all psyched for New Years. I only came back in when I heard the doorbell. It was probably my mother forgetting her phone or forgetting something else. She was always forgetting stuff. I opened the door. But it wasn’t my mother

ME: Err…what are you doing here?

TARIQ: Here to drop off a gift.

ME: (looking around) How….I mean…how did you get here?

TARIQ: There’s this thing called cars. More specifically taxi’s.  Not even going to invite me inside eh Yazz?

He didn’t even wait for an invitation. Tariq just walked straight into my house. I was still standing by the door, my mouth hanging in a huge O! How did he get here?! As in, how did he know my address?!?

TARIQ: It’s a nice place you got here! Very big….and modern…and very smart!

ME: Thanks…. Now how did you get my address?

TARIQ: I tracked your number (big smile)

JOKES!  (Laughing)

Geez you should’ve see your face! It was priceless

Seriously, I’m not a stalker. I got it from Zaheer.

ME: Oh

TARIQ: Why is it that whenever I bring Zaheer up, all you say is ‘oh’?

ME: Because that low life scum bag doesn’t deserve any more words than ‘oh’. It’s a simple, 2 letter word!

TARIQ: Ah, I see…

ME: Soo where’s my present?

TARIQ: It’s right here!

ME: Where? I don’t see it?

TARIQ: One knight in shining armour, at your doorstep ma’am (saluting to me)

ME: Huh? Whaaat?! I am so confuzzled Tar!

TARIQ: Allow me to clarify… You, ‘the damsel in distress’ are not allowed to attend Zainab’s party. I ‘the knight in shining armour’ will take you out of your misery, whisk you away in my pumpkin carriage, and absolutely KILL New Year’s Eve with you! (smiling) What do you say?

ME: I say ……….you are absolutely crazy!!! And you’ve bloody lost your mind!!

TARIQ: (laughing) And I say that I think you should get out of those sweats, and put on something….. ‘Pretty’! (wink)

ME: (looking at him quizzically) Wait? You’re seriously being serious?

TARIQ: (laughing) Yes I am seriously being serious! You still owe me a day remember!? So you can’t even say no! Today is the Day Yasmeen Raheem! In fact, I’m letting you off easy. You owe me 24 hours, but I will accept a mere 4 hours with you… (Wink)

ME: Well it’ll be 3 hours by the time I’m ready!

TARIQ: Well then you better hurry up! Go! Yallah (nudging me)

I sprinted up the stairs, taking them 2 at a time! Luckily I had planned out a NYE outfit even though I wasn’t planning on wearing it. It was, if I say so myself, GORGEOUS (mashallah)! I was wearing a black top under this totes adorable patterned satin jacket I bought from Mango. I paired it with my white jeans from Zara. I slipped on my bershka lace pumps and took my long strap bag that could just about fit my phone, wallet and lippie. My canon camera was hanging around my neck. I didn’t care where we were going! I was definitely going to take pictures and remember this New Year’s Eve, wherever it may be. With whoever it may be with…

ME: Ready!!

TARIQ: Wow that was quick!

ME: Its cause I had my outfit planned from like the week before!

TARIQ: Ah, well you are looking… (Smiling)….. smashing Yazz.

ME: You’re not looking so bad yourself Tar! Now come on we are so going to get stuck in traffic.

TARIQ: Hold your horses you eager beaver…

ME: Horses AND beavers… by any chance are you a farm boy? (nudging him)

TARIQ: Do you think farm boys own thousand dollar Tods shoes?! I think not (wink)

ME: Oooooh show off (nudging him)

TARIQ: (sigh) Are you always this annoying?

ME: Ouch! That was hurtful Tar… And yes I am! Get used to it.

TARIQ: (smiling) Would you like to get into the taxi Yazz? (Opening the door)

ME: So sweet you held the door open! Thank you Mr ‘thousand dollar shoes’ (wink)

TARIQ: (rolling his eyes) Jealous much?

ME: Very!  By the way, where are we going?

TARIQ: It’s a surprise!

As we got into the taxi, I realised that I had to phone my mother. But what was I going to tell her? I couldn’t tell her I was going out alone with a guy. Of course I trusted Tariq, but my mother had NO clue who he was. And he was definitely NOT Uzair or Zaheer. She didn’t know him, his family or his background. God, this was already a recipe for disaster.

ME: What am I going to tell her Tar?!

TARIQ: Just tell her you went to a different beach to see the fireworks.

ME: You think she’ll buy it? I really don’t want to lie to her ….

TARIQ: I’m still keeping it a surprise, but the beach is partially part of the night planned ahead. So technically you are not lying.

ME: (laughing) That sounds confusing… Let me just give her a call.

So I phoned my mother. First time she never pick up

I phoned again

And Again

And again

Still no answer. I just resorted to BBM’ing her.

ME: Slaams mummy! I decided to have my own little picnic :D Without you’ll! Went to a diff beach to see the fireworks. Tried calling you but you weren’t picking up… See you later  slaams

It was easier to lie and type than to phone. The car ride was quiet. I could see the taxi driver was driving towards the Marina, which was also quite close to JBR, but then we got stuck in traffic. Surprisingly, in the middle of traffic Tariq just opened his door! Before getting off he paid the driver and looked at me

TARIQ: We’ll be in traffic ALL day! Might as well walk… The weather is lovely. (holding out his hand for me to take) Shall we?

ME: You’re making me walk Tar! Not cool bro… (Taking his hand) We shall.

There wasn’t much walking to the place Tar was taking me to. I was going to FREAK if he took me to the beach by JBR! My shoes were so NOT beach shoes! Luckily the ‘surprise’ destination was in a building.

ME: Do you live here?

TARIQ: (nodding his head) No, my dad owns quite a lot of properties in Dubai. Most of them we rent out but this one,  he decided to keep. He lets me use it as my…..

ME: As your?

TARIQ: Trying to get the right word for it…

ME: Man cave?

TARIQ: (laughing) Yeah, something like a ‘man cave’, only it’s not stereotypically messy. Everything has a place so it’s clean and tidy. I’m a bit of a neat freak

ME: (speaking sarcastically) No! You don’t say! The guy in crisp white shorts with his hair perfectly combed back…..…says he’s a neat freak?! Shocker (nudging him)

TARIQ: I actually enjoy this annoying side of you (smiling sideward)

ME: I take that as a compliment….

So how much more walking till we’re at your apartment/man cave thingy?

TARIQ: Well it’s this building, (looking up) but the lift ride might take a while, I have the penthouse at the top!

ME: (looking up) Like….at the TOP?! Like the very very veeerry TOP?!

TARIQ: (laughing) Are you afraid of heights??

ME: YES! Very much so Tar!!!

TARIQ: (laughing even harder) Well then I promise you it’s worth the view! We’ll see the beach and the Atlantis fireworks from my apartment.

ME: (sighing) Well if you promise (holding out my pinkie) But you’re going to have to pinkie promise…

TARIQ: I pinkie promise, Yasmeen Raheem, that it’s worth it! Now come on!

So we entered into the building and travelled up the lift, which really did take ages! Or it felt like ages! And the amount of stops we had to make for people to get on and get off…. I was just finally glad when Tariq said we were finally there

ME: Oh thank GOD! I was getting elevator sickness!

TARIQ: (rolling his eyes) Drama queen! (Smiling) It’s this apartment, let me just get the key.

He unlocked the door and opened it. Pitch black. With a switch of a button the whole room sprang to life. Neat, clean, modern, manly, yet stylish, and decorated for an occasion. Wait…. What?! There were party poppers and these funky New Year’s Eve glasses along with these party hats!! And….and there was cake! And a tub of Baskin Robbins on the kitchen counter along with what looked like… like pancakes!!!

I

Was

In

Shock

Did Tariq go and buy all of this?! I turned to face him….

TARIQ: Ta-raaaaaaaaaaaaa! Happy New Year’s Yazz!

ME: What?! I mean…. You did all of this?

TARIQ: Just a few bits and bobs to make this New Year’s even better.

ME: I mean….. Cake! You bought cake! And….and Ice cream! And….and those cute little party poppers! (Smiling) You really outdid yourself!

TARIQ: Naaah, this was nothing! I did this in like…what…an hour? Imagine if I had a full day’s notice! (wink)

ME: (smiling) Imagine…

TARIQ: Go check out the view, the balcony door is open.

I walked over and even before I opened the door I could the crowds of people down below on the JBR walk. The crowds of people created a very vibrant loud energetic atmosphere. It was nice. And the view. Holy sheesh kebabs….. the view over looked EVERYTHING! Well that’s exaggerating just a wee bit, but you could see all the way till the Atlantis! So the view, compared to mines, was really something….

This New Year’s Eve was going to be spectacular!

NYE Outfit!

NYE Outfit!

Pancakes  ♥

Pancakes ♥

HOUMUS ♥♥♥

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Okay, so I will selfishly use this blog to send a BIG FAT BIRTHDAY wish to my homie HOUMUS! :D ;) :P  

Habibti…

My love…

To the greatest LANA DEL RAY fan that ever lived… 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! :D  :D  :D  :D  :D  

 *tYpInG LiKe tHiS CaUsE I KnOw YoU LOVE iT* ;)

There are SO many other names I could call you *wink wink* But unfortunately if I use your…… er….. ‘code name’ people will obviously be hating on you!!! 

So sweetie, FEEL VERY SPECIAL THAT I AM POSTING THIS POST!!!

FOR YOU 

Soo enjoooooooy the birthday, Birthday Girl! Partay away! Don’t get too high on donuts! Forget your diet and go CRAY CRAY! ♥ xoxo

(P.S. Birthday wishes from AV) :P

(P.S.S. Don’t be hyperventilating when you see the Lana picture *sigh* you really need to go to a mental hospital) ;)

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Part 82- JET SKI’S!

TROIS! TROIS! TROIS!  ;) And keeping up with this very sunnah number 3, I just realised I’ve been blogging for the past 3 months and still going strong, thanks to you awesome sauce people! :P Soo, I would just like to take the time to thank all of you for the support and love you guys give me! From the readers that have stuck with DOAD from the very beginning, to the newbies and future readers of DOAD, THANK YOU *hugs and kisses*  And THIS POST, my fellow lovelies, marks the end of 2013!!! :D *fireworks in the background* :D HAPPY NEW YEARS TO ALL! Hope you all have a wonderful blessed year ahead of you! :) Much Love DOAD  *trois trois trois*

Jet Ski's

Jet Ski’s

Smile :)

Smile :)

Jet skiing! Nuha was a genius! Seriously! Her therapy was the total opposite of a typical calm spa day. Instead we were going to hit the Dubai waters in style. On JET SKI’S! Uzair met us in the reception shortly after I phoned him. Zaheer and Ashley had vanished into thin air. Either they had seen me and made a mad dash, or they had plans. Nuha could see how angry I was. She buckled and told me the therapy plan and even allowed Uzair to come with…

ME: JET SKIING! Nuuuu you amazing person!

NUHA: I am quite amazing aren’t I!?

UZAIR: Yeah yea, scaredy cat. Let’s see if you actually get ON the jet ski (nudging Nuha)

NUHA: I’ll prove you wrong! You just wait and see Bobat!

ME: How does that even work? You’re also ‘Bobat’ but you’re going to call him ‘Bobat’. Imagine if ALL ‘Bobats’ called each other ‘Bobat’? Wouldn’t that be comical?! (Laughing)

NUHA: Rahem. Shurrup! (giving me  a hug)

We walked down to the beach kiosk where the water sports were

UZAIR: Wait, so where you saw Zaheer?

ME: In the reception. With that chick from school.

NUHA: So is that the girl he cheated on you with?

ME: No. I don’t even know who the girl is. I just call her ‘Joburg Girl’

NUHA: (laughing) ‘Joburg Girl’, how very original Yas…

We got strapped into our life jackets and jumped onto the jet ski’s. There were only 2 jet ski’s so we had to take turns. Nuha and I went first. And. It. Was. AMAZING! The water was cold but the sun was shining bright with a cool breeze in the air. Basically the weather was gorgeous! Next, Nuha and Uzair went. Uzair jet ski’d like a maniac! Seriously, he was all over the place, with this wicked smile on his face. His facial expression was so cute! Like a kid, playing with a new toy, that was Uzair. I was just enjoying the sunlight and the sand so when it was my turn, I opted to not go

UZAIR: Yas, the jet ski awaits you!

ME: Naa, I just wanna sit here and chill

UZAIR: No. Go!

ME: No. YOU go!

NUHA: Eh, while you two argue about who’s going, I’m going!!

And she was gone! Well she conquered her water sporting fears very quickly! Uzair took off his life jacket and plopped him self down on the sand next to me

UZAIR: (nudging my shoulder) What you say?

ME: What I say?

UZAIR: (shrugging his shoulders) I dunno. You look deep in thought

ME: (nodding my head) Just admiring the great endless ocean waters…

I turned my head slighlty to look at Uzair. He looked at me. A small strand of hair had escaped from my hat. He reached out, and as swiftly as he could, tucked that strand of hair back under. I smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder, wanting to freeze that moment and keep it forever

ME: (swallowing the lump forming in my throat) Uzair. I needa tell you something

UZAIR: (snaking his arm around my waist, pulling me closer) Shoot

ME: (sighing, speaking fast) Ithinkyoushouldstartdatingagain

I had to tell him. I had to make sure he knew that he and I would not date again. He was too precious for me to loose.

UZAIR: (looking at me quizically) Come again?

ME: (sighing) You need to get back into the dating game. I think you should start dating again (biting my lip)

UZAIR: (running his fingers through his hair) Umm….Err… (Cracking his neck) I don’t really know ….what to say to that.

ME: Say yes (turning to face him) Say you’ll do it! Say you’ll be open minded, and that you’ll think about it.

I held his gaze for a really long time until we were interuppted

‘Yaz’

It was Zainab

ME: Hey Zay

ZAINAB: Heey! Why didn’t you tell me you were here?

ME: What? At the beach? Wasn’t actually supposed to come. Last minute plans

ZAINAB: Aah, I see

ME: I think I saw Ashley earlier on?

ZAINAB: Yeah she and Zee went to get Starbucks (rolling eyes) Then Zee goes and chucks his cup into the water! (Laughing)

ME: (smiling) Aah, well……what a litter bug?

I didn’t know what else to say! I was trying to compromise. Uzair looked at me as if to say ‘smooth move bro’ I just shrugged my shoulders…

Uzair looked at me.

ME: Zainab this is Uzair. Uzair, Zainab.

UZAIR: Hi how ya doin?

ZAINAB: Good and you? Is this your cousin Yaz?

ME: No, he’s my…. Umm…. Umm…. (looking at Uzair)

UZAIR: (supressing a laugh) I’m your….

ME: He’s my…. Err….

UZAIR: (laughing) I’m her ex boyfriend. Also her best guy friend, her other half and future husband (winks at me)

ME: (speechless expression) Umm…

ZAINAB: Awww, oh my god! Yazmeen he is SO cute! And such a keeper!

ME: (looking at Uzair) I guess he is (ruffling his hair)

UZAIR: Is that so… Because 5 minutes ago you were busy telling me to date other girls (raising his eyebrows at me)

ZAINAB: (sitting down next to me) Yaz, why would you say that?! He’s gorgeous and so sweet! Seems much nicer then Zee

ME: (laughing) Woah, since when did this become 2 against one?! You both cant gang up on me!  (looking at Uzair)

UZAIR: Zainab, just tell this friend of yours to not make the biggest mistake of her life by letting me go (wink) Cause… Ya know… I’m gorgeous. And amazing. And sweet. (Nudging me)

ME: Yeeah yeeah suure (nudging him back)

‘Zainab?’

We all turned to look at who was behind us. It was Ashley. She was standing in between 2 guys, Zaheer and Indian Dan

ZAINAB: Oh hey! Sorry, I bumped into Yaz and we just got talking (smiling)

ASHLEY: Oh, well we were just wondering where you were

INDIAN DAN: Yeah babe. Not cool… Just ditching me (sitting down next to Zainab)

Oh great! Now that half the paki crew was sitting with Uzair and I, I was just HOPING Zah and Ashley wouldn’t plop themselves by us. Fortunately Nuha came…

NUHA: Heey! Ooh I see we have company. Hi, I’m Nuha (sitting opposite Zainab)

ZAINAB: Hey! I’m Zainab, and this ugly fellow here is Daniel, aka Indian Dan!

INDIAN DAN : Heeeey! She’s just jealous she doesn’t have my smexy looks (winks at Zainab)

NUHA: (laughing) Aww, you guys are soo cute! (Looking up at Ashley) why don’t you guys sit down?

I did an inward groan. Really?! Was Nuha trying to HELP or trying to create a horror scene!!

ASHLEY: Err… No that’s fine (smiling) we were just going to carry on walking

UZAIR: (pulling me even closer to him to prove a point) No noo sit down! Chill out. Emjoy the view of the endless ocean (winks at me)

ME: (laughing) Stealing my line Bobat? (looking into his eyes to avoid all eye contact with Zaheer)

UZAIR: It was just SUCH  a good line…. I had to use it (kisses me on my forehead)

ZAINAB: (laughing) Yaz, are you sure he’s your EX?!

INDIAN DAN: Wait, he’s your EX boyfriend….and you guys are….

ME: (finishing his sentence) not dating? Yes, we’re not dating.

UZAIR:  I may not be her boyfriend, but I am definitely her other half (smiling half a smile looking at me)

Ashley and Zaheer who were still standing began to shuffle their feet uncomfortably.

ME: Are you suuure you don’t want to sit down? ( tilting my head with an innocent smile) Your legs might hurt from standing for too long.

But it was Zaheer that answered that. He grabbed Ashleys hand quite viscously and said

ZAHEER: No, we’re fine. Come on Ash

And with that they left. Uzair looked at me, gave me his million dollar smile and kissed me on my cheek

UZAIR: We did gooooood

ME: (laughing) We did reeeeeeeeal gooood! (kissing him on his cheek)

ZAINAB: I am so confused!

UZAIR: (looking at Zainab and Dan) You guys can chill with us if you want. I’m going up to the room, catch the highlights of the match.

INDIAN DAN: Match!!! You mean the footie match?! Dude, I am THERE!

ZAINAB: (rolling her eyes) Boys and their football!

 I thought it might be awkward with Dan and Zainab not knowing Uzair. But it wasn’t! Instead the guys retreated to the suite room to watch the soccer/football while Nuha, Zainab and I went to have tea downstairs. First we went upstairs to dry up. Uzair and I still hand’t fully finished our conversation to do with him ‘dating other girls’. But it’d have to wait. It was tea time with the girls!

NUHA: Soo, Zainab, you and Yasmeen are in school together? Tell me… Was she a TOTAL nerd. When she first came?

ME: Nuha!

ZAINAB: (laughing) Nerd…  not really. She was just REALLY quiet! But then I guess she got use to our crazy paki crew!

NUHA: Yeah, the infamous ‘paki crew’ (laughing) how does one even come up with that name?

ZAINAB: Simple. Most of us are paki.. And we’re a crew (smiling) but then you have the exception of Indian Dan, clearly a British Indian! Yasmeen, Raihaan and Zee are South African so…

NUHA: I’m sorry… Zee is?

ZAINAB: Zaheer. We all call him ‘Zee’.

NUHA: Aah, just like how you call yasmeen YAZ…  (looking at me and supressing a smile) So tell me how long have you been in Dubai for?

I felt like SUCH a third wheel. No offence to Nuu or Zainab, but I was seriously bored! I downed my cup of tea and pulled out my phone and BB’d Uzair

ME: Bored outta my mind! Please come save me :(

UZAIR: LOL! See this is why you should never leave me ;) where you?

ME: Coffee shop. I’m going to the bathroom. Meet you there :)x

UZAIR: Sounds good x

I put my phone away and cleared my throat

ME: Umm… Guys I’m just going to the bathroom

They both just nodded their heads and carried on talking about their lives.

I saw Uzair peaking his head around a column. I came around the other way to scare him

ME: BOO!

UZAIR: God! Wanna scare the living hell outta me Raheem?!!

ME:  (laughing) Aww, man up Bobat! Come on. I needa get outta here. Let’s go for a walk

UZAIR: A walk? It’s dark outside

ME: Dark…Aww is Uzzi scared of the dark (laughing)  It’s winter! The weather will be soooo nice! Come.

So we went walking outside. A proper walk on the beach. Just Uzair and I

ME: I just realised… I haven’t seen Fatz ALL day.

UZAIR: Aww, missing your BFF?

ME: Yes. I actually am (smiling) Tell Zayaand to lay off. (Linking my arm through his)

UZAIR: (laughing) Now you getting me involved in this…

Yas

ME: Yes?

UZAIR: I’ve been thinking bout what you said. About the dating thing…

ME: And?

UZAIR: And… (Swallowing and sighing) And I wanna know what made you suggest that? Like, why would you even think of that doll?

ME: I dunno, lots of things. You being here…..but also knowing that you’re going back to Durban. Remember when Ismaeel and I were talking? That day in the airport?

UZAIR: Yeah…

ME: We were talking about long distance relationships and stuff. Cause he dated this girl Camila in Dubai. And he was talking about you and me. And the possibility that long distance might work between us.

UZAIR: And what did YOU think? Think it’d work between us?

I just shrugged my shoulders

UZAIR: (stopping on the sand) Hey (turning me to face him) Look at me… (smiling)

ME: (looking up) Hi

UZAIR: So?

ME: No. (Sighing) I don’t think it would work for 2 reasons. First I need someone there! With me. Get what I mean? And second… you’re my ex. I mean, is it even healthy to re-date your ex’s?

UZAIR: (smiling half a smile) Well that was deep…. And I’m unsure about how ‘healthy’ dating an ex is (wrapping his arms around my waist) Enlighten me doll.

ME: Uzair…

UZAIR: Yasmeen…

ME: I’m serious

UZAIR: I’m also serious

ME: (raising my eyebrows) …

UZAIR: (sticking his tongue out at me) …

ME: (wrapping my arms around his neck) If you can’t beat em, join em!

UZAIR: (laughing) So you going to stop this nonsense about me dating other girls doll?!

ME: Oh HELL no! (Wink) Boiki, I’m telling you straight up now! I will not date you because….

UZAIR: Because why?

ME: Because because

UZAIR: Yasmeeeen….

ME: Uzaaaair… You still owe me an explanation!

UZAIR: An explanation? For what?

ME: That night… At the restaurant. You were telling me you would be with me whenever. And that you didn’t care what anyone thought. So I wanna know why…

UZAIR: God! You Raheem’s are SO stubborn (rolling his eyes)

ME: Yes. Yes we are. Now yallah. Tell me

UZAIR: (stroking my arm) Because…

ME: Because why?

UZAIR: Because… (Smiling sidewards) It’s obvious and undeniable that I … (stroking my face) I love you doll.

ME: (smiling) Well then, that’s also why I won’t date you. Because I love you. And care about you to much to just ‘date’ you. Get what I mean?

UZAIR: I’m getting what you meaning… (wink)

Fine!

(Sigh)

I’ll THINK…. I will THINK about dating other girls

ME: (shocked) Wait? Whaaaat?! (smiling) Seriously!

UZAIR: Don’t get too happy!

ME: What changed your mind?

UZAIR: You. You said you still love me (smiling)

ME: (Sticking my tongue out at him) I always have Bobat. Might even love you more than pizza

Nope!

Definitely not! Pizza is my first love (wink)

UZAIR: I can live with that (smiling half a smile)

Uzair & Yasmeen

Uzair & Yasmeen

Just Love ♥

Just Love ♥

Shout out to ”All my Zubaida in stilettos fans and to al my cuziz a happY 2014!”

Shout out to ”My craZy bro wh0 went to pee last year & came out this year ;) .! Love uu too :P .!! Xoxo HaAj
 
Shout out t0 ”My Barney B0o :P U take AwEs0mEneSs to a different level :P !! And U back with a BaNg! U Made my DaY & NyT :P .!! Now I owe u pancakes ;) aNd vn t0o ;) !! Xoxo HaAj”
Shout out to ”The person who is more than funny, more than sweet, more than kind, more than cute, more than all the greatest things in the world, she is even better than la, la land where all the sweets and candy and unicorns are and that is Miss Dubain. All I can say is happy new year to her and all the peepz that read the blog!! :D From Anonymous”
-Miss Anonymous, Happy new year to you to sweetie ;) xoxo From Miss Dubain

Part – 81 – HELP!

2….2….. Lucky number 2…. Here is the second last post that will EVER be posted…..in 2013 ;) Much Love DOAD ♥  xoxo

Beach Bag!

Beach Bag!

Beige dress

Beige dress

What to wear… What to wear… A hundred different options, I eventually settled on thisbeige and white long loose dress. It was a sunny day, but not scorching hot! Instead of a scarf I opted to shove all of my hair under my  cute sun hat I had bought on a trip to Thailand. Then it was time to butter my mother up to get her to drop me off at Jumeirah Beach Hotel…

ME: Mummmmmmmmmmmy…..

MUM: Yasmeeeeeeeeeeen…. You finally awake?

ME: Err yeah….

MUM: ….

ME: ….

MUM: Well go on! What you want?

ME: A lift PLEASE?!

MUM: (sigh) Of course. Now all your chummies are here you going to be gallivanting all over the place!

ME: Chummies? Please don’t use slang (shiver) It’s so…….. slangy!!

MUM: Don’t have an attitude with me missy. Come on, I’ll give you a lift quickly. Which mall they at?

ME: They at their hotel having a chilled out day by the pool. Swimming and stuff…

MUM: (rolling eyes) Swimming? In winter?

ME: Mummy, Dubai’s winter is a joke!

MUM: That’s true! Well hurry up, get ready!

Within 20 minutes I was with Nuha by the poolside area. Madame Bobat was busy sun bathing in her shorts and shirt. I, on the other hand, was flipping through a magazine in my dress. Very parda friendly compared to Nuha. Zayaan and Fatimah had gone for a walk on the beach. How very romantic, yet un-original. But cute. I didn’t mind being the single one between the 2 best friends. Nuha went into a full detailed story of how she and Omar met, how happy they are, the many lovey dovey stories of the countless sweet things he does for her  etc etc etc…….

NUHA: Err ma gosh! I almost forgot to ask, what happen with Zaheer???

ME: (shrugging my shoulders) Everything was okay. More than okay. (sighing) Then he goes to Joburg for a wedding. Cheats on me. Comes back. Tells me  he kissed another girl. We break up. Kallas.

Nuha sat there staring at me with her mouth in a big O

NUHA: WHAT!!!!!! WHEN was THIS!?!?! WHY did I NOT know about this!?!?! Raheem, you gotta LOT to explain!!!

ME: (shrugging my shoulders) You were happy with Omar. You finally trusted a guy Nuu. I didn’t want to rain on your parade with my break up…

NUHA: (giving me a hug) Aww, babe! You wouldn’t be raining on my parade! You’d be getting me into a very NASTY fight with that dirt bag Zaheer!

ME: (laughing) Well SEE! For his own safety I didn’t tell you, cause you would’ve whipped his butt!

NUHA: Too true! I would’ve. And then I would’ve thrown you one helluva therapy session to mend your broken heart!

ME: It’s healing (swallowing the lump in my throat) I think so….I hope so….

NUHA: Screw this! I’m throwing you a delayed therapy session NOW! Yallah! Le’go (grabbing my hand)

ME: What? Where we going?

NUHA: To see which costume of mine will fit you!

Oh god! I already knew this unknown idea was a crazy one! And to top it all, I was totally sure Nuha did NOT own a pair of shorts that was below the knee…. We burst into their suite room to see the Bobat boys along with Yusuf engrossed watching TV. Of course, some soccer match was on. Why else would they be staring at a TV screen! The cousins were all sharing a suite which was pretty cool to be honest. Nuha, being the only girl, got her own room. Zayaan was sharing with Uzair, Ridwaan with Ismaeel, and Ahmed was chucked on the couch. Shame, poor him.

Either way, their room was AMAZEBALLS! (Can’t believe I used that word) but it really was! They had gorgeous interior furniture, plush couches, a full glass dining table, and the bedrooms! Modern and classy were just a few words I could use to describe the place! It was very nice! The boys all looked at Nuha and I as we interrupted their soccer match. Uzair immediately smiled, hopped off the couch and walked over to me….

UZAIR: (hugging me) Hey there

ME: (hugging him back) Hi

UZAIR: When did you get here doll?

ME: Bout an hour ago. But…  (looking at the TV) I can see you boys are VERY busy!

UZAIR: Soccer! Even on holiday we can’t miss out on soccer .

ME: (smiling) Is that so? Well then I won’t keep you from your ‘soccer’…

NUHA: (screaming from her room) Yasmeen! Come here, I found the perfect shorts for you!!!

UZAIR: (eyeing me quizzically) Shorts?

ME: (nodding my head) I told Nuha about Zaheer. And noooooow Madame wants to give me a delayed therapy session to ‘mend my heart’.

UZAIR: Yeah, but that doesn’t explain the shorts?

ME: I dunno what she’s planning. But I need a swim costume. And as you can see… I don’t have one!

UZAIR: So you’re going to wear shorts?

ME: Do you just like saying the word ‘shorts’? (smiling)

UZAIR: (smiling a sidewards smile) Well, are you even comfortable wearing shorts?

ME: No, not really. But I don’t want to hurt Nuha’s feelings. You even know she won’t own anything over the knee…

UZAIR: I might just have a solution for you doll…. (screaming to Nuha) Nuu, I got the shorts situation sorted!

And with that Uzair held out his hand for me to hold. Then he led me through a hallway and into a room. I was guessing it was his and Zayaan’s room cause it was MESSY! Like very very VERY messy! Clothes thrown everywhere!

ME: My WORD! What erupted here?! This place is a pig style!

UZAIR: (laughing) Swear to god this was ALL Zay. He couldn’t decide what to wear, so he emptied his whole bag!

ME: Hmm… I see that (sitting on the bed) So, Mr. Problem fixer, what’s your solution?

UZAIR: (going through his draw) It’s here…. Some where…. One second Yas,  There we go! Found it (smiling)

ME: What’s that?

UZAIR: Swimming pants!

ME: Yeah, YOUR swimming pants. I aint wearing dude swim shorts!

UZAIR: Firsty, they aren’t ‘shorts’ doll. They cover your knee. And secondly, they not dude shorts…

ME: Come again?

UZAIR: (sigh) Don’t laugh! My mother went to gateway…. And then (smiling) and then she bought me swim pants. But they were girls!

ME: (trying not to laugh) Serious?

UZAIR: Do NOT laugh! (Smirking)

ME: (laughing) But I mean (laughing) Your mother bought you GIRL swim pants!!! (Laughing) Take the hint Uzzi (wink) She wanted a daughter…

UZAIR: (sitting down next to me) Shurrup! (Nudging me) Here, take the shorts! They new, you think I’m going to prance around in chick shorts. Go enjoy your therapy, but please if Nuha gets Cray cray then gimme a call. I’ll come be your knight in shining armour (wink)

ME: (nudging him back) I’ll keep that in mind.

I went into the bathroom tried on the shorts. They fit perfecto! And they were plain balck. Even better! Aunty Salma was seriously a lifesaver! Saved me from wearing Nuha’s colourful short shorts.  Nuha knocked on the door and passed me a swim top. I was set for this mystery therapy session!

ME: Soooo where we going?

NUHA: You’ll see! Put sunblock on. Ooh and leave all your stuff here. It’s going to be a bumpy ride (wink) We’ll get towels from reception.

ME: (waving to the boys who were still watching TV) BYE BOYS!

We left the room and walked through reception. Nuha still being tight lipped about where we were going. She asked the guy at the counter for 2 towels, but while waiting for it she turned around and did a double take on a random couple that was walking towards the beach.
At least, I thought it was a random couple until I saw who it was…

NUHA: Hey, isn’t that Zaheer? And who is he with? Some gori chick?

I turned around. Sure nuff it was Zaheer. And who was he with. Non other than Ashley Jones. But before I could get depressed, or jealous or sad. I let my anger take over! I stormed over to the hotel phones and called up the one person who I knew wouldn’t mind putting on a show for that bloody waste of time Zaheer!

ME: Hey, remember how you said you’d come help me out if I ever needed the help? Well……… I need the help!

HELP!

HELP!

Part 80 – Dating Game

Stay tuned for more! In spirit of the last day of 2013, there will be 3 posts today! :D Including a 2014 midnight post! Much Love DOAD xoxo

P.S. This post is dedicated to one helluva crazy flamingo, pancake flipping family that I have never met! ;)

ME: Wait…. What?! You….and Haaj… Are RELATED?!

RIDWAAN: (laughing) Why you looking so surprised?

ME: You’ll look NOTHING alike! Like absolutely worlds apart! Nada zilch zippo!

RIDWAAN: (laughing) She looks more like my elder sister and I look like my other sister

ME: How many sisters you got?! Well…. you can’t blame me. You’ll seriously look nothing alike!

RIDWAAN: We get that a LOT! And I have 3 sisters

ME: Haaj is really pretty!

RIDWAAN: Hmm… Should I be offended by that? (Smiling side wards)

ME: (laughing) Maaf, I never mean it like that. (smiling) But then how are you related to the Boabts?

RIDWAAN: (sighing) Your memory is really quite appaling! (smiling) Remember when I first met you, I explained my surname was Omarjee because Uzairs father and my mother were siblings.

ME: Ooooooh, yes I remember that! Makes sense now. (laughing) I’m known for my incredibly bad memory so forgive me!

RIDWAAN: With eyes like yours its hard not to forgive you…

Was Ridwaan Omarjee (UZAIR’S FIRST COUSIN) flirting with me!? I was …. Flattered. Not grossed out at all. Ridwaan was a nice guy. Would I date him? No, that just might cause politics between Uzair and him and I DEFINITELY was not the kind of person that wanted to wreck family ties. Plus he lived in another country. And it would upset Uzair. So for those 2 reasons I accepted the flirt as ‘friendly flirting’.

ME: Aww thanks. But the Bobat’s are the real lucky ones. Green eyes and all that!

RIDWAAN: (laughing) Ti’s a shame I didn’t end up with the green eyes

ME: Naah, you got the other features that are quite profound… Hey, if you’re in Dubai then where’s Haaj?

RIDWAAN: She’s coming in a week. With my parents. They had to attend some function thing.

TAXI DRIVER: Madame we here.

I paid the taxi driver, got out the car but just before I slammed the door shut I thanked Ridwaan.

ME: Thanks again Riddi. For everything…

RIDWAAN: Well it was a pleasure to escort you home Yasmeen Raheem.

ME: You Bobats! Your manners are impecible.. I’ll see you guys later today, salaams

And I left. I made my way up to my room. Jumped onto my bed. And went into the land of rainbows, cotton candy and unicorns…

I woke up to my phone ringing in my ears. Urgh, Fatimah!  Only it wasn’t Fatimah, it was Tariq

ME: (in a groggy sleepy voice) Hello

TARIQ: (enthusiastically) Yazmeen! Wait, are you sleeping?

ME: Mm…… Not anymore.

TARIQ: Did I wake you?

ME: (smiling) Yes, but its fine. Whatsup?

TARIQ: Nothing really… Question, why are you sleeping at 3 in the afternoon?

ME: (jumping up) What?! It’s 3!?!?!

TARIQ: Err…. Yes! (Laughing)

ME: Oh woospies! What a waste of a day for me. I had an early morning. Went to pick up……. Fatimah’s boyfriend from the airport this morning.

TARIQ: Ah! I see. Soo are you going to be tres busy this week?

ME: Why do you ask Mr.Tariq?

TARIQ: Well remember how you owed me that one day…

ME: Mhmm…. I do remember that.

TARIQ: So I’m just making sure you didn’t forget. (Laughing lightly)

ME: Course I didn’t! Tell me when and where and I’ll be there! Just…. Not today. Got plans

TARIQ: Busy lady I see. I won’t take up any more of your time. Bye Yazz

ME: See ya round Tariq!

And the line went dead. I dropped my head back into my pillow. It was sweet. Being liked by guys. It was totally wrong, a waste of my time, but sweet nontheless. I let my mind drift back to the days in grade 3 when I  thoughts boys were gross! And sweaty! And ugly! And how I would CRINGE at the thought of even touching one. But now, look how it all changed…

I had dated a perfect Mr.Right. I wasn’t loyal to that Mr.Right.

I dated the bad boy. I got me heart broken by that same bad boy.

Maybe it was time I didn’t ‘date’. Instead, I could just enjoy spending time with guys. Friendly quality time with guys, who were just friends. Like Ridwaan for example. That wasn’t a problem. He stayed in another country so it would always be friendly. And Tariq was basically as honest as honest gets! He said he understood that I didn’t want anything ‘official’ or ‘heavy’. I smiled knowing that either way, with or with out Zaheer, I would hopefully be alright. There was just the problem of Uzair…

Uzair Uzair Uzair, as much as I wanted to date him. I knew I couldn’t. We couldn’t. Because at the end of the day he was an EX. My EX. He was an example of my past. A  lesson. Something I had to learn from. I learnt that I couldn’t date Uzair. Sure, when we were dating we were amazingly happy together. But it takes more than just ‘happiness’ to make a relationship work. I screwed up, I wasn’t loyal. And somehow Uzair found it i his big heart to just forgive me and look past my flaws and still accept me. That boy was worth a lot. He didn’t deserve to just be ‘dated’ and be someones boyfriend He needed to be treasured.

I had made up my mind.

I would not date Uzair Bobat! In fact, I would do quite the opposite.

It was my turn to give him my blessing to date other girls. Uzair was a big boy, but he needed that extra push for him to date. And HELL NO was he going to date some messed up ‘Yumna’ type like Ms.Karodia. Noo. Noo. Noo. Uzair Bobat was going to date a stunning, amazingly sweet, totally adorable, fun, loving girl! And I was going to make sure he found this special girl. Soon.

Ofcourse, he didn’t have to go marry her…cause like… I said I wouldn’t ‘date‘ Uzair. But who knew….maybe in 4/5 years we could end up samoosa running into each other.

But that was way into the future!

For now, Uzzi deserved a special girl after all the crap he’s been through. So with a new mission in mind, I jumped outta bed, into the shower and for once I felt really happy! Happy that Uzair and them were in Dubai. Happy that I didn’t have to stress about the ‘leading man in my life’ because….I didn’t have one! And I was learning to be happy without having a guy! And to top all of that, I even had a way to get Uzzi back into the dating game!

Grade 3: Boys...UGH!

Grade 3: Boys…UGH!

Uzair....Treasure...

Uzair….Treasure…

Shout out to “Raemo for being the best cuzi a girl cud have&  to my henna banana?! for being my bestie (aka yas and fats)! Love you guys to the moon and back ..Xxnabz”

Part 79 – Dubai Airport

Heyoooo! How is err’ones holiday going? I’ve been a bit all over the place with posts lately, sozz for that! Anyway HERE is part 79! Shout outs will be on post 80. Much Love DOAD ♥ Xoxo

Still broken... Still betrayed...

Still broken… Still betrayed…

Penguin Walking

Penguin Walking ♥

 

I wanted to duck. To hide. To just not be seen. But why? Wasn’t this the perfect place to show Zaheer that I was totally and completely over him? But that would be lying. Because I was still hurting over the betrayal. And if I stood there pretending that Uzair and I were back together, it would totally contradict what I told Uzair. He was NOT my rebound. And no way in hell was I going to use Uzzi just to prove a point. I was better than that. Uzair and I were both better than that. So in a frustrated panicy mood I quickly made the decision to tell Uzair that Zaheer was here. One way or another we were all bound to cross paths… I just didn’t know it would be tonight! The Akoojee’s had already left. Madame Fatimah wanted her beauty sleep before she went to fetch her beloved prince charming from the airport the next day. The parents were paying for the bill at the front of the restaurant with Armaan there. It left just Uzair and I…

ME: Err (swallowing). Uzair. (Twidling my thumbs) I needa tell you something…

UZAIR: Shoot!

ME: It’s (swallowing). It’s (looking around me). It’s… (Looking at Zaheer)

Uzair followed my gaze and saw what I was looking at. Zaheer. He was with Waseem and they were about to walk into the restaurant. We needed to act fast. I was either going to hide or I was going to walk outta this restaurant with my head held high. But it was Uzairs decision

UZAIR: (clenching his fist) Yasmeen. (Going tight lipped) Why’d you even tell me he’s here? That flippin-

ME: Calm down Uzzi! Calm down!

UZAIR: I am CALM!

ME: Then why are you clenching your fists? (Holding his hand between mine)

UZAIR: (breathing) Sorry. (Relaxing his hand) Nope. I lied. I’m not sorry! (Clenching his fist again)

I had to hold him back to make sure he didn’t go towards Zaheer.

ME: Please Uzair! This isn’t the time to pick a fight! Please please please!? (Making big eyes to persuade him)

I was literally begging by now!

UZAIR: Yasmeen can we just get the hell out of here before I punch that little (some very colourful words)!!!!!!

ME: (gasp) Mind your language boiki! A gentleman doesn’t swear in front of a lady!

UZAIR: Sorry. Make me maaf. Come on. I’m getting you outta here!

ME: But what about Zaheer?

UZAIR: What about that little (an aray of colourful words)!!!! Who cares bout him!!! He can go die in hell for all I care!!!

ME: (breathing) I don’t ‘care about him. It’s just that… I said you weren’t a rebound Uzzi. If we walk outta here, it’ll seem as if you are one! We’ll even hide and duck so that he won’t see us. And then…. And then you won’t ever be classed as a -

UZAIR: (putting his finger on my lip) Woman please shut up! (Smiling lightly) I don’t care what that freaking idiot thinks! I don’t care what anyone thinks! I will walk with you wherever, whenever, no matter who is watching!! You wanna know why?

But I never did find out why. Instead, Uzair spun me around so that I was facing away from him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and started walking. We were doing this really cute kinda penguin walk that couples do when they walk together.

ME: We’re penguin walking! (smiling)

UZAIR: (laughing) Penguin walking?! (Smiling) I guess we are…

I didn’t bother risking a glance at Zaheer. It was really just TOO dangerous. So whether he was looking or not, I didn’t care! And that was because I would walk wherever, whenever, with whoever, no matter who was watching. And that reminded me of what Uzair said…

ME: Hey, you never finished off what you were saying?

UZAIR: (looking confused) When I was saying what?

ME: You know… After you said ‘you wanna know why?’. Well I DO wanna know why… So enlighten me!

Uzair still looked quite confused and he only caught on some time after.

UZAIR: Ooh! Err… Later Yasmeen

ME: Noo. Now! Come on Uzair. Take my mind off of things…

UZAIR: (smiling half a smile) I said later Yass. Come on. I don’t even know where our parents are!

ME: They’re gone to the car. We probably dropping you guys off at the hotel. Where you’ll staying?

UZAIR: Eh, I forgot the name of the hotel. Some Beach Hotel. Starting with a J. Jaaa beach hotel. Juu beach hotel

ME: You mean JUmeirah Beach Hotel?!

UZAIR: YES! That’s the one! All the Bobats are staying there soo…

ME: Shaame. Poor fatz. She was really hoping the Bobat clan would be staying in the same hotel as her (nudging him)

UZAIR: (spinning me around) Oh so now we’re the ‘Bobat Clan’?!

ME: (laughing) Yes. Yes you’ll are. Speaking of which you better be coming tomorrow morning…

UZAIR: If I’m part of this so called ‘Bobat clan’. Of course I’m going to be there!

ME: Good!

We dropped the Bobats off at their hotel. Uzair gave me an ‘undercover’ wink and as soon as he was out the car the BB’s between us started. It was as if he never left me…

Next morning. 5 in the morning to be exact. Fatimah Akoojee was jumping up and down on my bed. My curtains were ripped wide open. Lights were switched on. And the annoying sound of Fatimah’s voice rang through my ears…

FATIMAH: Yasssssoooooooo! Yasmeeeeen!!! Rise and shine you lazy bum!!!

ME: Huuh. Whaa… Urgh man. Go away! Lemme sleep!

FATIMAH: No pi di dopes! We off to the aiprort. Soooo yallah ya butt! Le’go!

ME: (hiding under the pillow) Hmm… Okaaaay.

And then the comfort was ripped out of my hands. I was taken out of my dreamy La La land! I was exposed! Fatimah took the blanket off me. Completely.

ME: Fatiiii!!!!

FATIMAH: Yassiiiii! Come on. Uzair even made you tea.

That got me up!

ME: WHAT?! Uzair is here?!

FATIMAH: Yeaah. HE even woke up before you. He picked me up in a taxi and we came here!

ME: Okay okay. I’m getting outta bed!

Within an hour we were at the airport. Awaiting the arrival of the infamous Bobat Clan. And sure enough they arrived in style. With a LOT of noise. and luggage. And screaming. And squealing And laughing. And a helluva lot of hugging between Fayaan! God I was just glad that I had Uzair by my side so I didn’t feel lonely. And then. Nuha came!!!

ME: NUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!

NUHA: YASMEEEEEEEEEN!!! I have missed you too too much!!! Girl, you can’t leave me in Durban with this stupid Fayaan! Their cuteness is sickening!!

ME: (laughing) Oh REALLY!!! As if you aren’t in the land of looove with ‘mr. You know who’!!

NUHA: (laughing) Shuuush yoou! Zayaan will hear… And how is Mr. Mohamed?

ME: (clearing my throat). Err… Umm… (Biting my lip) Well Zaheer and I-

UZAIR: (coming to my rescue) They broke up.

NUHA: (gassping looking shocked) What?! Nooooooooo!!! When was this??

UZAIR: Nuu. (Making BIG eyes) Later…

NUHA: Sorry! Me and my big mouth! Come. Let’s just ALL go to the hotel and chill!

And with that she sashayed that ‘Nuha walk’ towards her parents. Soon I was surrounded by the rest of the Bobat Clan, Ridwaan, Ismaeel, Ahmed. Zayaan and Fatimah were there. But not there. They were in their own world….

ZAYAAN: Slaams Yasmeen! Howzit?

ME: Alright and you?! Fatz told you how much FUN we were having withOUT you??

ZAYAAN: (laughing) Fun? Without me?? Impossible!

RIDWAAN: Yeah yeah! With you around there is NO fun! All you do is complain complain complain that you don’t have Fatimah!!

ME: Ohh myy gossh! Fatimah is the same! How you Riddi? (Giving him a hug)

RIDWAAN: (hugging me back) I’m alright and you? Ready to give us the royale tour of Dubai?

ME: (laughing) Of course. Of course! There’s just soo much to do! I highly doubt you’ll will get everything done in 2weeks!

But before Ridwaan could reply, a protective arm was around my waist. Uzair. I didn’t need to look. I knew it was him by the feel of his arm…

ME: Hey there

UZAIR: Ello

ME: (looking down at his arm around my waist) Jealous much?

UZAIR: Over you and Ridwaan? Naaah, more like just wanting you for my self!

ME: Awww. Selfish!

Then I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and ran ahead to make Chit Chat to Ismaeel. Reminder, this was Camila’s ex!

ME: Heey!

ISMAEEL: Ms.Dubai! Howzit?

ME: Alright. And you? Heard you were getting cozy with another Ms.Dubai (nudging him)

ISMAEEL: Ah. Ms.Camila. Quite the girl hey!

ME: Yes. Yes she is.

ISMAEEL: How you know her?

ME: We’re in school together. Now how you know her?

ISMAEEL: I met her. Somewhere….

ME: Suspicious much.

ISMAEEL: (laughing) Naa, just a guy of few words!

ME: Is that so? Cause Camz can talk SO much! Even more than me! Dude, I talk so much its impossible for someone to talk MORE than me!

ISMAEEL: (laughing) That’s true hey! I’ve seen you in action. The whole of Eid I’m pretty sure you never stop talking. Yeah she’s a chatterbox. Something I like about her….

ME: (laughing) I take that as a compliment! Awww, love story gone sour. Shame, dunno how you’ll did long distance. Takes lorta strength. And love.

ISMAEEL: (smiling) A sour love story. Yeah, lorta Love…

ME: I don’t think I could do long distance. Personally, I don’t think long distance relationships work!

ISMAEEL: Is that so? But what if there was a guy that could change all of that?

ME: That guy being?

I followed his gaze. He was looking at Uzair. He was talking about Uzair.

ME: Dude. I just got out of a relationship! Don’t want to jump into something else!

ISMAEEL: I’m just asking, and proving a point. If its with the right person, long distance can work…

I just nodded my head. Ismaeel got me thinking. Sure enough I wasn’t stupid to jump into another relationship straight away. But still. IF it was with the RIGHT person… Could long distance actually work? I mean, it lasted a while for Camz and Ismaeel, but I need someone there. Physically with me. Skype would not suffice. Eventually I slowed down my pace until I was walking side by side with Uzair.

ME: Hey again.

UZAIR: So what you were so busy talking to Ismaeel about? (Smiling half a smile)

ME: Hmm…. Stuff!

UZAIR: Ooh mysterious much!

ME: I know! You’re going to love getting to know me!

And I was about to run off. I liked being mysterious. But he caught me, grabbed me around the waist and pulled me up close so that he could whisper into my ear…

UZAIR: (whispering) Get to know you?? Don’t I already know you…

ME: (smirking) You tell me…

But we were sadly interrupted by Nuha, who bounced over and told us her itinery for the day.

NUHA: Soooo, we going to just CHILL today, at the hotel! Go bring your cozzi from home, you and Fatz. And then we can just chillax by the pool side!

ME: Sounds good to me! I’ll go home SLEEP, I’m still tired. And I’ll join you’ll laterz.

UZAIR: You can still sleep?

ME: I can sleep anytime of the day! Wanna join me?

UZAIR: (smiling) I’d love to. But I think your mother would come after me with a shot gun!

ME: (laughing) Think you mean my father! My mother would opt for the rolling pin! Or pitch fork! (wink)

UZAIR: (rolling his eyes) As if that’s SO much better than a shot gun?!

ME: Oh believe me it is!

We made our way to the airport taxi’s. Everone piling onto each other with their many. MANY bags! I guess they shopped up a storm in London! I was going to wave them off then catch a taxi home.

UZAIR: You not getting in?

ME: Naah. I’ll go home.

UZAIR: On your own? Go with Fatz.

ME: You think she’s going to leave Zayaans side??

UZAIR: Good question! Sure you don’t want me coming with you?

ME: (nodding my head). It’s fine it’s fine. Go! Chill out with your cuzzies!

I gave him a quick hug then went into a different taxi. I gave the driver my directions for home and we were about to leave when…

The car door opened.

ME: What are you doing here?

RIDWAAN: Uzair never want you going alone (smiling) so, if you don’t mind. May I join you?

ME: Not at all. Hop in!

Ridwaan got in. Sitting with an awkward kinda space between us.

ME: Sooo how was London?

RIDWAAN: It was good. Shopped a LOT! But it was freeeeezing cold! Aish Yasmeen it was COLD!

ME: (laughing) I can imagine! Its winter what you expect!? Did it snow?

RIDWAAN: It snowed for a day while we were there. But it was SO COLD! My fingers went numb right through the one day!

ME: Shaaame. You poor thing! And the London chicks?! (Wink)

RIDWAAN: Yoh the London Chicks! Some were too hot! Others… Were very ugly!

ME: (laughing)Sis man! You so bad!

RIDWAAN: Just being honest. (Wink) Eh before I forget, Haaj gave salaams.

ME: Haaj? How you know Haaj?

RIDWAAN: (laughing) What do you mean how do I know Haaj! She’s my sister.

WHAT?! HAAJ AND RIDWAAN WERE SIBLINGS?!?!?

Dubai Airport!

Dubai Airport!