Part 94 – 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 😀 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!

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Part 93 – 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 😛 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”

Part 92 – 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! 😀 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!! 😀 Hope you not hating on your textbooks and teachers already 😛  Much Love, from Ms. Authorness herself!”

Part 91 – 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 90 – Back at School

(Please attempt to read this with a THICK texas accent)

Hey ya’ll cowgirls and cowboys! 😛 Hope you been wrapping up ya’ll holidays and n’joooyin the last feew days of relaxaation!! Here is ya’ll 87th post! 😀 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!!

Part 89 – Uzair’s intro: Yasmin Laher

THIS IS NOT PART 87! THIS is actually from Uzair’s point of view and will not be numbered 😀 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 88- 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’! 😀 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!! 😛 xo From your cousin, S! I know you love me! ;)”
 
Shout out to ”Aamina. Congrats to my awesome sister Aamina on your 6A’s 😀 you’ve made us all proud!!
Love you x”
 
Shout out to ”Shakoo. CoNgratulatioNs Shako0o aNd All the Matriculans 😛 !! Shakoo you AwEs0mE like that neh 😉 *high five*!Much Love HaAj 😛 ”

Part 87 – 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!  😛

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 86 – New Years 2014!

There will be no post tomorrow…so don’t bother bugging my brains 😉 😛 😉 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 ❤ From the one & only MARYAM 😀 <3”

Part 85 – New Years Plans

Here ya go people! Hope you’re enjoying the new year as much as I am 😀 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 😀 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 ♥

Part 84- 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! 😛 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!!! 😀 *fireworks in the background* 😀 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 😛 .!! Xoxo HaAj
 
Shout out t0 ”My Barney B0o 😛 U take AwEs0mEneSs to a different level 😛 !! And U back with a BaNg! U Made my DaY & NyT 😛 .!! 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!! 😀 From Anonymous”
-Miss Anonymous, Happy new year to you to sweetie 😉 xoxo From Miss Dubain

Part 83 – 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 82 – Dating Game

Stay tuned for more! In spirit of the last day of 2013, there will be 3 posts today! 😀 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 81 – 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!

 

 

Part 80 – Freaking Out Fatimah

Hey ya’llll!!!!! I have been quite AWOL… I’m sorry! But here. Is. PART 78 😀 Enjoy my little flamingo’s!!!!

Yes I just called all of you beautiful people flamingo’s! DEAL WITH IT 😉 Much Love Doad ♥  xoxo

Fatimah: For Zayaan

Fatimah: For Zayaan

Accessorize

Accessorize

Supper with the Akoojee’s. And the Bobats was beyond brilliant! I was right. The reason for my mothers happiness was because Uzair had come. Of course she must have trusted that boy as it was her idea that he hide in my closet and surprise me. Eh, my mother! Sometimes she could even surprise me with how chilled she was about certain ‘boys’.

But I knew the only reason as to why she let him into my room was because we were not dating. And she knew he cared about me. And she probably saw the Chanel box and KNEW that…well… I was a girl worth it. Jokes. That was conceited. Seriously though WHAT in the world do boys see in me?! I’m not ugly, like ugly Betty ugly. Then again I don’t have strikingly beautiful features like Nuha. I’m bubbly and a chatterbox but not as sweet and friendly as Fatimah. I guess that’s what makes us all different. Zayaan likes Fatz for those things. Omar likes Nuha for her beauty. And Uzair. Well, I guess I’d have to ask him to specify exactly WHAT he liked about me! Cause I seriously had no idea why he would even want to buy me Chanel. I could always ask Zaheer…..but of course asking that heartless little butt face was like suicide! He would probably blank me and pretend I never exist…Let alone ask him a question that involved ‘feelings’. But I wasn’t going to complain! Atleast I was pulling decent guys. Who was I kidding, Uzair and Zaheer were so ABOVE ‘decent’ I was surprised that I could atract boys like that! But now, my chapter with Zaheer was closed, or still in the process of closing (it was a slooooow process). Not that another chapter was going to open! Uzair and I, our chapter never really finished. After we broke up, we were still friends, the best of friends!

And now, after all our ups and downs, Uzair was in Dubai! And my winter holidays was finally going to be in full swing once all the Bobats had arrived! Even though I was CLEARLY the most excited about having an extra day with Uzair, Fatimah was still awaiting her beloved Zayaan. All before supper she kept on complaining…

FATIMAH: This wait is EXCRUCIATING!!!!

ME: Awwwwww, look at you using big words!

FATIMAH: Oh shut it Yasmeeen! I’m not in the mood (pouting) I seriously seriously miss him! Like a LOT …

UZAIR: Is she still talking about Zay??

ME: Yepp! She just will NOT give it a rest!

FATIMAH: What can I say…I miss him a LOT!

ME: Like a lot a lot a LOT A LOT!?! (sarcastic tone)

FATIMAH: Yes! That is how madly in love I am with this boy…

I couldn’t help it.. I burst out laughing! There we were walking through Dubai Mall and all Fati was doing was complaining one way. The funny thing was that….ZAYAAN WAS COMING THE NEXT DAY! Couldn’t she just WAIT 10hours?!

ME: Oh just sock it will you! He’s coming tomorrow!

FATIMAH: You telling me to sock it?! (gasping) Yasmeen Raheem! In ALL our years of friendship, have I EVER shut you up?! Listening to your many pointless drama’s and boy stories, and obsessions over food and over the avengers and superher-

UZAIR: Woooah! You like superhero’s?! (laughing) Superhero’ and Yasmeen….Who knew?

ME: Faaaaati!!! You have SUCH a big mouth!!

FATIMAH: (laughing) Woopsies! It’s karma for tellling me to keep quiet! (evil smile)

ME: (rolling my eyes) Yeeah, sure….’KARMA’!

FATIMAH: Eh you better be awake early tomorrow morning!

ME: Morning…that sounds SO …..early! Why? Whats tomorrow?

FATIMAH: W-what? What do you mean WHATS tomorrow?!?! (gassssping)

UZAIR: (laughing) Is she always like this?! This…talkative, and LOUD, and high? (snaking his arm around my waist)

FATIMAH: SEE, now you two look so cute and adorable and its sickening cause my other half is on a plane on his way here!

ME: (laughing, nuzzling my neck into Uzair to tick Fatimah off) You call THIS adorable? Baabe, we’re just getting started…

UZAIR: (laughing) Doll, this is just the starter course to the sickening cuteness ahead! (wink)

FATIMAH: (rolling eyes) What-EVER! Oh and BTW tomorrow is the day the Bobats arrive…JUST in case you forgot Raheem!!

And with that she stormed off into the next store that came into her sight…Which just so happened to be Accessorize. Uzair and I looked at each other and started laughing You could always count on Fatimah to be a drama queen!

I loved accessorize. Everything was so pretty and lovely and I would always want to buy everything in that store…Until I looked at the price tag and realized China Mall had the exact same thing for HALF the price! So we browsed the store till Fatz was calm enough to speak to us again. This girl was CLEARLY on her time of the month…Moody as hell and very VERY emotional over her long lost Zayaan…

FATIMAH: (breathing) Okay, I’m calm. Sorry you guys…..

ME: (hugging her) Welcome back Fati Pataaati!

FATIMAH: Gerrof (hugging me back) Maaaf man, it’s just…just promise me you’ll come airport tomorrow?

ME: OF COURSE! If I don’t, I’ll never hear the end of it from her royal highness Nuha…

UZAIR: Eh that’s my cuzzy you talking about (wink) Watch it!

ME: (laughing) Feeel free to join us Uzzi! 6 am on a Sunday morning!? What could possible be better than that!

UZAIR: (laughing) I’ll be there! (again snaking his arm around my waist) Your safety is my first priority, and I like being the hero in your little story… (sigh) So my sleep will be cut short for you doll (wink) Just this once…

We finished up our shopping then met the parents for supper. It was so nice to see Aunty Salma and Uncle Ahmed! I made some random chit chat with Aunty Salma, It was nice to talk to that Aunty knowing that she liked me..The first time I met her, I thought she was a total ice queen! But during ramadan, and on Eid, I realized it was all in my head. She was such a sweet lady! And shame,Uzair was right! Our mothers had really taken a strange liking to each other. They had become what I learnt through out supper was ‘BBM Buddies’. Constantly chatting over ‘the bbm’. Eh, old people and technology! Jokes. My mummy aint SO old. Supper was tres tres magnifique! The food…The atmosphere..The people… The fathers kept us entertained, laughing throughout the whole night. And when the parents got engrossed in their conversations, Uzair told us his tales of his London holiday. But for some reason I was jealous. I didn’t want him sharing his London experiences with Fatimah, Armaan, Yusuf and Zain. I wanted him to tell only me!  Yes, it was the most ridiculous thing to get jealous over, but hey, I’m a ridiculous girl. So when I eventually got fed up of containing the jealousy and I wanted to burst, I stood up.

Only as I stood up I was quickly ushered right back into my seat by Uzair. He had grabbed by hand and by the feel of his grip, he was not letting go any time soon… So I quickly sat right back down again to not cause a scene and carried on listening to his London stories. Fatimah and Yusuf were engrossed in his stories. His hand was still holding on to mines. I rolled my eyes. GREAT. Now I was under Uzair’s grip.

For the remainder of the night, he did not let go of my hand. I would’ve thrown a fit and got mad at him, but from a harsh grip it turned into a more loving gesture. Instead of it being that tight grip that it initially was, it changed. First he gently just stroked my fingers. But by the time it was time to leave, I noticed our fingers were all tangled up intertwined. under my bag, hidden out of sight. It was my turn to stroke his fingers. It sent shivers up my spine as I felt the familiar smoothness of Uzairs fingers. I was so happy I couldn’t stop smiling and I really didn’t want to let go. So I sat for as long as I could. And as we were all about to stand up and leave, I looked around…and noticed a familiar face outside the restaurant. Zaheer.

UZZI!

UZZI!

Not my boyfriend...

Not my boyfriend…

Part 79 – Charms & Chanel

Special sorry to ¤ $k¥ ¤ for making her sulk….Sweetie this post is REALLY going to make you sulk even more since you not a fan of a love triangle 😛 SORRY♥ Much Love DOAD ♥ xoxo

A hop, a skip and jump

A hop, a skip and jump

Hug me tight!

Hug me tight!

ME: W-whaa……w-what…..Uzair……You….y-you here?

UZAIR: Yess….me here! Stop blabbering like a baby and get over here doll!

I couldn’t. I was in shock! Uzair was here. In my room. In Dubai. With me. But how? My brain wasn’t functioning properly but I was pretty sure he was supposed to come tomorrow

ME: (swallowing hard) Uzzzi…….

And then a sudden burst of energy kicked in. My legs sprang forward into a hop, a skip, and then a jump! I jumped onto Uzair expecting us both to fall down. Instead we didn’t. He just caught me. How he always does. He was kind of my safety net.

UZAIR: Well hello there Yasmeen!

ME: Hey there Uzair!

We just stood there smiling goofishly at each other. There was soo much to say but silence seemed to be the perfect way to be in this situation. I leaned my head onto his chest, and he let me down onto my feet. He didn’t let go until I was steady, and even after that his hands just wound up behind my waist

ME: (gasping) Uzair! I messed you! Look at your shirt. Oh my god, I’m so sorry seriously! I didn’t remember I  was covered in powder….And….And….don’t worry this powder is washable…..I think… Oh god Uzzi I’m so-

UZAIR: (putting his finger over my lips) Shhhh….. Just shush (running his fingers through his hair) It’s been…. (smiling) MONTHS since I’ve seen you. Can we not worry about how messy you look?

ME: (smiling back at him) Suure

Then he pulled me into this hug. He hugged me. Hard. Harder than anyone had ever before. Tighter so that I knew he would never let go. Closer so that I knew he would never leave me. Ever. I guess I really must have missed him because a tear slipped outta my eyes. I tried to wipe it away before Uzair could see it but he was too quick. He gently whisked the tear away, off my cheek. And pulled me closer. I leaned my head deeper into his chest if that was even possible. We were trying to make up for lost time All that time we cut each other out of our lives, when he was with Yumna, when I was with Zaheer. That one hug seemed to mend all loose ends between us. That hug somehow helped my heart in every way possible! It made me feel loved!

But with love also came guilt… Mentally my mind was still trying to apologize to Uzair for hurting him with Zaheer. He on the other hand was trying to apologize for how he blanked me in the time he had been with Yumna. You could see it in his green eyes…. We both were feeling sorry for things we did that ended up hurting each other. I wanted to stop feeling bad. Because even though at the time, I had Uzair’s blessing to be happy with Zaheer, the guilt sat heavy on my shoulders. Now that Zaheer and I were done, I did NOT want Uzair thinking he was my rebound. No noo noo! Uzair Bobat was not nor would he ever be my sloppy rebound! I would make sure of that. I pulled away from Uzair and turned around. Another tear was falling down my face. I wiped it away and turned around to see Uzair…

UZAIR: You okay?

ME: (sniff) Yeah. It’s just… (Sighing) You’re here. You’re finally here… And…

UZAIR: And?

ME: (breathing a sigh of relief) And I am so glad you are!

UZAIR: (leaning against the wall) Then why do you look so sad doll?

ME: (shrugging my shoulders) I dunno (sniff) it’s just… I dunno Uzair. (Wiping away yet another tear) it’s just…

UZAIR: (pulling me back into him) Heey, hey Yas. It’s okay. You’ve cried in front of me before. But just clarify one thing. Are you crying because I’m here?

ME: Yes… (sniff) I am

Uzair’s face dropped. He suddenly looked very sad.  I took his face into my hands and looked into his eyes

ME: You never let me finish. I’m crying because you here. But they tears of joy… Not sadness (smiling) I am SO so glad that you’re here Bobat!

UZAIR: (breathing a sigh of relief) Thank GOD! (Running his fingers through his hair) Because it would be pretty awkward if those were tears of sadness…

ME: (laughing) No man. Never. Now please… Your turn to clarify, weren’t you meant to be coming tomorrow?

UZAIR: Correct. I was. But then I managed to get on a flight the day before. And I wanted to surpise you AND I wanted an extra day with you all to my self. So the selfish person in me came a day early!!

ME: (smiling) How very selfish of you!

UZAIR: I know right (wrapping his arms around my waist) I’m horrible!

ME: Aand you got to my house how?!

UZAIR: Well, our mothers are actually pretty tight now…..

ME: (laughing) Oooh are they now?

UZAIR: (smiling) Yes they aare. So my mother told your mother and well, your mother is immencely cool. She offered for me to come over and surprise you!

I made a mental note to thank my mother!

ME: And here we are…

UZAIR: Yes. Here we are doll…

ME: (swallowing hard) Listen, Uzzi. I… I. I mean… (Huffing) I’m just…

UZAIR: You’re just?

ME: (breathing out, then talking REALLY fast) I’m just really really really sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you and it was totes unfair how I cheated on you and karma came and bit me in the butt with whatever happened with me and Zah (deep breath) And I don’t want you to think you’re a rebound or even close to a rebound cause you’ll always mean more to me than any other guy has and I really hope I didn’t screw up our friendship relationship whatever you call it (out of breath by now) And… And… And I’m just really very sorry Uzair Bobat! (Finishing that all of in 2breaths)

Uzair just stood there. He was caught off gaurd. I had just said everything I wanted to say to him in a time space of like 30 seconds! I think it was taking his brain a longer time to register exactly what I said. His hands dropped from behind my waist. He ran his fingers through his hair. I smiled to my self. I loved when he did that…  After a while he finally spoke. I had sitten down on the bed by now, next to the Chanel box, waiting for him to stop pacing around and actually talk to me!

UZAIR: Okay. Well that was unexpected. And if you’re sorry then…. (Deep breath and his turn to talk really fast) I’m sorry for being an inconsiderate imbecile and letting Yumna drive a wedge between us and that was very wrong of me because I just cut you out with no explanation and (taking a breather) And I’m sorry and I’m glad we are what we are and I know I’m not a rebound because…. Because (swallowing)

ME: Because?

UZAIR: (getting onto his knee’s in front of me so that he was at eye level with me) Because I had you first doll (smiling half a smile). I can’t be your rebound if I knew you first. And I’m not saying I HAVE you now. Or that I own you. But… (Reaching for the Chanel box) But I want you to know that before there was Zaheer, before there was Yumna. There was you and I. Uzair and Yasmeen. And it was simple and easy!

He slowly undid the remaining tied ribbon on the box. Then lifted the lid of the box to reveal a bracelet. He lifted it out of the box and it was revealed that this was no ordinary bracelet. It was a charm bracelet. I could already clearly make out what two of the charms were. They were the letter U and Y. Before I could comment on how cute the bracelet was Uzair spoke?

UZAIR: May I?

He wanted to clip the bracelet for me. I dumb foundedly held out my hand and watched him slip the bracelet. He was still kneeling on the floor so I scootched over and motioned for him to sit on the bed next to me

ME: (staring at the bracelet in awe) Uzair… It’s. It’s really just… Gorgeous! I mean. (Twisting my arm to look at the charms) The U and Y is just SO cute! It makes it mine and only mine. And I know its from you (nudging him) which makes this gift even better

UZAIR: Wanna know what the other charms mean?

I could see that other than the initials, there was a shopping bag (DUH cause I loved to shop) There was a book (Double DUH Because I loved to read) and there was a Chanel charm. But there were a few other charms that I had no clue as to how they were relevant to me….

ME: This one looks like an ice cream…right? And this one is a circle. Aaand, I’m not too sure what the other one is. Umm… Why would you get me an ice cream and a circle charm? (Laughing)

UZAIR: (nodding his head) Aloo, there’s a story behind it!

ME: Go on. I like stories

UZAIR: Well…. May I?

I held out my arm for him to look at the charms.

UZAIR: The ice cream… Believe it or not… is supposed to be frozen yogurt (smiling a side wards smile) It’s the night you and I had wakaberry before YOU had the smart idea of telling your parents about us (rolling his eyes) GENIUS!

ME: (laughing) Wow that’s actually really clever Bobat. Go on…. What’s the circle charm

UZAIR: It’s not a circle. Look closely. Its a ring…. This charm is my favourite (looking up into my eyes) it resembles where we met. At a-

UZAIR and ME: Wedding

UZAIR: Well look at you doll… catching on fast! (wink)

ME: I try! So the rings resemble the wedding which is where we met…

UZAIR: Correct! You have no idea how long it took me to pick out these charms… But to see you smile. It was all worth it

I blushed. On the inside and out I suddenly felt all warm and gooey and mushy. Why oh why did Uzair make me feel like jell-o?!?!

ME: Umm… And this last charm?

UZAIR: (Playing with the last charm) Well this one.. This one was a hard one. I didn’t know whether I should include it or not. But I was like what the heck! You only live once, YOLO and all that crap made me get you this charm

ME: (laughing) Don’t ever ‘YOLO’ again! That’s all good and well but what is it?!

UZAIR: Well isn’t it easy?  It’s a heart!

A heart. Of course! Now that I moved it around in my fingers it looked more like a heart than just a piece of bedazzled metal. Now I was curious. I knew the reason behind the ice cream and the ring. Why the heart?

ME: Now I see the heart…. (looking into his eyes) Uzzi… Why the heart?

UZAIR:  You might not like the reasoning behind it…

ME: I’m a big girl. I think I’ll survive.

UZAIR: Okay well then, think back, to the night I first met your parents.

So much had happened the night Uzzi first met my parents. I thought my father would come after him with a sledge hammer. I thought his mother would bite my head off! And look how far we had come in all that time… Even though it had been 6/7 months ago, I remembered the night like it was yesterday… There were all the fuzzy details of what Uzairs parents and my parents were talking about that night, and the food we ate, and the conversations that took place over dinner. But one memory that was crystal clear in my mind was the first time Uzair Bobat told me he loved me…

***FLASHBACK***

UZAIR: Yass, there’s something I need to tell you…I dunno if you gunna like it

My heart sank. Did his parents say he can’t date me? Was it going to be over? Had he found another girl? I started fumbling around. He leaned against the wall while i walked a few steps back and sat on my bed

ME: shoot..whats on your mind

UZAIR: it’s not easy to say…………. It’s just

well…

Don’t freak out…

(he ran his hands through his hair, looking stressed)

Goddamit Yasmeen Raheem,

I Love You

***BACK TO THE PRESENT DAY***

ME: Of course I remember that day Uzzi… How can I forget it!?

UZAIR: Well…..the heart resembles that day….those feelings…those words that I meant….

I didn’t know if I could handle anymore of what he was saying. The more he opened up to me, the more lovable and sincere he was, the guiltier I felt about how I hurt him with Zaheer. Yes it was months ago. And yes, maybe he had forgiven me. But did I deserve to be forgiven? More importantly, did I really deserve a guy as amazing as Uzair Bobat?

Sorry...

Sorry…

Chanel Charm Bracelet ♥

Chanel Charm Bracelet ♥

Shout out to ”Raeesa & Shabaaz for being the best couple – from anonymous -”

Part 78- The Colour Run Part 2

This post is dedicated to the Villain of the West! But in reality she’s not a Villain….. AT ALL! She is a super duper hero with amaaaazing batwoman skills! Her batwoman instincts are even better than mine 😉 Just gotta lover her muchness! One minute she’s batwoman, the next minute she’s Superwoman! So to the Villian of the West I LOVE YOU TOO TOO TOO MUCH ♥♥♥♥♥ 😀

Much Love Doad ♥ xoxo

Colour Run!

Colour Run!

Trendsetter...

Trendsetter…

I wanted to go over. I wanted to give her a piece of my mind. We were out in the open, in public, and my shouting and screaming would probably get drowned away in the already very noisy place we were in. So it would be perfect for me to have a go at her, to tell her what an absolute…… she was!

But it was no use. I didn’t have it in me and I wasn’t one to cause a scene so I just linked my arm through Yusuf’s and Fatimah’s and dragged them with me to say hi to my fellow school mates.

ME: Camz!

CAMILA: (turning around) Hey Yas!

ME: (looking around the circle of familiar faces) Err, Hey guys

They mumbled back a very dull ‘hi’

TARIQ: Yasmeen?

I turned around and lo and behold Mr Tariq (whatever his surname is) was standing behind me….Looking absolutely  smashing in his colour run t-shirt and a pair of HOT pink shorts!

ME: Err, nice shorts?

TARIQ: (bursting into a smile) It was a dare….Don’t get any ideas… I am SO straight its not even funny!

ME: (laughing) Yes and I’m pretty sure your shorts can vouch for your…err….’straightness’.

I looked at Yusuf and he eyes me quizically as if to ask who is this?

ME: Oh, Yusuf this is Tariq, Tariq this Fatimah’s brother Yusuf.

TARIQ: Hey man! (turning towards me) I never knew you were doing the run Yas?

ME: I’m not……..I’m walking!! (big cheesy smile)

CAMILA: Lazy bum! (nudging me)

ME: Yes yes, that I am. Anyways, we’ll see you guys around

And before we turned away to leave I risked some dangerous eye contact with Ashley. She was looking at me. Not looking at me giving me daggers, but then again she didn’t look like she was felling sorry or sour over what she had done. She looked normal, as if I was nothing more than a mere acquaintance to her. I decided to just leave it. If THIS was what she wanted to play at…..well two can play at the game.

Yusuf Fatimah and I were in our own little bubble either way. We were literally inseparable, not that I minded. It had been ages since the three of us did something together. It felt just like old times, being with them, laughing with them. I was comfortable in my own skin.The run was going to start pretty soon but then I saw it.

THEY HAD A COLOUR RUN STORE!

And of COURSE, I was Yasmeen Raheem! I HAD to buy a little souvenire just so that I could remember this amazing day with my besties!

ME: I’m just going over to that shop over there. Won’t be a mo! There’s drinks in that stall over there if you’ll want.

FATIMAH: Wheeeere?! I’m thirsty!

YUSUF: Must I come with you Yas?

ME: (nodding my head) Naah, I’ll be fine. Go with Fatz. I’ll meet you’ll back here

So I walked off to a very crowded looking store. I knew I was going to have to shove my way through the crowds but I was going to! I already knew what I was going to buy. All around me I had seen people wearing these different coloured neon sunglassess that were SO CUTE! As I was pushing my way through the crowd, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around, which was hard to do, to see Traiq standing there, trying to supress a laugh

TARIQ: (smiling) You need a hand?

ME: (huffing) With what excatly? I think I’m stuck in here….

TARIQ: (laughing) Yes, you are. Maybe I should just leave you in here…

ME: Aww, now why would you do that? You’re the good guy aren’t you?

TARIQ: (walking closer to me) If I’m the good guy, then why have you been avoiding me?

I was shocked. Avoiding him?!?! Who said that I was vaoiding him?!?

ME: Avoiding you? (looking confused)

TARIQ: Yeah, you haven’t replied to any of my messages…. (walking even close to me)

ME: Because I’ve bee SO so busy with Fatz. I’m pretty sure  I’m avoiding everyone…

TARIQ: Is that so? And how can I be sure that you’re not just using Fatimah as your excuse?

ME: Well then…. I’m guessing you’ll just have to trust me!

TARIQ: (wrapping his arms around my waist) No problem there….

I know he was Tariq, and he had his arms around my waist…………BUT HE WAS TARIQ!

AND HE HAD HIS ARMS……… AROUND ME!!

ME: (remaining calm) So am I let off the hook? Cause I swear I really was not avoiding you…

TARIQ: It’ fine. I was just messing with you.. What are you waiting in this line for anyway?

ME: I want the cute neon sunglssess

TARIQ: (rolling his eyes) GIRLS!

ME: Yes GIRLS! You GUYS love us and cant live without us (nudging us) But now this line is soo long Fatimah and Yusuf are going to get worried…

TARIQ: Soo whats the deal with Yusuf?

ME: What do you mean ‘whats the deal’?

TARIQ: (shruggig his shoulders) I dunno. He seems like he’s more than your best friends brother….

ME: Well he is. He’s kinda my best guy friend and running buddy. That’s why he’s here. I wasn’t going to do it if he didn’t come…

TARIQ: (smiling half a smile) And what about me? If I was here….would you still have run?

ME: Well you seeee (wrapping my arms around his neck) I had no clue you were here. YOUR lack of communication… (rolling my eyes)

TARIQ: Oh so it’s my fault now? (smiling) Well then, how do I make up for my fault?

ME: By getting me to the front of this god damn line!

Tariq raised his eyebrows, dropped his hands from my waist, grabbed my hand and started to shove people out the way!

TARIQ: S’cuse me…………Pardon me………….Coming through…….Sorry……….. Please move…….Thank you

And we were at the front!

TARIQ: Go on now. Buy what you want, the race is starting soon.

So I picked up the neon glassses I wanted the most. THE PINK ONES. And I paid for it, but as I was about to turn away and leave, Tariq grabbed my hand

TARIQ: Mind if I copy you? (holding another pair of neon pink sunglasses in his hand)

ME: Well….. I AM a trendsetter, (nudging him)  so I don’t mind at all!

And then we walked away from the crowd, wearing our matching sunglasses! I think we looked pretty damn cute! We kind of separated without saying anything. He walked towards his crew, and I walked towards Yusuf and Fatz. They weren’t my crew. They were my family! And I wouldn’t trade them for anything in this world!

The race began and it was really AMAZING! We started off walking, but soon Yusuf and I were running side by side, just like old times. We made little chit chat about Haaj and school, but it was mostly silence. And then…THE COLOUR WAVES BEGAN! It was really spectacular, to see the colour fly around you, to get messed with the power and then to keep on running coming out of that designated area to see your perfectly clean clothes were now messed, in vibrant colours of pink, blue, red, yellow! Within a few hours, we finished off the race. We looked like RAINBOWS! All colourful from head to toe! I had yellow powder all over my face, pink all over my jogging bottoms, and my scarf was just an aray of colours. My mother was waiting outside for us. We sat on these lastic bags so that we didn’t mess the car…

MUM: Yusuf, Fatz, your mother wants you home. We going out for supper tonight. Your bags are in the car so just remember to take them when I drop you off

ME: Mummmy! Can’t Fatz just come home with us?

MUM: Aunty Zaheera said it. Not me. You’ll see her tonight stop your whining

I sat there. I was NOT whining! It wasn’t my fault I wanted to spend all my time with my other half.

We dropped the Akoojee siblings off at their hotel then made our way home. My mother for some weird odd unknown reason was in a  VERY good mood. It was creepy What could possibly be making her so happy?

ME: Okay. SPILL IT!

MUM: Spill what?

ME: Mummy, you are bursting with happiness! You’re smiling from ear to ear! Why?!?!?

MUM: Oh so now it’s a crime for me to be happy?!

ME: Well YES! Cause THIS is creepy happy!!

MUM: Eh shush you!

She was clearly being quite stubborn so I just dropped the subject. I was really tired anyway…….. 5k running or walking took a toll on my very unfit body. I just wanted to get home and sleep! But knowing we had plans for supper tonight, I knew I had to shower and get changed. Allah knew how many showers I would have to take to get that powder off my skin! JOY! I had a challenge ahead. So as soon as I got home I rushed upstairs and into my room. I was about to dive onto the bed, but two things stopped me…

1. I WAS COVERED IN POWDER! I would just make more mess or my self  if I jumped onto my bed.

2. There was a small black box sitting on the edge of my bed, wrapped in white ribbon ribbon.

The small box made me stop. I cautiously walked over to it. It wasn’t just any box, it was a gift box, from Chanel! There was no tag on it, no name no nothing. I was guessing it was for me, I mean, it was in MY room. Maybe that’s why my mother was SO happy. She bought me a present. I was about to untie the ribbon and open the box when I heard footsteps behind me. But that was impossible, because behind me was the door to my closet. I froze. I was scared to turn around. Who the hell was in my closet? More importantly what on earth were they doing here?!

I turned around.

And that’s when I saw him, with this big smile on his face and his hands spread wide open…

‘SURPRISE’

Colour Run Dubai 2013 ♥

Colour Run Dubai 2013 ♥

Chanel Box

Chanel Box

Part 77 – The Colour Run

This post is dedicated to the one……the only……the most retarded cousin in the universe….. the girl with flare…..the girl in stripes…..sometimes she’s even in spots….. SHE IS….. She knows who she is 😉 😉 😉 And the funny part is…..SHE DOESN’T EVEN READ THIS BLOG 😀 But that’s okay…..its still dedicated to her! ♥♥♥

Jummah Mabrook to all you beauts out there ☆ Maaf for not posting err’day…. Been busy trying to find inspiration for Yasmeen’s life! THIS is your Fabulous Friday Fajr post 😀 Much Love DOAD ♥ xoxo

Go Run!  No thanks.

Go Run!
No thanks.

Nike Takkies ♥

Nike Takkies ♥

FATIMAH: THE COLOUR RUN!! THE COLOUR RUN!!! THE COLOR RUN!!!

ME: Fatimah…WHAT are you even TALKING ABOUT??? (sticking my fingers into my ears to block out her annoying voice)

FATIMAH: I am talking about only the GREATEST and COOLEST 5k run on earth!!!!! (jumping up and down, clapping her hands like a seal)

ME: (taking my fingers out, only to roll my eyes at Fatz) Oh please!!! Don’t start with this again!!! You know I don’t doo sports! Like….EVER!

FATIMAH: 9snorting) Since when?! If I remember correctly, YOU use to be the athletic one between us!

ME: (rolling my eyes) Yes…That was BEFORE I moved to Dubai and became a lazy Dubain! (sticking my tongue out at Fatz)

For the past few days Fatimah kept on talking about this run, ‘The Colour Run’. It sounded very…er….colourful but it involved actually doing something. Ugh, effort! Basically, you could walk or run or dance this 5k event and along the way people would chuck coloured powder at you! I watched a video on Youtube, not that I had a choice. Fatimah literally shoved the iPad in front of my face forcing me to watch it! The event moved around worldwide, from California to London, to Las Vegas and this year, it just so happened to be in Dubai. This caused Fati Patati to go into a MAJOR frenzy! She was sooo thrilled that she could finally take part in this race, that in her little frenzy……… SHE SIGNED UP FOR THE RACE….. what was even worse was that………SHE SIGNED ME UP AS WELL!!!! WITH OUT MY PERMISSION! It sounded very cool, don’t get me wrong, but I mean…..seriously…the last time I went running was in Durban…with Yusuf. It was AGES ago! And I only ever ran with Yusuf. It was kind of our thing,  our weird bonding time reserved only for Yusuf. Now that he was in Dubai, maybe he could motivate me to get my lazy buttocks off the couch and do this run, that’s if he was doing the run as well..

FATIMAH: Look, PLEASE can we do it?!?

ME: Not like I have a choice! You already signed us both up! (huffing and folding my arms)

FATIMAH : (smiling in a guilty way) Trueeee! But I never knew you’d be SO against it! Come on Yas, live a little!
ME: Err, I’ve lived enough for the past few months, thanks for the offer though (big fake smile)

FATIMAH: Why do you have to be like this!?! Its just a run! Imagine how many stories we’ll have to tell our childre…. and our grandchildren….. and our nieces and nephews and-

ME: Ya Allaah! Dont start this whole family talk again! I have enough stories to tell all those people….WHEN the time comes!!

FATIMAH: Please please please please YASMEEN RAHEEM! I wouldn’t bug you, but I don’t want to do it aloooone! I’m in a foreign country, and as my host, you can NOT let me wander off and do things like this…..alone!

ME: (sighing) You wanna know the reason WHY I wont do it?

FATIMAH: Err, YES!

ME: It’s……its the running. I only ever ran with Yusuf. It was kinda our thing. I dunno, I just haven’t run with anyone else ever. Baabe you’re my bestie and I loove you to bits! But if you want me to do this, I’m afraid I can only do it if my running buddy does it

Fatz looked at me, shocked. I think she couldn’t believe that for ONCE, for ONCE in her lifetime, I was picking Yusuf over her. But it was true… When it came to running Fatimah liked to talk and talk and talk…. and talking and running was very tiring! Yusuf and I knew each others paces, we knew how to motivate each other to push our selves further on the running track. We were comfortable running with each other. We were running buddies. Fatimah and I were buddies for eveeeeerything else! And Yusuf would normally ALWAYS be the third wheel. This time around, it was Fatz who had to take the back seat… Yusuf and I had a LOT of catching up to do anyway…

FATIMAH: Are you SERIOUS?!

ME: I’ve never been more serious in my life sweets! (enjoying her reaction)

FATIMAH: So like….you’re SERIOUSLY picking Yusuf…..over ME? (still looking gobsmacked)

ME: It’s only temporary (trying to hide a smirk) Come on Fatz….

FATIMAH: I mean….YUSUF! You pick Yusuf over me?!?! For running?!?!

I tried very hard not to blush or even start smiling… Fatimah had absolutely NO CLUE that Yusuf and I had a history and I was planning on keeping it that way as long as we both were alive…

ME: Err….yipp…..Fatooo you want me to run, Yusuf has to come

FATIMAH: (sighing) FINE!

Then she stormed off to go get her brother signed up for the run online. Suddenly, I was kind of excited for this colour run…

So it was Yusuf Fatimah and I that were signed up for this god damn colour run. My mother offered to drop us off at the place where we’d be running so Yusuf stayed the night. He and Armaan fell asleep on the couch, so poor Yussi woke up with a sore back. Fatz and I had learnt our lesson from the dreaded sleep on the couch and decided we were better off in my lovely comfy bed… Only to be woken up at 6 o clock…….ON A SATURDAY MORNING!!! Could Fatimah kill our holiday spirit any more than making us wake up eaaaarly way before freaking sunrise?!?!  Huffing and grumbling we made our way to the bathrooms and got ready. We wore the t-shirts given to us in the colour run package, pulled on our jogging bottoms and I put on my scarf…

FATIMAH: Sweetie, you wearing scarf and running?

ME: Err, yess. Why?

FATIMAH: (nodding her head) Just thought you might be uncomfortable running in it. Thought you might wear a hat or something.

ME: Naa, contemplated wearing a hat but ALL my hair shows from the back soo i settled for a scarf. Best part is that its white! It’ll get totes messed with the powder!

FTIMAH: (laughing) SEE! Thats the spirit! You actually excited about this!

ME: (rolling eyes) Just trying to make the most outta this

Fatz walked over to me and gave me a hug….

FATIMAH: I wasn’t trying to be rude…Its just i am SO proud of you! You wear scarf, I mean you got guts!

ME: Proud? Of me?? Guurl are you cray cray?!

FATIMAH: (nudging me) I’m serious! I am super duper proud of you Yas! I want to try and start wearing scarf full time… I dunno…we’ll see….

YUSUF: (appearing in the doorway) You girlies ready?

ME: Yipp! Just give us a second, putting sun block on! I seriously do NOT need to get any more tanned than I am!

FATIMAH: Oooo! I forgot too! Gimme some as well Yas

YUSUF: Well when you two princesses are ready, we waiting downstairs…

We smothered our selves in suncream! I was being serious. I did not want to go out and get an odd tan, and end up with weird tan lines everywhere. I checked my phone and was surprised to see that Camila had changed her DP to a picture of her with her colour run T-shirt. Guess she was doing the run as well so I BB’d her to ask…

ME: Heeeey! You doing the colour run?? 😀

CAMILA: YES! Are you??? 😛

ME: Unfortunately yes X_x My best friend from SA is down soo she’ s forcing me too!

CAMILA: Shaaame 😛 Come on it won’t be THAT bad! Your friend??

ME: Pff, yeah we’ll see about that -_- My bestie Fatimah? I told you bout her right??

CAMILA: Oh yeaaa the ‘best friend’ 😛 Thought you were talking bout that Bobat girl…

ME: Bobat girl? You mean Nuha 😉 Naaa she’s only coming tomorow. Should I even ask WHY you thinking of Bobats?!? or should I shurrup 😛

CAMILA: 😦 You know me….I over think everything! And I wasn’t ‘THINKING’ of the Bobats 😉 I dont care enough about HIM to THINK about him 😛

ME: Loool so now we calling him HIM?!? Downgraded from Ismaeel to HIM?! 😉

CAMILA: YES! He deserves the downgrade!! Anyway i’ll see you at the track! 😀 mwaahs x

Shaaame! Camz had it hard. She needed some serious closure from Ismaeel, and I was hoping that when the Bobats got here they would ‘accidentally’ bump into each other at Dubai Mall and be forced to resolve their arguments and just move on. It would be better for them to leave each other in peace rather than constantly having small mini arguments every second day.  After having a little pity party in my head for Ismaeel and Camila I made sure I had everything I needed in my cute little back pack.

Sunglasses. CHECK

Phone. CHECK

Camera. CHECK

Money. CHECK

FOOD…… NOT CHECK

I made a mad dash into the kitchen and looked for food…Food foof foodie food food! I ended up taking one of those healthy snack bars just in case I got really hungry after the run….or in between the run….or even before the run. Never knew with Yasmeen Raheem’s unpredictable hunger pangs! The car ride was quite quiet, well thats only fi you cut out Fatimah’s constant chatter of how AWESOME and how AMAZING the colour run was going to be. She went and made her self comfy in the fornt seat so I ended up in the back with Yusuf which wasn’t so bad…. He and I were silently rolling our eyes and laughing at Fatimah’s over enthusiasm that was really NOT needed. I mean…it was 7 AM IN THE MORNING! All I wanted to do was sleeeep…..I eventually did put my head onto Yusuf’s lap and had a 10 minute nap. It was one of those power naps cause as soon as I woke up, I didn’t really feel tired. At all! I was filled with a new burst of energy! I had this new lease of how I was going to finish off this race with my best friend and my favouritest guy friend! YES, THIS was going to be a fantbaulous day! We made salaam to my mother, jumped off the car and made our way towards the crowds of people scattered all over the place. Where in the wooorld was I going to find Camila?!? But then I spotted her.

Only she wasn’t alone…

She was with people from school!

Thank god Zaheer wasn’t there…

But the person she was with could just as well be as heartless as Zaheer…

For it was non other than Ashley Jones!

Could this morning get any worse?!?!?

Keep Calm...

Keep Calm…

Yusuf & Yasmeen

Yasmeen &Yusuf

Part 76 – Attention seeking Ashley

So ‘lark’ I’ve taken a liking to ‘lark’ talking like Nazia because ‘lark’ its tres annoying so ‘lark’ this message is just wishing you ‘lark’ a wooooonderful night/morning! Hope its ‘lark’ just as awesome as you guys are!!! 😀 😉 😀
If you guys are annoyed with the ‘lark’ thing…. That was my intention 😛 To be annoying 😉 Much Love DOAD ♥  xoxo

Backstabber

Backstabber

LIA! Yazz!

Always so full of enthusiasm Lia rushed forward to give me a hug.

LIA: Argh! I know your name…Wait don’t tell me! Fatimah (hugging her as well) What are you guys doing here? I never knew you were into vintage?

ME: Err, I was never a huge fan! But after seeing this shop. Vintage is my new Forever 21!!!

LUA: I know right! This place is just so cute though. (Looking at our packets). Soo what’s the occasion?

ME: What’s what occassion?

LIA: (pointing at the packet) The reason for the vintage style… What’s it for? A wedding? Party?

ME: (laighing) No noo. I just bought it. Cause I liked it

LIA: Niice. And Fatimah? What’d you buy?

FATIMAH: (not exactly smiling at Lia) Umm… A sequined top. Yas, I’m waiting outside in case your mother comes.

And with that she left. I didn’t want to be left alone with Lia but I figured Fatz wasn’t exactly a fan of Lia after what I told her…

LIA: Okaaaay then. Hey, how’re you doing?

I was shocked. Taken by surprise. She….cared?? Was it possible that these artificial idiots cared?

ME: Err, I’m fine I guess. You?

LIA: I’m alright (breaking into a smile) I meant how’re you doing with this Zaheer thing? I noticed you 2 kinda….

ME: Broke up? Yepp…. Broken

I bit my lip hard. The last thing I needed was for there to be waterworks.

LIA: (putting her hand on my shoulder) I’ve been there. Raihaan and I… It was so very very VERY awkward at first! But I refused to let a guy stop me from chilling with ma crew (doing some gangster pose)

ME: (laughing) All up in ma face hey! Since when were you gangster (nudging her) I dunno… I mean I still don’t know how a guy like Raihaan got SO lucky to get a girl like you.

It’s true! Lia was gorgeous, super pretty amazingly nice, a peoples person. And she could dance SO WELL! Raihaan… Was just…. A bit weird…

LIA: (fake laugh) Yeaaah. A girl like me! A spaz hyper-

ME: Super sweet pretty and nice girl! (Smiling) Trust me. I have a question… You still sit down there with the paki crew. Isn’t it awkward?

LIA: It still is. But that’s because Raihaan is an immature little imbecile that refuses to even be friends. Let alone talk to me!

Now, I got worried! I still had another whole school year with these peoples. Including Zaheer.  I didn’t want to stop talking to him altogether. I didn’t need the most popular boy in school blanking me! Or maybe this was for the best… I was still so confused and again this was not the place or time for a waterworks scene!

ME: (huffing) Well let’s just pray I get over this whole thing pretty soon. Zaheer seems to be moving on at the speed of light (tight smile)

LIA: You mean Ashley and Zee? She always had this thing for him. Like for a whole 2years she liked him. Nothing happened. Then whenever he got bored, Ash became his… ‘Thing. I don’t know how to explain it exactly. Sometimes it lasted a week, 2weeks. The longest they had a fling for was maybe 3weeks… Don’t sweat it. Its not a relationship. It’s a fling

ME: Liaaa! That just makes me feel ever… Worse! If Ashley knows it won’t last, why does she even go back to him?

LIA: She likes the attention she gets from him. Zee has this way of talking to a girl, making them feel special, making them feel as if he’ll be there 24/7. (Smiling) Sweetie, he really was there for you, heart and soul. He had a ‘relationship’ with you. All these girls, well god only knows why he does what he does…

ME: (biting my lip) Yepp. (Sighing) Soo for the sake of attention she let’s him take advantage of her??

LIA: (nodding her head) Pretty much. We’ve tried talking to. Zainab has even spoken to her. And they’re best friends! But nothing seems to sink into Ashley’s head…

ME: Well I think… To be honest I don’t know what to think anymore. I’m not used to this. No offense, the South Africans I know tend to be more loyal  (smiling). With the acception of Zaheer of course!

LIA: (laughing) Of course! I get what you mean so no offense taken… Raihaan and I…He’s South African, and he would never so much as look at a girl twice when we were together.

ME: Seee (laughing) Loyal South Africans! Listen, I’ve got to go. My mums probably waiting outside

LIA: I’ll see you in school?

ME: Naah, I’m ditching this week…

LIA: Aah! Lucky you! Well anyways, if you wanna hang out during the winter break gimme a call. Or when we go out I’ll call you?

ME: I will (giving her a quick hug). But don’t be offended if I don’t come. You know… Awkward and all with Zah.

LIA: (laughing) Yess I understand. Take Care Yaz!

And with that I left. Being more confused then when I walked into the store. Ashley. Zaheer. It had never been serious. She wasn’t my replacement. She was filling empty space. She wasn’t permanent. She was temporary. But no way in hell was I thinking of me and Zaheer getting back together. Oh no noo nooo! That boy made it crrrystal clear he wanted to ‘move on’ have a fling with every girl in school. Every girl in the city!  He wasn’t even worth my time. I needed to think about me! I was in no state of mind or place for a relationship. And Fatz and Lia were right. I shouldn’t let a boy run my life. Sure it’d be awkward at first, but my school ‘friends’ were his friends. Excluding Ashley….. He could keep her for all I cared!

We got home, modeled our clothes for my mother read salaah then jumped into our jammies. It was movie marathon time!!!!

ME: What movie? You pick…

FATIMAH: I’ve seen all the new ones already. Downloaded them on my laptop and watched them on the plane.

ME: You ever watched ‘The Breakfast Club’?

FATIMAH: The what?

ME: The breakfast club!!! Oh my god! You HAVE to watch it! It’s a classic man! It’s old but SUCH a nice moooovieee Fatz!

So we made popcorn, plain for me cheese for Fatz. We rummaged around looking for other food to snack on when we stumbled across… Nachos!!! And choco chip cookies!

ME: Where did these come from?

FATIMAH: Who cares! Warm it up, I’m taking the popcorn up, you bring the nachos and cookies.

Yes. We were also on a fattie food marathon! So with all the movie food upstairs we switched off the lights in proper movie marathon style! I had watched the movie before. And believe me when I say that it was just… a FAB movie! Too amazing for words. I would have never watched it if it wasn’t for ‘Pitch Perfect’. Another one of mines and Fatimah’s all time FAVE movies. But the ending of ‘The Breakfast Club’ always managed to bring tears to my eyes… It was just… Just… Soo touching *fake tear fake tear*. Seriously, if I’m obsessing sooo much about a movie, it means it was THAT good! We ended up falling asleep on the couch which proved to be tres uncomfortable! We were deffo in need of a massage especially when we woke up In the morning with painful shoulders…

MUM: Morning Lazy bums! Wakey wakey!

ME: Arghh… Maaaa. Its so early!

MUM: You know what time it is? It’s half past 11!

ME: Aaah… Not even afternoon. This IS early!

MUM: Wake Fatimah up and come downstairs. There’s eggs, waffles and pancakes for breakfast.

I jumped off the couch at the speed of light!!! PANCAKES! WAFFLES! Not such a fan of egg……… But I was dreeeaming about those golden waffles with my maple syrup and vanilla ice cream. Or should I have it with golden syrup and fresh cream?!?! Soo many options sooo little time!  I had already tucked into my breakfast when Fatimah decided to pitch up looking like a bomb site!

ME: (laughing) Sweetie! What happen!? Have you looked in a mirror?!?

FATIMAh: (rubbing her eyes). Huh. What? (Sitting down opposite me) eh leave me alone… You know I’m not a morning person… (resting her head on the table)

ME: Yes! I think anyone could see that. Come now what you want for breakfast?

But she never answer. Instead her head was on the table, and you could just about hear the slight snore. That lazy bum had gone back to sleep. On the dining room table!! Her face was precious though. She slept with her mouth open. She looked hilarious! This was definitely a Kodak moment….that was going to be sent to Zayaaaan!!!!!

I took a picture, added a caption saying ”Gorgeous adorable Fati Patati sleeping on the dining room table”. then sent it to Zayaan, Nuha and Uzair. Within seconds Uzair replied. We hadn’t spoken much the past few days. I had been SO busy with Fatoo and I guess he was soaking up London’s… Err… Cold icy cold winter!

UZAIR: Hey stranger! So that’s why you been so AWOL 😉 Fatz kidnapped you

ME: Guilty! Sisters before misters 😉 Eh you’re just as much of a stranger as I am…

UZAIR: Oh am I now 😉 And what makes you say that?? I could’ve been busy buying you a gift…

ME: And were you actually busy buying me a gift 😉

UZAIR: ‘Actually’ yes, I was. So I’m telling you from now you better like it! Even if you pretend to like it! 😛

ME: If you bought it I’m sure I’ll love it 😀 Sooo how’s London? You went to visit the Queen yet?

UZAIR: The queen? It. Is. Freaking freezing man!!!!!!! :O So cold!

ME: Yes, the queen of England! Shaame poor baba. That’s why you need a cuddle buddy… Must I call Yumna 😉

UZAIR: THAT is not funny Yass 😐 you said no more Yumna talk…  Ooh yes yes the Queen and I had a very interesting talk on how she’s letting me kidnap you and take you to London 😛

ME: Hmm… Is that so?! And how you going to haul my big fat buttocks all the way to London?!? 😛

UZAIR: My private jet 😉

ME: Dream on Bobat!! 😛  and maaf 😦 I’ll stop with the Yumna talk

UZAIR: You are maaf’d! 😀 what time is it there?

ME: Nearly half 12. its 4 hours difference genius 😛 before you start doing maths. Cause we both know maths isn’t exactly what you best at 😉

UZAIR: Ooh! And you’re sucha mathematician!?!

ME: Actuaaaaally… I am! I’m in this advanced programme in school for maths 😀

UZAIR: Aww, you still go to school :’) What a cutie!

ME: THAT is not funny 😐

UZAIR: Fine fine, ‘Maaaf’ 🙂

ME: You’re maaf’d 😉

UZAIR: Using my words against me eh Raheem?! 😛

ME: No waaay 😛 why would I use anything you say?!

UZAIR: Cause I’m cool ‘lyrrat’ 😀

ME: I see you sounding like a british boy 😉 don’t get too caught up in the land of the brits! I want my Durbanite Uzair!

UZAIR: You’ll be getting your Durbanite Uzair in 4days. Then you won’t be able to get rid of him

ME: Who said I’ll want to get rid of him…

UZAIR: But then I’ll also want my Durbanite Yasmeen. Not the Dubain girl…

ME: No promises hey. I heard Yasmeen’s changed…

UZAIR: Do you believe she has?

ME: I dunno 😕

UZAIR: I can assure you one thing. When Durbanite Uzair and Durbanite Yasmeen see each other, there’s no telling what they’ll do. But one thing for sure. Everything will fall away. It’ll be just like old times

Everything will fall away?! What did that even mean… Did it mean we were just falling apart? That the distance was actually getting between us??  Or more like  What did it mean!?!? Aghh! Why couldn’t boys be more specific!!!

Uzair and Yas x

Uzair and Yas x

Part 75 – Vintage Chic

Hectic Hectic life I have… Sorry for no post yesterday. Was busy having tea with the queen 😉 Oooooo and remember to follow on twitter @dubaingirl …  Much Love DOAD ♥ xoxo

Vintage Store

Vintage Store

A sleepover! It was what I NEEDED. I didn’t need to be gallivanting with Tariq. Or thinking about the ‘Z factor’. Or using up all my memory space to think about boys! Ugh! School was over for the nest 2 weeks. Well not officially. I had taken leave (even though it wasn’t allowed). But it was important! It was CRUCIAL I spent some quality time with my BFFAEAE (best friend forever and ever and ever). So we decided to spend the night at my house. My father had gone away for the day on business work, and I kinda forced Armaan to go stay with Yusuf at the hotel. So it was a little girls night, my mother Fatimah and I. And it was FAB! Fatz picked me up from school and we sent straight home. I changed outta my school clothes then got ready to go.

ME: Where we going anyway?

FATIMAH: Yeah Aunty ‘Suu’ what we doing?

MUM: Well you little ladies. That’s kind of a surprise. So just wear something pretty and get into the car

We did as we were told and within 10 minutes we pulled up outside this small nifty looking shop

ME: Err, where are we?

MUM: Keep quiet! And stop with your questions. Come now, the shop closes early so yallah

FATIMAH: (laughing) How I LOVE your mother!

We walked into the store. And at first I was so confused. The store looked ancient, like really old, not dusty old, more like vintage old. It had railings and railings of clothes, dresses, long tops, shirts, skirts. Everything was completely vintage! And then it hit me

ME: Mummy!!! This is that vintage place we saw in the magazine?! The one with that gorgeous gold dress!

MUM: Yess. I thought I could treat you girlies to a dressing up experience. Only everything here is one of a kind

FATIMAH: Woww! (Looking around the store in shock) this is jusssst… Amazing! (Running towards a rack of clothes) this top! Ssooooo perrty!

MUM: you two knock your selves out. I’ll pick you’ll up when you’ll ready

My mother left. Fatz and I looked at each other then within seconds we were flicking through the many racks of clothes. It was a quiet small store and we just so happen to be the ONLY peoples there. Which was even better. We went in and out of changing rooms trying on ball gowns puffy dresses, fitted dresses, sequined dresses. Shoh, there were just SO many!

FATIMAH: Hey what you think of this one? (Twirling for me)

ME: The length is a bit awkward. Don’t ya think?

FATIMAH: Yeah. Like its too short to not wear pants but too long to wear jeans

ME: And this one? (Striking a pose)

FATIMAH: Oo! Its gorgeous. Smile (taking a picture) that pic is total display pict material!

ME: err. I’m not wearing scarf in that pic madame

FATIMAH: Oh yeaa. Holy girl now hey (wink) so you been wearing scarf full time?

ME: Yepp. That’s the plan. Although occasionally I don’t wear it…

FATIMAH: Hmm… Occasionally meaning???

ME: Like when I’m skyping with you and Zay, I don’t wear. And when I skype Uzair. And a few occasions when I was with Zah I had it off… I know! It’s not right!

FATIMAH: I’m not judging sweets! You wear more often than I doo

ME: I know, but I still need to take it more seriously. It’s just…with Uzair it seems odd for me to jump and quickly put a scarf on in front of him if he has to walk in. Ya know what I mean?

FATIMAH: I guess I do understand…. When you’ll dated you never wore scarf full time, so I get what you saying. Nooow……… (long pause)

ME: Nooow whaaaat??

FATIMAH: Now what’s the story with Mr. Tariq

ME: Isn’t he just…

FATIMAH: Gorgeous?

ME: (laughing) Missy! Keep your gaze down! You’re taken!

FATIMAH: (laughing) Maaf maaf apa. But seriously. You and Tariq?!

ME: It’s nothing. Qassam… I just got OUT of a relationship. He’s just being friendly

FATIMAH: Friendly?!?! You can SEE he likes you. He might as well tattoo it across his forehead

ME: Tattoo’s are haraam! Duuuh! Everyone knows that!

FATIMAH: (nudging me) Yass! Take me seriously for like one second!

ME: gee gee (sitting down on the couch in the change rooms). I’m listening

FATIMAH: Right! This is another boy. Friend or not friend or more than a friend, he is involved with you in a flirty manner

Flirty manner?!? she sounded like such an apa I had to pinch my self to stop the laughter that was going to escape through my mouth

FATIMAH: Any other time I would be..more enthusiastic about a very handsome guy being interested in you

Interested?!?! She deffo was spending too much time with the aunties. Its as if she were that kinda Aunty that likes to match make all the young people…But i didn’t interrupt her

FATIMAH: (sighing) All I’m saying is that, I don’t want to rain on your parade…. You just got out of one hectic relationship you had with Zaheer. And we both know it wasn’t that puppy love kinda dating….

I looked up at Fatimah. She was right. Yes, I was young, I wasn’t tying the know or anything or confessing my undying love for someone, but it wasn’t a fling or puppy love. He really did mean something to me

FATIMAH: And the worst part is that you basically have to see this idiot everyday at school, and I guess Tariq is there to fill a void

My mind wandered back to when Tar came over to comfort me in the mall outside forever 21 that day. When Fatz had left he said it him self, he wasn’t looking to date me, or to even have a ‘thing’ with me. He was just there, to be supportive I guess.

FATIMAH: Sweetie, just please pleeease please, don’t love to easy. Don’t wear your heart on your sleeve for any boy to just come take! You need to get a new perspective! I told you your life was going to become boy orientated when you move to Dubai…THIS is why you do NOT leave your best friend  (smiling) Because you can’t live without her and she cant live without you…

I got up and gave Fatz a big bear hug! She was right. I did need her, now more than ever so she could get me out of my stupid rut I was in

ME: I knoow I knoow…….. When is my life NOT boy orientated?!

FATIMAH: That would be never (laughing) But I have a solution to your problems…..

ME: Oh really! It better not be one of your messed up ideas on how to get my head straight and blahblahblah

FATIMAH: I promise you you’ll enjoy this!!!

ME: Yallah then, tell me!

FATIMAH: (spinning around) Well look around! We didn’t come to this amazing vintage store to talk about idiotic boys! We came here to SHOP! Yasmeen Raheem we are going to shop those boys right outta your hair!!!

ME: Boys!? Why you pluralizing it…. I only want one boy out of my head and that is z factor

FATIMAH: I think that can be arranged. Now come on! There are soo many rails of dresses we haven’t even gone through yet

So we finished up our little DMC, and went back to the clothing racks to see what we could find. 10 minutes later, we were knee deep in sequins, and puffy dresses, swimming in a sea of vintage clothes…..

ME: I am absolutely luuurving this dress! It fits so well! Don’t ya think Fatz?

FATIMAH: It’s gorgeous Yaz! Very vintage chic… And the colour is the perfect mix between gold and champagne.

ME: I want it Fatooo!!

FATIMAH: So then buy it Yasooo!!

ME: (sighing) Yeah, but then when am I gunna wear it?!

FATIMAH: Sweetie, you had 2 ball gowns in your closet and we use to dress up in those all the time! You’ll find some occassion for this dress

ME: I’m thinking… No one in the family is getting married. So no wedding functions. (Face breaking out into a HUGE smile) LIGHT BULB!!!

FATIMAH: Huh, I’m confused?

ME:  I.
Can wear this.
To…
Drum roll please…..

PROM!!!!!!!!!

FATIMAH: …. (Bursting into crazy fits of laughter) WOMAN ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!

ME: Hell yeah! Prom is a while away, but I would soo wanna wear this! Plus its one of a kind, can’t clash with anyone at prom… (sticking my tongue out)

FATIMAH: Ohmygawd! Stop saying ‘prom’. I feel so american right now (laughing) PROM…what next a crossage?

ME: Maaaaybe (wink) But there are soo many boys out there, I mean I’d end up with a few hundred crossages…

FATIMAH: Pff…Right… Sure. So when is this ‘prom’ of yours?

ME: Some time next year. But all the girls already started looking at styles and colours for their dressess.

FATIMAH: Are all of Zee’s friends talking to him after this ‘joburg girl’ fiasco?

ME: Talking!? Sweetie, nothing has changed between any of them! It’s only him and me that don’t talk. Ooh and Ashley

FATIMAH: Ashley? The blonde american british iranian one???  Wow that was a mouthful…

ME: Yes yes. She’s the devil.. I mean she’s the one…

FATIMAH: wait, soo why you two aren’t talking?

ME: (sighing, biting my lip) Because she’s Zaheer’s new flavour of the week

FATIMAH: (Gasssssping) NO!!! Noo way!!! Zaheer and Ashley! I can’t believe he would do that to you!!!

ME: Well start believeing it sister! They’re not dating or anything serious. He’s just basically touching her up. In front of me. Its just….sickening!! REALLY!

FATIMAH: (raising her eybrows) Jealous? So what about the other girls? Those 2 we met at the mall the other day? Lia aaand-

ME: Zainab? They pretend like NOTHING is wrong. Its seriously beyond fake. They’ll talk to me and sit with me… But then when Zaheer comes he’ll pay attention to them and suddenly, he’s mr.charming, sweeping them off their feet with his twisted words and pretty face and AARGH!!!

FATIMAH: Breeeeeaaaaaathe!! Yasss breeeeaaaaaathe. In through the nose out through the mouth. Wait. Was it in through the mouth out through the nose?!?

Just breeeathe

So I stood there in champagne coloured dress, breathing in and out following the soothing voice of Fatimah.

ME: Okay mummy Fatimah, I’m caalm

FATIMAH: Good. Maybe we should just stop talking about this….and go back to taking selfies and dressing up!

ME: Yes! Pleeease! Anything but Zaheer and all his fake friends!!

FATIMAH: Just one last question… Now that you called all his friends fake, does that make Tariq a fake friend?

I thought about her question. I still stuck to my statement. Zaheer Mohamed and his crew were not honest. They lived life for a laugh. They didn’t care about anyone else. If they did, they’d give a damn about others. But Tariq. He was… Different. (How cliche’d does that sound?!) But it was true. He was genuinely a good guy! It wasn’t his clothes or his money or his looks (maybe partially his looks, those eyes were irresistible). It was his honesty…

ME: Naah, Tariq isn’t fake at all. He’s…..real.

FATIMAH: Okay. NOW we can close that topic of discussion (looking at her watch) oh my god! Look at the time!! We’ve been here 2 hours!

ME: What!? (Laughing) Oh well… Time flies when you having fun!

FATIMAH: (twirling in her ball gown) and I’m having a BALL of a time. Gettit?! Cause I’m wearing a BALL gown?! (Laughing at her own joke)

ME: (laughing at the stupidity behind the joke) Ya Allah! Child, what do I do with you?? That was the lamest thing you have ever said. Well one of the many lame things you’ve said… (grabbing her into a rough hug)

FATIMAH: Aww, you love me really ‘doll’

ME: Noo ‘dolling’ me! That’s being hypocritical…

FATIMAH: Sue me! Imma hypocrite

ME: Shurrup and just go change! I’ll call my mother and tell her to pick us up.

FATIMAH: You buying that dress?!

ME: YES! I am deffo NOT parting with it! (Clutching to the dress for dear life) It’s just too fab! Mashallah…  You getting anything?

FATIMAH: I really liked that sequin top I tried on. The light blue and gold one. It was really cute!

So with our desired clothing, we made our way to the cashier, paid for our stuff, thanked the assistants for putting up with all of our noise and excitement and left. Only before we got to the door, it opened from the other side…

And in walked someone that looked very familiar…

Someone I knew…

That someone was Mademoiselle Lia Rai….

Best Friend Hugs ♥

Best Friend Hugs ♥

Ball Gowns

Dress up with Yas and Fatz!

Shout out to  ”Leyya, for being an amazing friend & always making us laugh smile We love you so much ♡ From Ammaarah & Rumaanah”

Shoutout to ”My Dom Half 😘 thank you for being the most AMAZING person in my life 😍 & I’m no words can do justice as to how much I’m going to Miss You 😥 . From your Dom Person 💕 #Y”

 

Part 74 – Master of Heartbreaks

WARNING: AUTHORNESS IS HIGH ON WAFFLES AND SYRUP!!!! ♥♥♥  🙂 🙂 🙂

(Sing the words below in tune to Call me Maybe)

Hey I just met you….. But I’m quite lazy…. And I’m really bored now…. Enjoy the post crazies!!!! 😉 😛 😉 

Heartbreaker

Heartbreaker

Bad Boy Zaheer

Aka Zaheer

Love. That word and all that it stands for is bull****. All of it doesn’t mean a single thing. Its merely a fantasy, a dream, an idea. an idea that is so often used in today’s world, and so often is it thrown around that it has lost its value. And instead of being a feeling, it simply just is a word. Love.

I’ve always had my head and priorities straight. It was pretty much girls girls girls. Then my grades. But I always had that covered. It wasn’t like I was dumb! Just that I wasn’t motivated. At all. Who needs motivation when they have charm and good looks?! Two things I knew I had plenty of. And of course I used it to advantage, chatting up the ladies, getting what I want. I never really had a plan. I never really needed a plan. It was simple. Ace my A-Levels, get into a top Uni. Party hard! Work my butt off. Ace varsity and graduate. Then it was all left in the hands of my Memon mother. Either an arranged marriage or me having to work abroad and then settle years later. I was leaning more towards the latter option. Marriage had its place and time and for me it wasn’t any time soon. The samoosa runs could wait another 6 years. I had all the time in the world to just sit back relax and enjoy the luxurious life in Dubai. I mean who wouldn’t? We lived on the palm, the beach was at my doorstep. I went to a school where all the girls worshiped me, (seriously no conceitedness intended), but it was true. Then I had ma best bro Tariq to join me on this roller coaster of a lifetime! Yeah I had it all. I still DO have it all. One girl is not going to take that all away…

That one girl. That god damn one girl. Yasmeen. Who was I kidding? Me….. In a re… Re….relat. The ‘R’ word basically. Zaheer Mohamed doesn’t and will not ever date. That was the plan. But hey, plans change. People change. Pff naa, that’s also a lie. People don’t change. They can get better at things. But change, now sweetie let’s not kid our selves. So there I was 3 months ago thinking I was in ‘love’. Thinking I had found my soul mate, my one true love. Again, all BULL! Lemme let you in on a little secret, Love and Zaheer. Two words that will NEVER go together. Of course girls LOVE Zaheer, but he don’t LOVE them. He could like them, for maybe 5 seconds. Maybe even 5 minutes if he’s really generous…. But then I just wash them straight outta my hair and move on.

No noo nooo…. I’m not a bad boy. Bad boys are those guys your mother would warn you about. Tell you to stay away from. But I guarantee you, your mother would NEVER tell you to stay away from me, Zaheer Mohamed, a total bicharo looking kinda boy. In fact, I assure that your mother will encourage you, maybe even straight up tell you to come talk to me, because guess what? I live in Dubai , I’m good looking and….oh yeah… that’s right! I’m kinda loaded. Again, no conceitedness intended. Its the truth. And the truth can be painful.

Naah, I lie…. it isn’t a pain being loaded! It’s a gift. It got me the designer shoes I need to whisk girls off their feet. It buys me the perfume that girls would go dizzy just dreaming about. Yes yes, being rich is a privilege, but hey you get some gold diggers out there, and I make sure I steer clear of them and their mothers at ALL costs… But no, I was no bad boy. I was pretty much the heart breaker in disguise.

Ashamed. Not at all.

Proud. Sort of.

So to all those girls out there, don’t say I didn’t warn you when you feel the heart break of Zaheer Mohamed…

But there was one girl I didn’t warn. It was too late to warn her anyways. She was wrapped up with me. I was wrapped up with her. Yasmeen. I never warned her. Not once did I behave arrogantly or rudely. Except for the time that I told her she didn’t know me… The night before she left… But I barely remember that night. I try to forget it all. To block it all out.  To pretend it NEVER happened! She was stupid to think I would change. Everyone was stupid to think I was going to change! And for what? A girl!? Hmph… You got to know me better than that to know that Zaheer Mohamed doesn’t change for anybody! And I proved that, to my self, to everyone around me. I proved my point… And I didn’t care how many people I had to hurt in the process…  But one thing you should REALLY know is that… It was never part of the plan. I was never meant to hurt Yasmeen. But it had to be done one way or another.

Joburg. Joburg. Joburg. So many memories where do I begin! I could start with the wedding and go into the boring details of it… Or. The night life. I choose the latter option. More excitement. More va va voom! The best holiday by far! It was sick! The good kinda sick! The people we were chilling with all through that wedding weekend were total nut cases! They were just what I needed! A dose of crazy! They had no care in the world. We partied late, played poker, shisha err’thing! I owe my best holiday all to them.

Being in that hotel building till the late hours in the morning was like another world all together! I kept on getting messages from the outside world, from Tariq, from Yasmeen, from Ashley and the girls, all asking about my trip. But worlds couldn’t explain the the time of my life I was having! Fun. Hmm… Fun. One simple word can describe such freaking crazy memories. But the one night, I just needed a breather.  I needed to know that the poker the smoking the partying, it was all actually real! And that these party people existed. So I went to the terrace restaurant. This outdoors place that had a magnificent view of Joburg.  I ordered my self a drink and went over to the railing where a girl was standing. There were plenty girls that were taken by the guys, by my cousins, by the partying dudes. I respected that, they were taken, but oooh the single ladies. I’m pretty sure I chatted up every single one of them in that week! But this girl, she seemed occupied. Her mind seemed occupied. Her back was facing me and she seemed wrapped up in her thoughts. I didn’t want to bother her, so I just went and stood close by, taking in the view of the night city lights. I was about to let my mind wander off……. When the girl turned around spilling my drink all over me….

The rest of the night was history. The details weren’t important. But it was HER. It was HER, I had seen HER and the all feelings for Yasmeen vanished. Believe me, it was NOT love at first sight or any of that romancy crap you invisioning between Joburg girl and me. It was more that SHE…was just….. So HOT! She was beyond hot! And that  body was fit! An athlete, definitely. You could see it. She was tall…. And of course I didn’t think twice about getting ‘to know’ her. She was single. I wanted to mingle. We got. And it was history.

Did I feel guilty?! Absolutely not.

I was dating Yasmeen. Agh, but why even bother thinking about that. She’s the same as every other girl. I had done it a million times already.

Find a new girl, move on.

She’ll manage to live through it. But seeing that girl….. It proved something. It proved that ‘love’ didn’t exist. There was no soul mate, that perfect somebody out there for me! I ‘thought’ I loved Yasmeen. (Key word there, ‘thought’, past tense. ) But I was wrong. There is no. Such thing. As love. It does not exist! Nor will it cease to exist! There’s such a thing as arranged marriage of course, and that’s probably where I’ll end up at the end of the rainbow. So why. Even. Bother? Hmm…. Why? What’s to gain from the lovey dovey crap you say to a girl? And the words she says back to you?! They mean zilch! You just end up being one helluva messed up emotional roller coaster There is no gain. Maybe pain, but that doesn’t even affect me! I don’t get hurt, I hurt others. So might as well spare Raheem. Put her outta her misery. Let her know her prince charming of a Zaheer is dead.

Gone.

And that he never really existed.

He was a phase.

A phase of stupidity.

A phase of blindness.

I couldn’t see that love didn’t exist and roped Yasmeen into this. I needed less luggage. I needed to drop Yasmeen. I was done! With all this mushuu love crap! Done. I felt nothing after joburg. Nothing for Yasmeen, nothing for anybody, nothing for life it self. I preferred to describe my self as numb. Numb to everything around me, oblivious to others feelings. No, not selfish. I was numb. HELL NO I was not hurting. Because how could I hurt when I didn’t feel pain at all? Ever….

Nothing could beat the time I had in Joburg. There was no NEED to feel like I was having a ‘good time’ anymore. Even when I was with Tariq, it just felt like a drag. There was no NEED for me to have a girlfriend. There was no NEED for me to feel anything. For anyone. Because I was Zaheer Mohamed. Master of heartbreaks.

And on that plane ride coming back to Dubai, my mind was made up. I was going to tell Yasmeen. And I did tell Yasmeen Not because ‘she deserved to know the truth’ or other soppy romantic reasons, but it was the easiest way to just END things. No questions asked. No remorse. No guilt. No blame. No tears. That was the new plan. I had a reputation to maintain. I re arranged my priorities, got my head straight, and walked off that plane into the Dubai heat…

Feelings...Deleting...

Deleting…Feelings…

Bad Boy...

Bad Boy…

Shout out to‘Mahdiyyah C. Hope you have the Happiest of birthday! Don’t be too naughty 😉 Geniet bru. From Eysha.” Also, Happy Birthday from DOAD 🙂 xoxo

Shout out to ” Yuneza :’D I miss you soo much, you’re my other half , I can’t live without you ♡ from Zibyα ☆ “
 
Shout out to ”Ammaarah Malik Ahmed, the most amazing best friend in the whole world! Ilysm ♡ from Rumaanah Ismail”
 
Shoutout to ”My fantabulously amazing sister Zainab!! Bet you didn’t see this coming!! Much Love ‘John” 😀
 
Shout out to ”Naasira Gattoo, Azrah Kadwa, Amaarah Saloojee & Aaliyah Saloojee From Imaan Gattoo”

 

Shoutout to ”AZUTAH for being the best group of besties ever..Love yuh all..X.Aasiya”

Part 73 – Bitter Betrayal

MAAF MAAF MAAF! Make me maaf for the delay in posting this post! Now, which lucky little bum is this post dedicated too…… 😀

***Drum Roll Please***

ZAHRA BANANANANA 😀 Sweetie, I see you smiling at your screen right now *winkwink* But the fact that you went onto Google to google heartbreaks :’) Was just precious! And shows dedication 😛 Remember, and dont you ever forget that you complete my fruit bowl 😉 Much Love DOAD ♥ xoxo
Back to bed...

Back to bed…

School!  Bloody bullocks. I had SCHOOl! I got outta bed, put my alarm off, then like a a groggy zombie walked to the bathroom, did my morning procedure, face wash and all that. I looked in the mirror. Was I even in the mood to look presentable?! Was there a point?! A purpose?! Who did I have to impress anyway?! As long as I was happy with walking out the house as a groggy zombie, why should I care what anyone thought?! I slipped on my skinny black jeans, pulled on my school jersey, tied my hair up into a messy bun and took my scarf. I slipped on a little lippie. Heartbroken or not, I could never leave the house with my lips not lippie’d up!

Armaan and I ate breakfast in silence. We both looked so bad! We had bags under our eyes and looked like we hadn’t slept in days. Which was sorta true. We only finished off with the Akoojee’s at mid night last night. And now he we were, surviving on 6hours sleep, having to go to school for 8hours. Yes, I was complaining a helluva lot! Everybody knew not to mess with Yasmeen Raheem when she barely had any sleep.

We got to school on time. The driver dropped us off which meant the car ride was quiet. I plugged in my headphones all the way till I was in the safety of my classroom. Only. I was shocked. To see him. To see Zaheer. In my class. Only he wasn’t waiting for me like how he normally would. Instead, he was there. With ashley! What the hell was going on?!?!?!

I quickly looked down, not making eye contact with the group of them around the table I sat on. It was Ashley, Zaheer, Lia and Zainab. How typical… He was the only guy with 3 girls. I went to my locker took out my books, laptop, pencil case…. I basically tried spending most of my time by my locker to avoid going by the desperato girls and the Z factor. I turned around holding my mountain of stuff to see that Zaheer was gone. It was just Ashley there. She sat watching some show on her laptop clearly avoiding eye contact. She was such a… a…. a…. I mean…. what the HELL was she thinking?! How absolutely bloody desperate was she that she was taking my leftovers?! That is basically the mentality i had behind what I had just seen

And for once I kind of felt Nuha’s pain. I felt something of what Nuha would’ve felt when she found out Yumna kissed her boyfriend. This…this was different. It wasn’t the same as Nuha’s scenario…Ashley wasn’t even my BEST friend. But its like….I thought she ha dmy back, i thought she would THINK before she jumped all over Zaheer. It was like betrayal beyond betrayal! She was such an absolute…. Argh! Words could not even freaking describe how fuming mad I was!!!! So I just sat down in my seat. Which was next to hers. Argh… Could this morning get any worse?!?!?!

The teacher took the register and dismissed us. The day went by at snaaaaaaaails paaaaaaaace. Luckily my Fati Pataati had gotten a Dubai numero so she bb’d me from her new number and kept me company all through our first break. Yes, I sat like a loner in the classroom instead of going down by the paki crew. The last thing I needed or wanted was to see Zaheer all over Ashley. My word. My head could still not wrap around at how QUICK that boy moves on. And to have the audacity to come be all flirtatious in MY classroom.  Where I sat!?!?!?!  I mean, he wanted to prove a point. His point came across loud and clear. He wanted to move on, yallah! But it sucked at the same time… I tried to pay attention in my classess after break, but the whole time my mind was wandering back to Ashley. And Zaheer. And somehow I started to think about Tariq. So when he caught up to me in the hallway, I was relieved to see his face…
TARIQ: Yas!

ME: (turning around) Hey!

TARIQ: Come on sunshine, gimme a smile!

ME: (smiling) There? Am I smiley enough for you..

TARIQ: Where were you? During break? (Walking in step with me)

ME: Well, I wasn’t really in the mood to see Zaheer womanizing with all the girls. So…ya know… I was just hibernating in my class

TARIQ: Zaheer wasn’t the only one sitting downstairs. Whabout me? Wait, you sat on your own?

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…

TARIQ: If my memory doesnt fail me i believe the saying was more along the lines of  ‘lonesome causes depression’?

ME: Soooo? I don’t mind slipping into depression either…

TARIQ: (smiling and nodding his head) Well I mind! And I’m pretty sure Fatimah would mind as well…

ME: Don’t pull the best friend card on me Tarrrrr!

TARIQ: Why nooooot? (smiling that smug smile)

ME: (sighing) Whether I’m depressed or not, she’s miles away in Durban sooo, depressed or not it won’t affect her!

TARIQ:  (looking at his watch)  As much as I would LOVE to carry this conversation on, I have to get to class. You better come down at lunch!

ME: (looking around to see the hallways were empty) Or what?! (Smiling smugly)

TARIQ: (walking right up to me) Or I’ll come drag you down. Kicking and screaming. Even you bite or claw me, Yasmeen Raheem I will get you downstairs!

I could feel his breath on me. And something in his voice made me believe that he really WOULD carry me down. Even if I started screaming and kicking…

ME: Fine, we’ll see

TARIQ: Good (wink)

And he was gone. But once again, he didn’t turn his back on me. He walked backwards facing me with this genuine smile plastered on his face. As contagious as his laughter, his smile made me smile within seconds. The next lesson went a bit better knowing I wasn’t a loner in school now that I was single… And without any boyfriend. Then, before I knew it, it was lunch! I made my way to my locker praying to god Zaheer was NOT in my room! I took a quick peep, yipp he wasn’t there and neither was Ashley. I took my food and started to make my way downstairs to where the ‘paki crew’ sat. In my mind I no longer considered to be part of that crew… As I was walking down the stairs I rounded the corner…

The sight I was greeted with made me seeth.

It made me sick.

It made me mad.

So uncontrollably mad!

Zaheer was with Ashley, his arms wrapped around her waist walking with her outside. The lump in my throat returned. I could feel the tears pricking in the back of my eyes. I bit my lip extra hard, pinched my self and tried to breeeeaaaathe. I thought of Nuha. The advice she had given me. Then I thought of Uzair. And how I wanted nothing more than to cry onto his shoulder, and want him to tell me it was all going to be okay. Instead, I felt a hand on my shoulder. A strong steady warm hand turned me around to come face to face with a pair of blue eyes. Tariq. He looked behind me to see what I had seen. To see what made my mood so rotten. To see what had taken my smile away. He nodded his head as if to say lets go. It reminded me of something my Nana would do, only he’d nod his head and say ‘Challo’… I thought Tariq was going to walk me back upstairs to my room, instead he walked me outside. Outside where Zaheer was

ME: (swallong the lump in my throat) No Tar, please no

TARIQ: Shh, calm down

We walked outside. We neared where the paki crew were sitting but Tariq shocked me. Instead of going to sit there, he walked straight past Zaheer and the paki crew, who now had their eyes on us, and went to a bench on the far side of the outdoors courtyard. He sat me down, pulled up a chair and sat opposite me

TARI: You okay?

I nodded. I couldn’t really say anything. I didn’t WANT to say anything. I didn’t trust my voice. So instead I opened my container and found a lovely surprise. Samoosa’s. Not just any samoosa’s…they were my mothers famous delicious chocolate samoosa’s

ME: Want one?

TARIQ: Err, no thaks

ME: Oh come on Tar! They’re chocolate!

TARIQ: Seriously? Chocolate samoosa’s?! (looking shocked)

ME: (laughing) Yes! Come on now! Once you have one, you wont ever say no again. Yallah!

TARIQ: Mmm…on onw condition…You have to feed me

ME: Done! Close your eyes… And tell me how delicous it tastes

TARIQ: (closing his eyes) Okay,

(opening his mouth, he bit the samoosa) Mmm…..

Oh my gawd! That is soo good (opening his eyes) Seriously! Did you make that?

ME: Me? In the kitchen! Err, no! My mother made it…

TARIQ: Well your mother must be really talented!

ME: (msiling to my self) Yeah, I guess she is

The rest of the day was kind of numb. I didn’t feel happy sad mad, I felt nothing…I chose to feel nothing. I steered clear of Ashley and Zaheer, just waiting for the school day to come to an end so I could leave that wretched building and not have to see everyone’s wretched faces….except Tariq’s of course! And then, IT WAS 3 O CLOCK! I dashed outta school in a hurry, waved to Tariq as I whizzed past him and into my mothers car. I jumped into the front only to see that someone was already sitting there….

FATIMAH: YASOOO!!! Chuck it, I’m sitting in the front (wink)

Hope

Hope

Think I Think

Think I Think

Shoutout to ”Rumaanah Ismail for being thee most amazing person anyone can find 😘 ilyyy xx From Ammarrah”
 
A Shout out ”To my awesome besties Juwairiya,Asma,Humayra,Aamina & my lovely cousins Fatima, Zainab and all the BA girls Love you guys!” *big hug* (Faatimah)
 
Shout out to ” My incredible gorgeous sister Atiyya Sarang ….. #muchlove doll from your loving sister Ammarah”

Part 72 – Wild Goose Chase

Heyooo all You DOAD’ers! This post and the previous post were quite lenghty (my fingers seriously needa massage) Sooo there will be no post tomorrow 😦 It’s Friday anyways, and I’m just a BIT busy…. Next post will be out on Saturday! Jummah Mabrook (in advance) 😀 Have a lovely Friday Habibti’s and Habibi’s!  Much Love DOAD ♥  xoxo 

Tariq's Blue eyes

Tariq’s Blue eyes

TARIQ: Yazz!

ME: Heey!

It was non other than Tariq! That boys timing was impeccable…and Fatimah’s facial expression was PRICELESS! Her mouth was hanging wide open. Of course she was shocked. Who wouldn’t be?! Tariq was a total babe magnet.

TARIQ: Hi! I thought it was you. I saw the girls talking to you and from the scarf…

ME: The scarf! My trademark (laughing) Oh yes, Tariq this is Fatimah.

FATIMAH: (shyly timidily quietly looking at Tariq) Err, hello

TARIQ: So THIS is Fatimah hey? The best friend, am I correct?

ME: Mhmm, yes you are. What are you doing here? I don’t believe for a second that you were about to walk into Forever21….

TARIQ: (laughing)I know you girls like this place. I’m more of a Harvey Nichols kinda guy (walking closer to me)

FATIMAH: (feeling slightly awkward) Yas, I’m just going to see that…that store okay?

And she was gone in a flash. I looked at Tariq who was now standing right by me….

TARIQ: I was actually coming to check up on you (placing his hand over mine) I heard what happen with Zaheer, I’m sorry Yasmeen. Really, I’m sorry

ME: (swallong hard) It’s not your fault. Don’t apologize…

TARIQ: You’re right its not my fault. But still, I can’t help but feel responsible. From the start, I knew it wasn’t going to end well. He;s Zaheer

ME: Did you come here to make me feel better or worse? (smiling half a smile)

TARIQ: Sorry. Zah was an idiot. What he did was wrong and the fact that nobody really realizes tha-

ME: Tarrr…. Seriously, it’s alright. It’s fine. I’m alright

TARIQ: (looking at me quizzically) Are you? Are you really?

ME: (nodding my head) Whatever happened happened. I can’t…..(sighing) I can’t change it. I’m just glad the holidays are here so I don’t have to see his (my turn to use some very colourful words) face!

TARIQ: (laughing) Oooooo, madamoiselle Raheem has a tongue!

ME: Yes……yes I do! (smiling)

I looked down and noticed Tariq’s hand was still over mine. I was scared to look into his eyes because they were every shade of grey and blue mixed together. They were mesmorizing and I would just get pulled into them and argh! It would just be a very messy situation…

TARIQ: Here’s some advice. Forget it. Forget him. Forget what he did. Just, live your life

ME: That’s going to be hard considering we go to school together….

TARIQ: You don’t have any lessons together (pulling his hands away and shoving them in his pockets) Look, I’m not coming onto your or anything… I’m just offering you my friendly services. My shoulder if you wanna cry, my humor if you want a laugh, and of course my handsome face if you want to look at something pretty…

That caught me so off gaurd that I just burst out laughing louder than expected!

ME: (nudging him in his tummy) Shurrup! (laughing) That was amazingly worded though…How many times you used that dialogue on a girl?

TARIQ: Ooo, wat too many time, I’ve lost count! Lets just say it’s a full proof dialogue (wink)

Tariq made me laugh, a LOT! We chatted for another few minutes until my hands started to ache form carrying the packets.

TARIQ: Here, lemme carry them for you (reaching his hands out to take the packets)

ME: Noo, noo its fine…

TARIQ: Don’t be ridiculous!

ARGH! WHY do London accents have to be so god damn cute?! The way he said ‘ridiculous’….

ME: Fiine, only because I think the blood stopped circulating in my hands… (handing some packets over to him)

TARIQ: How I love when you talk science to me! (wink) Where’s your friend gone?!

ME: That. Is a very good question! (looking around) Oh god! I lost my best friend on her first day in Dubai! That too in DUBAI MALL!

TARIQ: Its fine…We can just call her.

ME: Umm, that’s the thing….They came THIS morning….she doesn’t exactly have a Dubai numeroo…

TARIQ: Yazmeen!

ME: Correction! It’s YaSmeen!

TARIQ: My apologies ma lady, Yasmeeeeeeen! How on earth are we going to find her now?!

ME: We? You’re sticking around… No Tar, you came to the mall to NOT look for Fatimah. Go, I’ll be fine.

TARIQ: (smiling his sidewards smile) You’re not getting rid of me and that’s final!

ME: But-

TARIQ: No but’s! Now yallah your touche (walking off)

ME: MY touche?!??!?!

TARIQ: That means butt!

ME: Err, in what language?!

TARIQ: My language (wink)

And then we searched high and low for Ms.Akoojee! I swear she was hiding from us on purpose. She knew that if I had to go to the restaurant where our parents were waiting, WITH OUT her, my mother would kill me! I had to find Fatimah before 8 o clock! We checked Forever 21 again, Bershka, Pull and Bear H&M! You name it, we searched it…..but she was no where to be found…..

TARIQ: Do you have any idea where she could be?

ME: Well, her boyfriend is kind of into sports. She could’ve gone to Nike to buy him something..

TARIQ: That’s good enough for me. Le’goo

But we had no luck. We checked Adidas, Nike, Reebok, every sports store…Fatimah was just. Not. There!

ME: (sitting down on a bench) I give up! I give up….I dunno where she is!

TARIQ: Whats the rush anyway?

ME: We’re having dinner, my family and hers and my mother will just murder me if I loose Fatz!

TARIQ: So does she know when and where the supper is at?

ME: Well, yes….she does.

TARIQ: So then don’t freak. I’m pretty sure she’s messing with you (giving me a sneaky smile)

ME: And how are you SO sure of that?

TARIQ: You’re YaSsSmeen! You’re easy to tick off…and when you get mad its funny, and cute. Funnily cute

Me: (smiling) Thanks, I think. (sighing)I am really sorry though! Your afternoon was spent on a wild goose chase! Looking for my baboon of a best friend!

TARIQ: (tiliting his head sideways sitting down next to me) Naah, don’t be sorry. I wouldn’t change a thing about today. It was…..spontaneous. Maybe even fun (wink)

I sat on the bench and let my mind wander off into the dangerous territory of the z factor. I thought about what his reaction would be if he saw me with Tariq right now. Would he react? How would he feel? Would he be jealous? Would he even care? They were good friends, but they were SO different. Zaheer aimed to please the public, he was a peoples person. He thrived on chatting up girls, making everyone fall in love with him. Tariq just seemed so honest and up front. If people didn’t like him, it didn’t phase him. With Zaheer people wanted to be around him because they he gave them attention. But with Tariq, it was his personality (and DUH his looks) that made people want to know him. He would always tell something how it was, he never tried to sugar coat anything. I looked up to see Tariq looking at me, his piercing grey eyes staring back into mines…

ME: What?

TARIQ: Nothing

ME: (smiling) No. What are you looking at?

TARIQ: Is that a trick question?

ME: (nudging him playfully) Seriously. Why were you looking at me like that?

TARIQ: Looking at you like what?

ME: Like that?! (drawing circles in mid air around his face)

TARIQ: (shrugging his shoulders) I don’t know what you’re on about. I was merely looking at you…

ME: Yess! I think we’ve both acknowledged that. The question is, why that facial expression?

TARIQ: (laughing) You’re going to have to clarify what facial expression I supposedly had to you. Supposedly I had a facial expression that you’re supposing I supposedly had. Although supposedly I don’t re call this facial expression you suppose I had…..

ME: ……

TARIQ: supposedly

I just started laughing! This boy was insane!

ME: What?! Now I’m more confused than ever!

TARIQ: (flashing his million dollar smile) That’s the point! (wink)

ME:(imitating his English accent) You’re ridiculous!!

TARIQ: Errr….Was that suppose to be how I sound?

ME: (laughing) Yes!! Pretty good isn’t it?!

TARIQ: It’s actually not too bad Raheem. Come on, I better help you with your packets. Where are you guys having dinner?

ME: That Italian restaurant by the water fountain.

TARIQ: Don’t send me on another Wild Goose Chase looking for an Italian restaurant… (standing up) Need a hand? (Holding out his hand)

ME: (taking his hand) Why thank you!

TARIQ: (looking at me, tilting his head and giving me a side wards smile) You’re most welcome!

We walked to the restaurant in silence. Truthfully, it wasn’t awkward. I could let my guard down with Tariq. I wasn’t trying to impress him and I knew that he would see straight through the artificial stuff.

ME: Do me a favor pleeeease?! Just casually walk inside the restaurant and see if Fatz is sitting there?

TARIQ: People will think I’m weird!

ME: I thought you didn’t care what people thought about you… (looking at him knowingly)

TARIQ: (Pulling me closer so that he was whispering in my ear) I don’t.

And he walked off to see if Fatimah was there. I had to make sure she was here with me so that my mother wouldn’t ask HOW and WHY I lost my other half!!! Tariq came back nodding his head. Fati wasn’t inside. Just as I was about to give up and walk into Vapiano (name of the restaurant) I heard one loud screechy voice screaming my name. I turn around to see non other than Fatimah Akoojee running towards me

ME: You crazy woman! Where the hell were you?!

FATIMAH: Oh. So I’M the crazy person?!?!

ME: Err. Yes!! We looked all over for you!!!

FATIMAH: Wait, who’s we?

TARIQ: Remember me? Just by the way, you owe me my Saturday!

FATIMAH: Oh my gosh! Yasmeeeen! You made him waste all this time looking for me???

ME: I never! He insisted!

FATIMAH: I am sooo sorry Tariq! (Laughing) I was only meant to make Yasmeen go on a wild goose chase looking for me!!!

I looked at Tariq as if to say ‘ I TOLD YOU SO’!!!

ME: SEE! I knew she was going to pitch up. Giving me a mini heart attack (nudging Fatz lightly) You idiot!

FATIMAH: Aww you love me really! (giving Yas a hug) (looking at Tariq)Again, I’m sorry!

TARIQ: It’s fine (laughing) you guys have a cute relationship….Like sisters

ME: Like sisters?!?!?!

FATIMAH: Correction: We ARE sisters! Our parents just split us up at birth!

TARIQ: And Yooou (pointing at Fatimah) might just be as crazy as Yasmeen!

ME: AS crazy?!?!?

FATIMAH: What you talking? I’m crazier!!!

Tariq was laughing away, clearly entertained by Fatimah and I. But his phone started to buzz. I didn’t quie get to see who was calling as he swiped his phone to cut the call…

ME: Who was it? Dint you answer?

TARIQ: Naa, not important. Listen I’ve got to go…

FATIMAH: It was nice meeting you Tariq. Yas I’ll see you inside okay…

And Fatz left. She did that on purpose to leave Tariq and I alone

ME: Sooo… How many apologies do I owe you?

TARIQ: (looking quizzically at me) Apologies? For what?

ME: For wasting your day! Duuuh! The guilt is eating me up inside Tar!

TARIQ: (laughing) No apologies necessary ma’am. But I do know how you can pay this little debt…

ME: Name it!

TARIQ: Gimme a day

ME: A day?

TARIQ: I know your friend is in town. But just give me one day. One day of your winter holidays to just have fun! You can even bring that Fatimah if you want. Bring your whole family, bring all your South African weirdos you got hiding in your cupboard!

I laughed. My South African weirdo’s were going to be here in less than a week. Aka the Bobat crew!

TARIQ: Just a day. What do you say!?

ME: I say….. You tell me where and when and I’ll be there (smiling)

Tariq’s face burst into a smile. It made me want to smile and before I could help it, I was smiling from ear to ear.

TARIQ: I’ll see you tomorrow okay?

ME: Uff, school…don’t remind me!

TARIQ: (putting his hand on my shoulder) It’ll be okay. I promise (giving me his million dollar smile) I really gotta go.

ME: Goo goo! I’ve kept you long enough!

TARIQ: Enjooy your dinner

ME: You tooo

And then we was walking away. But he didn’t turn his back. No no no! As he walked away, he was walking backwards, facing me. He eventually bumped into one lady and only then did he turn around and walk with his back facing me. That smile. His smile had such an effect on me that the entire supper I sat there. Smiling like I had just won the lottery or something. Armaan was shocked to see me smiling so much. He must’ve been thinking what was up with his whacko of a bigger sister. The only person that kinda sorta knew the reason I was smiling was Fatimah. And she sat there kicking me under the table through that entire supper, which was fab! An absolutely gorgeous evening with my other family the Akoojee’s. We had dinner outside in Dubai’s winter breeze. We watched the water fountain in all its lighting glory. Had dessert. Said our goodbyes (till the next day of course) Then we made our way home. But as I climbed into bed, my smile soon began to fade. A lump formed in my throat. Zaheer. Tomorrow. School. I let my nightmares pull me under as I fell into a deep sleep….

Unbiological Sisters ♥

Unbiological Sisters ♥

Shout out to ”Aysha Vawda, missing her lots! Hope you enjoy your holiday And to ”Andaleeb Dawood 🙂 From Aanisah”

Shout out to ”Maseeha , lotsa love cousin♡… From Aaisha”

Shout out to ”All my blog sisters out there! Url doin a brilliant joB 😉 to relatable101, diaryofadubain, letterfromz And mani more from Zubaida in stilettos :)”

Part 71 – Sisters Before Misters

HEEEEEEY! IT’S SO GOOD TO FINALLY BE BACK! Maaf for the caps lock..it’s…just…I…missed you guys….(fake tear) soo much! 😀 Let’s get down to biltong business now….HERE IS PART 69! And of course it has to be dedicated to one helluva amazing person, my other half! Don’t get too busy in the jungle and forget about me 😉 😉 I know you really wanna be your neighbors BFF, but don’t forget, I EXIST! 😀 My other half, my jaan….. love you lots My jungle Buddy! ♥  xoxo Much Love DOAD xoxo

Inseperable♥

Inseperable♥

Oleeey oleeeeey oley oley oleeeeeey!!!!

The excitement. The happiness the JOY! Ooo on the sight of her gorgeous face. FATIMAH! The minute I heard small little Zain baba screaming, I began to jump up and down. I could not contain the excitement bubbling within me. So much so I thought it was going to be like one of those movies where the cray cray lady runs through security to see her one true love. That was going to be me if Armaan hadn’t grabbed me and held me back.

ME: Fatimah!!!! (Waving) over here you banana!!!! Fatoooo!!!!

FATIMAH: (running to me) YAASSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

I couldn’t resist, I ducked under Armaan’s hand that was holding me back and ran to Fatz! She dived onto me enveloping me into a beeg bear hug!!!!

ME: Don’t you EVER EVER leave meeee!!! EVER agaaaaain!

FATIMAH: (tearing coming in her eyes) Awwww! Babe! Get over here

Fatimah never cried. Not in sad movies, not while reading sad books. Nothing. So when I saw the tears in her eyes…I was touched!

ME: Awww. My Fati Patati! Don’t cwwwwwwwy! (Wiping the tears away)

FATIMAH: (swatting my hand away) Shush you!!! (Wiping her own tears away) I missed you too tooo too much! I just…

ME: REALLY MISSED ME! I get it!

YUSUF: break it up you two! You’ell embarassing… People are staring

ME: YUSI! (Jumping onto him giving him a hug) so what if people look?!

YUSUF:  Yasooo! Well if people look, they’ll think we retarded

FATIMAH: (joining our group hug) aww! Guys include me

YUSUF: noo! You not part of our cool group

ME: neither of us are part of it! Only HAAAJ is (wink)

YUSUF: (jumping away) Shush you! Come on big mouth.. Dubai awaits!

The akoojee’s were staying very centrally to our house and Dubai Mall. In fact, to be exact. They were staying at the JW Marriott Marquis, the tallest hotel iin the world. You know how Dubai is, Go big or go home. And they went BIG! And stunning. The building was alongside sheikh zayed road, and was so fancy from the exterior, that the moment we went inside, I wasn’t shocked to see the fancy chendeliers and modern lobby

ME: This place is…

FATIMAH: Amaaazing!

AUNTY ZAHEERA: Aren’t you use to all this glitz and glam Yas?

ME: no no! How cany anyone get use to this? There’s always something more glam in Dubai…

AUNTY ZAHEERA: So you staying the night with us? (nudging me)

MUM: She wishes! She got school tomorrow.

YUSUF: it’s Sunday tomorrow?

ME: Yes… We have school on Sunday…

Fatimah looked at Yusuf. Yusuf looked at Fatimah. They both looked at Zain. And the three of them burst out laughin/b it was really NOT funny. More like traigic how went to school on a Sunday. I started tickling Zain!

ME: and what you laughing at zainoo?!

ZAIN: I dunnoooow. Fatoo is laughing

ME: and isn’t she got a funny face

ZAIN: yee her face is sooo funny

ME: like a clown

ZAIN: (giggling) like a clown!

FATIMAH: Zainooo!!!  So wait, you seriously going school tomorrow?

ME: I’ll just go tomorrow. Then I’m missing the rest of the week

MUM: You wish

We eventually twisted my mothers arm enough so that she let me off for the rest of the week after tomorrow. I was psyched! We let the Akoojee’s check in to their rooms while we set off home. We would be seeing them in a few hours. But it looked like they REALLY needed the sleep…

6hours later with many shopping bags in each of our hands, Fatz and I decided to have a rest. We had been shopping for the past few hours but now we wanted of some much needed caffeine to have the energy to continue our shopping spree!

FATIMAH: My feet are soooooore!!

ME: Shaame! Must I cal Zay to come massage them for you?!?

FATIMAH: Shurrup! (Sticking her tongue out at me)

ME: Well who asked you to wear elasticated pumps?!

FATIMAH: Me! Cause they are perrtty…

ME: Aww Zayaan is far far away (wink) no need to dress up for me doll!

FATIMAH: Doll?! Still?! I thought now that you awaay from Uzii you’ll stop saying ‘doll’!

ME: You know what they say (thinking back to my skype convo with Uzair) old habits die hard (big cheesy smile)

FATIMAH: Hmph…. Yea, I see that! Soooo what’s the story between you two?

ME: who two?

FATIMAH: don’t play dumb! Between Uzair and yooou?!

ME: Let’s order something first before we dive into that topic.

We had come to one my favouritest cafe’s in Dubai Mall, Shakespeares &. Co It was so vibrant, the furniture all looked vintage… And the food…. Oh the food and cakes and treats were just marvellous!

FATIMAH: Soo what’s good here?

ME: The triple chocolate fudge cake is tres tres yummy!

FATIMAH: Tres? Huh, what?

ME: Tres means very in french!

FATIMAH: I’m ‘tres’ sorry madamoiselle! (Laughing) since when you speak french?!?!

ME: The girls in my year take french, so when I revise with them I pick up words here and there. Would you just hurry your butt up and order?!?!

She ordered a cappucino (how very standard of her). I wasn’t cray cray about coffee… And I was in no mood for tea. So I ordered a very colourful tasty looking cocktail. Alongside that, we ordered a slice of chocolate cake and a cinammon muffin.

FATIMAH: Okaay, so yallah! Spill all on the Uzair situation!?

ME: It’s really not THAT bigga deal… That day…that day we were skyping, you Nuha and me and he walked in. Well we started talking from then…

FATIMAH: What?! So loong and you haven’t even told me?!

ME: What’s there to tell?!

I had to keep my lips sealed and avoid eye contact. Fatimah had the ability to stare me in the eye and get the truth out of me. She couldn’t know that I told Uzair the history between Nuha and Yumna…

FATIMAH: So there’s nothing more to tell me? (Raising her eyebrows) I heard he and that Yumna broke up? She was one helluva nasty girl

ME: Mhmm… (Sipping my drink)

FATIMAH: And, um. You haven’t mentioned lover boy Zaheer yet…  (winking at me) where’s all the juicy lovey dovey stories about prince charming?!

ME: (swallong hard) Fatz, there’s something… I kinda needa… I didn’t tell you but. (Twiddling my thumbs) Zaheer and I…Fatz we… We finished. We broke up.

Fatimah looked shocked! She didn’t expect me to say that… I was even quite shocked that I hadn’t burst into tears!

FATIMAH: No! Baaabe, what happen?

Things were going so well?!  I mean, was it a rough patch? An argument? Did he forget your 1months anniversary?

ME: No noo. Nothing small or petty…(Sighing) It was…it was something else

FATIMAH: what else could it be?! I mean, the last time I met Zaheer. He was buyinh you Pandora! What went wrong?

ME: (swallong hard) I…I dunno. (biting my lip) It was to do with (sighing) another girl….

FATIMAH: What.
Other
Girl?

I told her the story of joburg girl! The phone call, the confrontation between Zaheer and I. I told her every single detail my memory could recall. And ofcourse, in true Yasmeen Raheem style, I cried… Fatimah’s face turned serious. Her hand clenched then un clenched a few times before she exhaled and spoke

FATIMAH: Where is that ( an aray of many various colourful words that were beyond my PG vocab).

ME: (shaking my head)Leave it. He’s not worth it!

FATIMAH: He’s not??? He just bloody cheated on you?!?!?!  And you let him get away with it?!

ME: What was I suppose to DO FATI! I couldn’t change the past! I couldn’t undo what he did… I couldn’t stop liking him!(Swallowing) I have to go to school every freaking day with him for gods sake! I have to SEE his face!

FATIMAH: (in a whisper) you gunna see him. Tomorrow?

I nodded my head, reached for my juice and took a looooong sip. Fatimah got out of her chair walked over to me and gave me a kinda backwards hug. She squeezed me tight and rocked me to side to side

FATIMAH: I’m sorry I wasn’t here. Otherwise I would’ve kicked his… (another lot of very colourful words) to CHINA!

ME: You going to kick him to China? (smiling) You do that!

FATIMAH: (sitting back in her seat) I don’t get it….. Why didn’t you tell me?

ME: I wanted to tell you face to face… Plus you were so happy with Zayaan, I dunno. I didn’t want to rain on your parade…

FATIMAH: My parade! Yass… Boys come and go. But you and me. We’re forever! Always going to be besties! In-bloody-seperable! So try and get rid of me sista! (Winking) You will always faaaail!

ME: And that’s why I won’t ever get rid of you darling!

FATIMAH: …. So who else knows? Besides me?

ME: err, Uzair….

FATIMAH: WhAt?!?! You told UZAIR, your EX boy friend… But you never tell ME?!?!

ME: Fatzz it’s not like th-

FATIMAH: ugghh… Yasss. Why would you?! He can’t be your rebound!

ME: Woah! Rebound! Hell nooo! You don’t understand sweetie. You see he was telling me about his break up with Yumna. And I tried…oooh I tried SO hard to mask my breakup. But he’s like you. You’ll have that way of making me spill my guts…

FATIMAH: OR maybe you just have a VERY big mouth…

ME: That as well (laughing) but anyways I ended up telling him about Zaheer. And that’s how he knows

FATIMAH: And no one else knows?

ME: Well armaan also know-

FATIMAH: Oh! Oh! So even your brother gets to know before me?!?!?

ME: (laughing) Shill out woman! He heard mines and Uzair’s skype conversation. That’s why! Its not like I discuss my love life with my brother. Eww. That’s weird!

FATIMAH: But still! He knew second! I mean I’m the THIRD person to know!!

ME: Well this is what you get for having an annoying boyfriend… You get delayed news!

FATIMAH: Hmph… VERY delayed

ME: Fatz…

FATIMAH: Gee…

ME: Can we not let the ‘z factor’ ruin our day? Please. Seriously, I am emotionally EXHAUSTED from thinking about that boy!!!

FATIMAH: Sure thing! No more x’s and y’s and z’s! What are sisters for! Yallah finish your muffin! Forever 21 is calling my name!

We set off towards forever 21. Our arms were aching from the weight of the packets we had so far, but Fati ‘claimed’ it was her workout. It was by far the BEST shopping spree I had with fatz! We spent ages in Forever21, picking what we like, trying it on, going back again to see what the store had… It was hours before we finally settled on what we were going to buy…

ME: Hey lemme see that jacket of yours?

FATIMAH: Which one? This denim one?

ME: Eeeeeep! I also got it (showing her the denim jacket) We can match!

As lame as it sounds, we liked to match each other. Obviously not every day, just from time to time. But now that we were living in different places, it didn’t matter because we wouldn’t be seen wearing it together. Fatimah left Forever 21 with that denim jacket, a black dress, a bright electric blue blouse, these killer black heels and a pair of these snug floral jeans. I on the other hand bought a long skirt, a lace blouse, a pair of sandals, a bag, the denim jacket and a long printed dress.

As we walking out of Forever 21 we just so happened to bump into Lia and Zainab

ME: Hey guys!

ZAINAB: (giving me a hug) Yazz! Heey, what you doing here

ME: (introducing Fatimah) THIS, is Fatimah!

LIA: Oh My GAWD! Its sooo nice to FINALLY meet you! Yaz did NOT stop talking about you the entire week!!! (Higging Fatimah, Lia was the nicest person on Earth)

ZAINAB: (laughing) Yeah, everyday she was like ”Omg Fatz is coming. Omg fatz is coming”. And I’m like who’s fatz?

FATIMAH: (laughing) Well now you guys know, I’m ‘fatz! The one the only. It was nice meeting ‘Yaz’s school friends (emphasis on the ‘z’ in my new english name)

LIA: Enjoy your trip Fatz. Maybe we’ll see you around. See you at school tomorrow Yaz (giving me a quick hug)

Then the 2 girls disappeared into forever 21.

FATIMAH: Sooo…. Umm… Since when did you become ‘Yaz’?!

I looked at her and just stuck my tongue out at her!

ME: I was always Yaz! Why? Is the name too cool for you?

FATIMAH: Pff as iff…

But I couldn’t really hear what she was saying. Instead my mind was occupied with what Lia said…  School. Tomorrow. Joy. Only my thoughts were interrupted when I heard a guy screaming my name. Well it wasn’t exactly my name, it was what I was accustomed to people calling me by, ‘Yaz’. The voice was familiar. Fatimah and I turned around to see a guy walking towards us. Walking towards me. Fatz looked quizzically at me. I didn’t look at her though. My eyes were fixated on the guy walking towards me. A smile spread across my face…

Friends are Forever xoxo

Friends are Forever xoxo

Shopping!

Shopping!

 

Shout out to ” My lil Zahreeen! Keep smilin’..;).. Love you♡… From, the only person that calls you that :D!”
 
Shout out to“My darling sister Naseerah! ♥ I Love You Millions! From Radiyah J ♥”

Shout out to”My awsoum cuzi Aaisha Sujee…..lots of love maseeha”

Shout out to“My cuzzys ,my bestiess , The Ba gals 😛  😀 & to miiss Authorness  for the most amazing blog ever!!! 😀 *Biiiig hugs 😛 * lots of love Amina…!!! 😛  :D”

 

Part 70 – Islamic Yoga…

Jumuah Mabrook! Hope you all have a very blessed and fabulous Friday… Much Love DOAD ♥ xoxo

Breathe, Release, You...

Breathe, Release, You…

Friday Abaya

Friday Abaya

I sat on my cute mini black yoga mat. My legs folded, my back upstraight, my eyes closed and I breathed. I had taken to yoga, Islamic yoga to be specific to release the tension within me. It was the weekend, and instead of obsessing over everyone’s Facebook status’s and instagram pictures, I decided to treat my self to some much needed ‘me’ time. I focused on my breathing reading zikr as I breathed in and out. People could laugh at me and the thought of what I was doing. But it was soothing, calming for my mind and heart. I thought about Zaheer constantly, but in times like this, I pushed those thoughts away and focused on the good in my life. My loving parents, my wonderful brother, my bestest friend, the greatest ex boyfriend anyone could have, among the other loved ones I had in my life. I was a lucky girl!

So I quickly wrapped up my little Friday morning yoga session. I  had to help my mother make salad for lunch. We were going over to Maliha’s  house for lunch. If it was anywhere else, I wouldn’t want to leave the house. But knowing that I  was going to see Maliha made it better. I could finally explain to her the messed up situation I was in and the reason behind why I was bubbling like a baby on Thursday. I made the salad read my Friday surah’s, read my salaah and showered. Not in the mood to dress up, I settled on wearing this new abaya my mother bought. It had a rope design that was simple yet stylish and classy. Wearing my Tory Burch pumps and grabbing a purse from my walk in closet, I cleaned up my room.

I looked around the room. The night before I attempted to erase all traces of Zaheer. But it was hard. Because every time I looked at that window, I thought of the phone call. I thought of Joburg girl. And every time I looked at my shoes, I thought of the Loubie’s. So in the end I decided to stop looking at the window and I ended up putting my loubie’s away to stop memories from re surfacing.

There was one gift, however, I was particularly fond of. And it didn’t matter that Zaheer gave it to me. It was the Pandora rings. I adored them! I wore them every single day! So why should I stop wearing then for some guy? I decided that I would continue to wear them, not to flash it around, not to tick Zaheer off. But I wore it because I wanted to. I wore it for me. They were my final touch for my Friday outfit. After a few selfies, I went downstairs. Armaan knew from the night before that Zaheer and I were finito. He heard the skype conversation between Uzair and I and came into my room to talk about it…

ARMAAN: Bunny?

ME: Bunny booo! When was the last time you called me that?

ARMAAN: When was the last time you were home on a Thursday night?

He walked over to my bed and sat down

ARMAAN: I heard. What happened. I heard you talking to Uzair an-….

ME: (swallowing hard) It’s fine. I’m fine

ARMAAN: I didn’t come here to pity you. You my sister. You a Raheem. You not going to surrender to this piece of crap Zaheer

ME: Waait, I thought you liked Zaheer?

ARMAAN: Well now I’m team Uzair

ME: Team Uzair?! (laughing) This isn’t twilight man!

ARMAAN: So that’s where my sisters smile disappeared too!

ME: (smiling big and cheesy) It didn’t disappear! It was hiding

ARMAAN: Well tell it to stop hiding and come out. Don’t let him take away your smile…

ME: Err no. There’s nothing to smile about sooo…

ARMAAN: Moody Margaret (walking over jabbing his fingers into my sides)

ME: (laughing and jumping) No man that tickles

ARMAAN: Exactly!!!

And then Armz and I were having a tickle war! Full on tickle war! He knew I wasn’t ticklish under my arms or by my neck but my sides of my tummy, I was SUPER ticklish there! Lucky for me I knew he was  ticklish my his neck. I pinned him to the bed and tickled him way. I was literally sitting on top of him with all my weight weighing down on him when my mother walked in…

MUM: Ya Allah! I left for one hour! And you’ll already killing yourselves?!

ME: Think you misunderstood mummy! I’m showing this big mouth who’s boss!

ARMAAN: And that ‘boss’ would be me!

I jumped up and down on him, my weight causing him to make a big loud Ufff!

ARMAAN : MUMMMY!!!! Tell her to GET OFF!!!

MUM: Yasmeen, you suppose to be the elder one?!

ME: I am the elder one, and the smarter one and the more mature one. And of course the prettier one (getting off Armz)

ARMAAN: Ya ya! That’s what you THINK!

He ran out the room before I could get my hands on him and slap him! I was glad he helped me take my mind off things last night. And I was now counting on Maliha to do the same…

Lunch was really nice at the Ebrahim’s house. Maliha’s mother Radiya was so friendly and chatty, and I instantly loved her company! After taking our plates to the kitchen, we excused ourselves and went to Laila’s room. Once behind closed doors I told her the entire story. From the first day I met Zaheer, our childhood that I couldn’t remember, the stories of when he came to Durban. And I ended the conversation on how we broke up, including joburg girl.

MALIHA: You know I’m in his form class? I have to deal with him all the time!

ME: Really?  You so quiet I never realized you’ll were in form together…

MALIHA: Yea well I talk if I have to but like now, see. I’m talking to you!

ME: (laughing) Yeah but sometimes I feel SO bad cause I’m blabbing away bout my life stories and you just sit there. Silent

MALIHA: (laughing) Don’t be silly! Don’t feel bad… I enjoy your stories and all your drama. I don’t have much going on for me so its very entertaining

ME: (smiling) Well then I’m glad I could entertain you! Hey, you got a laptop here?

MALIHA: Yea mines is on the table over there.

I walked over to the table, a cute light pink laptop was there

ME: Pink?

MALIHA: (rolling her eyes) Don’t ask… I’ve had that laptop for years. And you know…when you a kid you want pink…

ME: (laughing) Cause like duh! Everyone wants a cute light pinkilicous laptop

Maliha threw a pillow at me but missed.

ME: Mind if I use it? I just remembered my friend is coming to Dubai tomorrow soo I just wanna skype her quickly

MALIHA: Sure. I’m just going to the bathroom

I logged onto her laptop, signed into my skype account and prayed Fatimah was still online. She waaass!!! They were 2 hours behind, so it was like 2 o clock there. They must have been getting ready to leave for the airport. Time for me to intrude. She picked up on the 3rd ring

ME: Fatiiii Pataaatiiiii!!!!

FATIMAH: Yasooo my Yasoooo!!!

ME: All packed and ready??

FATIMAH: Err, nearly! (Pointing the camera at her suitcase) If I could just get this god damn bag to close!!

ME: Sit on it! I’m sure with your weight the whole thing will collapse (laughing)

FATIMAH: Oh ha ha ha! For your infoooo I lost 4kg’s!

ME: Mashallah! And why you lost 4kg’s?? Zayaan is starving you or something?

FATIMAH: Sis man (laughing) You so bad! No,  I just been cutting down on snacks and baking and sweets.

ME: Well get ready to gain those 4kg’s!!! Cause you coming to Dubai! And there’s no room for dieting here so you might as well scrap it !!!

FATIMAH: Ya yaa we’ll see. Hey, where are you? What happen? You did up your room?

ME: No, I told you about Laila. Laila Ebrahim?

FATIMAH: Er, the girl from school?

ME: Yaa. We came here for Friday lunch so I asked her if I could use her laptop. SEE!! This is dedication to our relationship! Because I love you more than Zayaan does!

FATIMAH : Allah! Don’t start this again! (Laughing) You’ll love me equals! End of story.

ME: Noo! Its more like 51% 49% split. Of course, HE gets the 49%!

FATIMAH: Awww, you missing me soo soo soo much. Shame, I’ll tell Zaheer to give you more attention.

And that’s when my happy bubble burst. But I didn’t let Fatimah see that. She still didn’t know we broke up. Unlike Uzair, I didn’t change my status on all my social networks. A public relationship means a public breakup so thank god I didn’t have to go through that… But I didn’t tell Fatz or Nuha yet because I wanted to tell them face to face. Uzair knew but he had to keep it a secret. I would tell her when I saw her but right now I needed to make sure she didn’t find out from anyone else…

ME: (smiling) Eh, don’t worry about Zaheer. Rather focus on how you going to be sooo alone without your Zayaaan!

FATIMAH: (laughing) Yees. Yess. Fayaan will be seperated for ONE WHOLE WEEK! How sad?!?

ME: Sad. Very sad. Tragic. As tragic as Romeo and Juliet’s love story. Aren’t they leaving today as well?

FATIMAH: Yeah for London. Soooo, Nuha tells me you and Uzair are talking again (looking at me very quizzically)

ME: What is the deal with Uzzi and me talking? We were friends once… We friends again. Okay Mummy Fatimah?

FATIMAH: Okay Mummy Yasmeen

YUSUF: (walking into the room) Heyoooo Yasooo! Got my bed ready there?

ME: As if you staying with us!! I don’t to listen to your whining and squealing over how much you missing Haajirah! I won’t get any sleep the whole night!

FATIMAH: They had the cutest goodbyes yesterday Yas! SO cute! He gave her-

YUSUF: (covering Fatimah’s mouth with his hand) Eh CNN, keep quiet! Leave my Haajoo baby out of this!

ME: (laughing) YOUR HAAJOO BABY?!?!?!

FATIMAH: I knooooow right!!! How cuuuute!!!

ME: Sooo cute! Yusuf is smitten over Haaj!

YUSUF: Smitten?!?! What are we, 5?

ME: You, maybe. But no, we’re 18!!!

YUSUF: (giving me big eyes) Ooh so like that now. Just watch ms.Raheem. When I come on that side of the screen you going to catch it.

ME: Oo I’m so scared! Eh, before I forget, (motioning for Maliha to come over) This is Maliha Ebrahim!

YUSUF AND FATIMAH: Heeey Malihaaaa!!!

MALIHA: Heeey! Yas, they having desert now I’ll see you downstairs. Nice meeting you guys!
ME: And you 2 scare me. And I think you’ll need to finish packing So I shall leave you to it…

YUSUF: See you soon Yassooo Baby!

FATIMAH: Love you my Jaaan!

ME: Travel safe my darlings! See you on the other side salaams

And with that the line went dead.
I couldn’t believe it…
After 4 WHOLE MONTHS…
I was finally going to be seeing my best friend………
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP 😀 😀 😀

Distance can't stop us ♥

Distance can’t stop us ♥

Shout out to ”My cuzy wazy RAEESA! I can’t wait to see you! Oh and this new friend I made, well I don’t know her name but u can call her MISS AWESOME! Miss awesome is a BOSS 😀 From Ammarrah”

Shout out to ”Basheera Moosa, Saajidah Jazbhay, Umme Farwa and just to those girls that enjoy the blog from Aanisah”

Part 69 – Unspoken Feelings

Soooo this post just HAD to be dedicated to the ‘Parda Aunty’!!! The crazy funkilicous, very hip, cool and young parda aunty 😉 Sweetie, you know who are! My Barney Boo! One day we will get together and sing the many Barney songs to the world 😉 Cracking all the windows  😛 Mwaahs Love you lots like jelly tots

Patience Yasmeen...

Patience Yasmeen…

YASMEEN: I. (Sniff). I. I’m sorry. I (sniff) I couldn’t hold it (sniff)god these tears are (sniff) making me all wet!

ME: (chuckling) Yasmeen, you upset and you worrying about weather you getting wet or not

YASMEEN: (lightly laughing) it’s just (sniff) it’s just (and crying all over again)

If I had ever wanted the miles between us to disappear and want her in my arms, I had never wanted that more then I wanted it right then! She was crying, and I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t pull her into that rough kinda hug and tell her everything was going to be okay. I couldn’t rock her in my arms and kiss her head. I couldn’t do anything except talk to her. To a screen!

ME: Yasmeen. Don’t cry. Please. I can’t be there for you and…it just pisses me off..cause like you so far away and i can’t do anything about it!

It was her turn to laugh

YASMEEN: ooh so you care about the distance between us?

ME: when have I stopped caring about the distance between us. Come on noe, pretend I’m there,  tell me please. What happened?

YASMEEN: (hiccup) oh god. Not the hiccups again. One second lemme clean up my face

ME: it’s fine… I’ve seen you cry plenty times ( smiling half a smile)

YASMMEEN: (breathing out) okay, I’m composed. I’m calm. I’ve stopped crying. (Swallong hard) soo…umm.. Zaheer went to a wedding in (pausing) in joburg. And long story sho-

ME: no. I want the long story. No shortcuts

YASMEEN: (huffing) umm.. (Sniff) so yeah he was gone for a week…and like… (Swallong) we never spoke. Well he never replied to ANY of my messages (sniff) and I let it go cause…you know… When you with family it gets hectic

Long silence

ME: Yas?

YASMEEN: ya yaa (hiccup). I’m just trying to get rid of my hiccups. Holding my breath for 80seconds. Din’t work. (Sighing) so anyway…. (Biting her lip) he comes back
And
And it was awful Uzair (tearing up)

ME: Shh, don’t cry. No guy is worth tears. Didn’t you tell Nuha that

YASMEEN: (nodding her head)

ME: So then? No tears. You Yasmeen Raheem! Strongest girl I know

YASMEEN: (laughing) strong…  Yeah I’m so strong look at the state of me!

ME: so then what happen after that?

YASMEEN: he got back to dubai and… (Huffing) and tells me he kissed this other girl. Or got with this other girl…Or whatever it was, he basically….he…he

ME: Cheated

YASMEEN: (swallowing, and after a moment of silence) Yes

I didn’t know how to react. This was the girl i cared about madly. She left me for Zaheer, the same guy who as she just said wasn’t faithful to her, wasn’t loyal to her, hurt her, broke her trust. I could somehow feel her pain, not because it had happened to me because it had never happened to me. No, I felt her pain because that was truely how much I cared about her. At first I didn’t know how to react. I could picture his face the night of Yasmeen’s party, when he gave me the daggers, it was a warning signal for me to stay away. I obliged, thinking that Yasmeen’s happiness lied in his hands. But now, looking at her, he hadn’t made her happy? He had broken her! She was hurting, broken, in tears. And I couldn’t do anything about it except sit there and mentally beat the crap out of Zaheer in my head.

ME: Yasss

YASMEEN: No, don’t say anything. Nothing can make this better. Don’t tell me I’ll be alright (sniff) Okay, cause you don’t know that (sniff) You don’t know that…so…..just

ME: Yasmeen, everything will be okay

YASMEEN: God damn it Uzair! I just told you not to say that (biting her lip) How do you know…huh? How do you know my life is going to be fine?

ME: Because…… (running my fingers through my hair) Because you have people that still love you, and…and care for you. Less than a week ago YOU told me all of this, that I had people that were there for me, so now I’m telling you what you told me. You have us! Fatimah, Nuha, Zayaan, those friends of yours…that chatty one Haaj. And then you have me.

YASMEEN: 9smiling to her self)

ME: What? Why you smiling like that?

YASMEEN: Smiling like what (still smiling)

ME: Like that. Yasmeeeeen!

YASMEEN: Uzaaaaair! (laughing lightly)

ME: YOU LAUGHED! Wooow so the moody girl can laugh

YASMEEN: Shut up! Yes I LAUGHED?!?! So what? That doesn’t make anything better

ME: Truee, but it’s a start

YASMEEN: Well, just help me get my mind of things..Talk to me

ME: Talk to you?

YASMEEN: Talk to me! Tell me stories…i dunno random things

ME: Err, okay then. Well we leaving for London in 2 days if you must know so all the Bobats are having one big lunch tomorrow at Nuha’s house

YASMEEN: Nice nice! How IS nuha and her infamous Omar

ME: Eh! That guy is something else (laughing) He and Nuha,  you should see them together, it’s just hillarious how she hangs on his EVERY word. And then wherever she’ll go he’ll follow her like a little lost puppy!

YASMEEN: Shame man! You soo bad. They sound soo in love..And how’s Zayaan with all of this?

ME: Thanks to Fatimah, he’s chilled. The infamous ‘Fayaan’ are like the star couple of westville

YASMEEN: Wait…WHAT?!?!?

ME: Fatimah never told you (laughing) It’s true….they known as the ‘star couple’

YASMEEN: (laughing) I know why she didn’t tell me….It’s cause she knew I would tease her one waaay

Letting the laughter subside….

ME: See

YASMEEN: See what?

ME: Time. Time heals. You need to be patient. Good things come to those who are patient. Time will heal your broken heart

YASMEEN: (smiling that sweet smile) I know, i know…It’s just that i got one week of school left, till the holidays, till i’m with all of yoooou peoples! But until then, I have to see his face, everyday!

ME: So then avoid him

YASMEEN: Avoid him?

ME: Yeea, i’m sure theres other places inn school where Zaheer won’t be

YASMEEN: I guess you right, I’ll try it’s just…HARD! He became my everything Uzair, and now…now I’m like nothing to him

ME: Hey! Don’t ever say you ‘nothing’. You are something, something amazing, and special and important to other people. Whats his loss is just my gain

This kind of made Yasmeen blush. I could see the heat rushing through her face, her cheeks instantly red!

YASMEEN: Well if you can handle all of this crying. And hiccupping. And…

ME: I’ve handled it once, I think I can handle it again

The conversation had taken an unexpected turn into talking about our past, our relationship, what we use to be. If it was going to carry on sooner or later my unspoken feelings were going to come out. And that was the LAST thing i needed to deal with. I did nlt want to freak Yasmeen out let alone put my self through the pain of having to face rejection. I made a quick decision to end the chat while it didn’t get awkward or messy

ME: Yas, you look tired. Go get some rest doll

YASMEEN: awww, You doll’ed me! You haven’t doll’ed me in ages!

ME: (laughing) Yes, well i was scared Zaheer was going to come for me

YASMEEN: (laughing) Shaame, well it’s lovely to hear you say that again…..’doll’ (wink)

It was my turn for my face to go reddish. God I really did miss her….

YASMEEN: Anyway, I guess you right. I’ll go sleep it out. Fingers crossed everything looks better tomorrow

ME: And no more crying! No guy is…

YASMEEN: Worth my tears! I got it Uzzzzi

ME: (smiling) Godd, just making sure! Sweet dreams doll. Salaams

YASMEEN: Sleep well. Wasalaam

And her face disappeared from my screen. I was a big boy. I didn’t cry when I had unspoken feelings. I didn’t listen to sad soppy songs and wilt away.

No. I dealt with it like a man! I vented my frustration of having these unspokenfeelings into something. Something competitive…Something that would make me get into the zone and forget about Yasmeen….And I had just the remedy. It was right in front if me. In a matter of minutes I was indulged into my game of

DRUM ROLL PLEASE

CANDY CRUSH!!! 😀

It was a competitive game, it took my mind off things, and all round, it was some good ole fashion fun!I could have sat there the whole day playing candy crush. It seemed to work at the start, but as the game went on, there was still that nagging sensation that nothing was going to solve my problems. Argh! If ONLY Yasmeen Raheem would get out of my head?!?!?

Unspoken Feelings....

Unspoken Feelings….

CANDY CRUSH ♥

CANDY CRUSH ♥

Shout out to ”Mr T, you’re the best! (NO, not really) Stay awesome. Be legendary now and forever! From Suhaylah :D” (Jokes jokes, it was from Mr.T) 😉

Shout out to ”My awesome bestii Saaj. Love Patchi Dee (aka Aarie Applie) :D”

Part 68 – Uzair’s EX

I pinky, pinky, pakka promise part 2 of this will come out tonight!!! And if it doesn’t you guys can get your rolling pins and come whack some sense into me 😀 Much Love DOAD ♥  xoxo

An EX

An EX

We were done. Officially. My Facebook status was now proudly publicizing that I was single. My twitter bio was rid of her name and my BBM status no longer had her initials YK. Yes yes guys…. I was finished with Yumna Karodia for good. In fact, I think I was done with this whole dating thing. I was on holiday. I was studying. Who said I had to tie my self down to a girl? Not that I was going to be one of those pathetic players. But I could be friends with who ever I want to, do what I ever I wanted to. It just felt good! I felt free…

I remembered that Yasmeen told Nuu to tell me I should tell her ‘the story’. So when she got home from school I BB’d her to tell her to come online. 10minutes later, Yasmeen’s face popped up on my iPad screeen

YASMEEN: Holaa!!!

That girl! Someday’s it was salaam, somedays bonjour, sowbona…the languages never stopped! Even though she sounded excited her face looked quite tired. Probably too many late night calls with Zaheer…

ME: Yeboo

YASMEEN: So come one? Spill all!

ME: So you not even going to ask me how I’m doing? Hows my health? What if I’m heartbroken?

YASMEEN: You just got rid of Yumna Karodia!!! I’m pretty sure you’re not heartbroken…

She managed to smile, but it looked very forced. What was up with her? I knew Yasmeen. She had 3 different smiles, her cheesy big smile (which was…err…kinda scary and unattractive yet totally funny) Her fake smile (her lips would be tightly closed) And then, her genuine true smile (my favorite, ). She could smile that smile and it would just make you wonder, why is she so happy? But somehow it made you smile back at her.

ME: You okay? You look…tired?

YASMEEN: Hectic day (swallowing hard). Come on Uzzi! I wanna know how you broke that idiot’s heart?!?!

ME: Calm your self…

Again, no smile. No nothing. Her brown eyes just stared back at me through the screen. I sighed. She didn’t look like she was in the mood to talk about whatever was going on with her so I dived into my story

ME: So I went over to her house last week and she wasn’t there. Her mother told me she went to Musgrave with her friends. Now I wanted to get it over and done with, soooo I went there and found her and all her friends by Gloria Jeans.

YASMEEN: Wait, had you changed your Facebook status by then???

ME: Yaa this was all straight after I spoke to you. So I walked up to them and Yumna just looks down into her empty cup of coffee. I’m guessing Facebook alerted her that she was single…Non of her other friends looked shocked when they saw me come. They thought we were still dating. So anyway, I told them ‘Girls can I borrow Yumna for a minute’

YASMEEN: Aww, good you didn’t do it in front of all of them. Even though Yumna deserves it, at least you didn’t stoop so low. Carry ooon….

ME: So we walked and I told her straight ‘Yumna, we done. You knew we would never last from the minute you saw me and you got nobody to blame but your self. You never bothered coming clean and one rule I live by is family first! So say what you want or just stay silent, what you did was so wrong and it was to your best friend. And to not have the audacity to aapologize after that is the worst part. I won’t sit here and lecture you, cause you’re not worth my breath or time. We done Yumna’

And I walked away

Like a BOOOOSS!!!

YASMEEN: (finally giving me a proper smile) Like a Bobat Boss! Shoh, and then you just walked away?!

ME: Yipp! And when I walked past her friends I was like ‘Byee Girls’. Eh, I really hope I don’t see any single of them again!  That would just be so awkward

YASMEEN: (smiling that fake smile) yea

She tucked her fringe behind her ear and started to play with the ends of her hair, lost in her own thoughts… She always did play with her hair when she was thinking, just like how I would run my fingers through my hair when I would think. Yasmeen had the softest hair, she had never dyed her hair or did all those funny things to her hair. It was naturally brown with the lightest hints of natural highlights. I always told her she should never change it. She cut it into a bob the once. For 2 weeks straight I laughed at her, and she cried over the loss of beloved long hair.

Why was I even thinking back to when we were dating?

ME: Didn’t you start wearing scarf full time?

YASMEEN: I did, but you know… In front of you…feels weird to wear. I know its wrong but…

ME: I’m not judging you…just asking. Yasmeen?

YASMEEN: Hmm?

I looked at her. Her brown eyes looked at me. They seemed as if they were drowning in sadness. As if they were looking at me pleading for help. The inner me, the old Uzair was just jumping to be Prince Charming and swoop in and save the day. But I was no longer her prince. Zaheer was. But I was still her friend…

ME: What’s wrong?

YASMEEN: Nooothing

ME: No yasmeen. Somethings wrong. What is it? And I have my ways of finding out so…’Yallah’ spill!

YASMEEN: (sighing) It’s…..it’ nothing…..really. Just a really rough day at school!

ME: So school is bothering you??

YASMEEN: (huffing) YES! Uzair, yes! You happy, school IS bothering me!

ME: Yasmeen, stop being difficult! Just tell me whats wrong? If it’s not school then what? Is it Zaheer?

I think that was her breaking point,

Because withing seconds she was crying.

And then I felt like the BIGGEST idiot EVER!

Oh Allah! What did I just doo?!?!?

Feeling Lost...

Yasmeen Feeling Lost…

Shout out to ”My darlings Ayesha and Aamira Arbi. Love you guys lots and lots <3”

Shout out to ”Madiya!! Love yoouu!!” From anonymous
 
Shout out to “Haaj,Saaj & all my CuZzys” luv & Duaas Faati

Part 67 – Joburg Girl

This post is dedicated to the greatest craziest girl that ever lived 😀 My ‘thumbi sister, my other half who is miles and miles away busy flooding her bedroom and driving the jungle boys wild 😛 Love you so so so much You know who you are chicka 😉 Miss you loads ♥ xoxo

You, Me

You, Me

I woke up. With a smile on my face. That was how I normally woke up every morning. Looking forward to school! It was crazy, I wasn’t really a morning person in Durban, but in Dubai there was just a different vibe to the mornings. But my smile didn’t last long, because then I remembered all of Nuha’s words from yesterday. But I had decided I was going to try and keep the self pity to a minimum! I was going to shove that uneasiness to the side, get my buttocks outta bed and get to school! So that once and for all, this whole mess could be sorted out! Or it could just get messier. I arrived at school reasonably early to find that there was no Zaheer waiting there for me at the gate. Oh game on Mr. Mohamed! Two could play at his twisted game! And I was so ready to put up a fight.

The day went by, lesson after lesson. We passed each other in the hallways a few time. He smiled his lopsided smile. I just looked at him as if to say ‘really, you’re smiling?’. Then. Lunch came. Ashley Zainab and Lia were busy helping the dance teacher out with some performance. So when I went outside by the paki crew, it was just Zaheer, the guys and me.

ZAHEER: (seeing me) hey, can we go sit over there?

ME: Err. Okay. Yeah sure whatever

I willed my mouth to shut up and stop making a fool of my self!

We walked towards this bench. I sat on it while he pulled up a chair so that he was facing me.

ME: sooo…

ZAHEER: (sighing). Yas…

ME: don’t. I mean. From that expression I don’t even want to know…

ZAHEER: well I’m going to tell you anyway.

ME: so who is she?

ZAHEER: this chick I met in joburg… Not my cousin or anything

ME: ok. And what’s so important about this joburg girl?

ZAHEER: (looking un-fazed as ever) we were up late every night. You know, the one night the one night it just happened

ME: could you just be the slightest bit more specific please?

ZAHEER: I… Yas… It was late everyone was just being mad and…and doing stupid things…

And one thing led to another. And we just kind of ended up

I became numb. Paralysed with fear. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say

ZAHEER: We kinda got…

Got: British teenage definition of 2 individuals kissing, when they are not tied down to each other.  In this scenario, Zaheer ‘got’ with joburg girl

I took a proper look at Zaheer and tried to figure out what he was feeling. He hadn’t sound ashamed, when he said what he said. He didn’t even look ashamed. He looked proud. Zaheer had this blank expression that showed no guilt. No remorse. Just a blank face looking at me waiting for me to react. Nuha’s words sprang to mind. Breath. So I tried to breathe as normally as I could. Did I want to speak!? Was there any thing for me to say? I knew if I spoke the croaky frog within me would come out and just prove how weak I was. So with shaking trembling legs, I stood up, cleared my throat took one long look at Zaheer than walked away, as fast as I could to find Laila! I needed to talk to someone. Anyone about this! My phone was in the sixth form area, too far for me to phone Fatz or Nuha. I needed to tell someone that I was right. My speculation was right! Zaheer Mohamed had cheated on me! With a girl I didn’t even know! With a girl who’s face I had never seen sickened me! I ran around like a headless chicken trying to find Laila . Laila, quiet conservative but over the top funny and so much fun to be around. She was half Zimbabwean and half South African. The thing about Laila is she was the best listener ever, because she barely spoke. But I accepted that, and I would talk double the amount to make up for whatever she never say… I finally found her in the library on her laptop.

LAILA: Yasmeen? You okay?

ME: (nodding my head silently)

LAILA: Wanna sit down? You looking really pale?

And then the flood gates burst wide open! Luckily when I cry I don’t make a sound…at first. I don’t wail and cry out loud, it’s more like quiet, very silent but wet crying! Luckily, the salaah room was next to the library and close by to where Laila was sitting so she quickly kind of made ms huffle walk over to the salaah room, and took me into the girls section. Then I just cried. The whole of lunch we sat there, she didn’t really say anything, she didn’t ask any questions, she just waited till the hiccups subsided. And even after that she waited with me. It was well after lunch when we finally left the salaah room. I was walking towards my form class when Laila links her hand through mine

LAILA: Maybe a trip to the bathroom is needed before you go into class….looking like that…

ME: (laughing lightly) Do I really look that tragic?

LAILA: Not tragic. Let’s just wait till your eyes stop looking so red, and your face can dry up a bit, okay?

I nodded my head and let her lead me to the bathroom. This was a side to Laila I hadn’t seen before. She was talking…like making converse without me having to ask her questions. I didn’t say much but she told me all about how she’d been living in Dubai nearly all her life. We got to the bathroom, I washed my face and looked at the time. We both had free study periods so we were in no rush really to get to class. She continued to talk, telling me how she was the eldest daughter, with a smaller brother and sister

ME: So you’re the responsible child?

LAILA: Yea but I’m a total klutz!

ME: Hey, thanks! For all of this, for everything. I know I took up all of your time

LAILA: It’s fine. Listen I’ve got physics next so maybe we should head upstairs, grab our books and stuff…

ME: (looking at my watch) Yes! God, I’ve got english. I never did tell you why I was crying?

LAILA: You didn’t look like you wanted to talk about it. It’s fine you can tell me some other time.

And with that I gave her the biggest hug ever! She was a bit shocked, but reluctantly she hugged me back. I guess she normally never show affection to anyone. I walked to my class, grabbed my stuff and made my way to my english literature class. Oh god! NO! Zaheer was in that class with me, and what was worse is that we sat next to each other! Could this get any worse!?!?!?

As if fate were testing my patience,  I walked into the class to see Zaheer’s normal seat empty, the seat next to mine. Instead he had moved onto the table with Ashley, Lia and this other boy Mustafa. I knew people would wonder why the ‘star couple’ were not sitting together, but I pushed that all away and sat in my normal seat. I sat through a whole hour of english literature listening to the laughs and chatter of Zaheer, Ashley, Lia and Mustafa.

Well this was going to be a torturous few weeks of school….

Cheat

Cheat

In the darkness...

Too dependant

Shout out to ”My awesome cousin ZeenaT anD Sakina 4 alwaY suppOrtin my blogZ frOm ShaaiRa”

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Part 66 – Mummy Nuha

Sorry for such a short post! Next post will be tonight…..hopefully…..fingers crossed….. إن شاء الله !!! If not, then definitely tomorrow morning! 🙂 Much Love DOAD ♥ xoxo

Shout out to Aatiqah Dawood From anonymous 

Don't know what to doo...

Don’t know what to doo…

I didn’t know if I wanted Zaheer to keep speaking. I didn’t know if I wanted to hear what he said. I didn’t even know if I was going to believe what he was going to say… I swallowed hard, trying to get the lump in my throat to go, but it was stuck so I just stayed silent…

ZAHEER: Yass…You there?

ME: (making some weird sound) Ergh Ya?

ZAHEER: Did you hear what I said?

ME: Err I gotta go

ZAHEER: Okay, where? (something in his tone said he knew I was avoiding this conversation)

ME: Back to sleep. Bye!

ZAHEER: See you at school

And with that the line went dead. School! I had completely forgotten! I would be seeing him EVERYDAY! I would HAVE to listen to what he had to say at school…Argh, I was now officially dreading school.. Okay okay. Breeeathe Yasmeen! The school was big enough for the both of us. I could just hide and not confront him and not talk to him. And just avoid him and hope he’d drop it. I needed a second person’s advice on what to doo. Nuha? Fatimah? Fatz wasn’t exactly a love guru but Nuha had her fair share of heart breaks. I skyped her in hope she wasn’t busy.
ME: Nuu Nuu Nuu! I know you probably busy but please HELP!

NUHA: Why don’t you ever make salaam? Or say a proper hello?

ME: Maaf,  assalamualaykum Nuha Bobat!

NUHA: Waalaykumsalaam Yasmeen Raheem. Now what’s the problem?

ME: It’s Zaheer. You know how he went to Joburg for that wedding…..

NUHA: Yess, that over the top fancy wedding?

ME: Yaa, that one. So he phoned me this morning and…and I hadn’t heard from him this whole week. He never reply to any of my messages! And then he drops a bombshell on me

NUHA: Wait? Seriously, Yas, you using the word ‘bombshell’?

ME: Nuu! That is SO not important right now…Just shut up and listen! Please.

NUHA: (laughing) Okaay okaay I’m all ears!

ME: So he’s like I need to tell you something. And I asked what. And he said it’s to do with another girl…….

NUHA: That’s it?

ME: Be a bit more supportive! I mean there’s only ONE possible explanation for that… And its an explanation I don’t want to hear ( biting my lip to stop my self from crying out of self pity)

NUHA: So how you so sure the explanation is a bad one?

ME: Because he also had changed his display picture to him with his brother, the groom, and this girl.

NUHA: Soo, didn’t he explain to you then on the phone? What he wanted to tell you?

ME: Noo. I avoided it and said I’m going back to sleep. But I have to see him at school tomorrow anyway sooo… I dunno what to doooo?!?!

NUHA: It’s a confrontation! Look, the question as to what he wanted to tell you is going to go through your mind. Believe me I WOULD KNOW! So since you called ME for advice are you going to listen…..

God, she was such a tough nut, but she had a point. She was more experienced with having to deal with confrontations than I was

ME: Yes yes, Mummy Nuha! I am ALL ears!

NUHA: Right. So this is what you do. You go into school tomorrow, try and be normal. Don’t avoid him if you see him but then don’t run up to him in eagerness either. Be calm, be cool, be chilled! It’s free advice, you can either take it or leave it

ME: Got it! I’ll be as cooooooool as a cucumber!!!

NUHA: …Err……Okay….and ….don’t say that

ME: (laughing) Alright, yallah.  What next?

NUHA: Then, when you guys are sitting in your little paki group, or whatever you call it, either before he sits or right before you’ll all get up to leave tell him you wanna talk to him!

ME: But what if he asks me? What if he comes up to me first and tells me he wants to talk to me before I get the chance to ask him?

NUHA: Well, he’d actually be making it easier for you because then you’l know for sure that there IS something that needs to be discussed.

ME: And….Umm….what do I do if I……if I don’t like what he has to say?

NUHA: (sighing) Well then you  put on a big girl face, pretend that nothing in the world fazes you, smile and walk away. You breathe, god, do not hyperventilate and faint like how I do! Just breathe, clear your mind, think and then react

ME: Got it, breathe, clear my mind and then react…

NUHA: AND THEN you come tell mummy Nuha so that I can tell the Bobat clan to go kick Zaheer’s bum back to Mars!

ME: (laughing) Love you and your little Bobat clan! Thaaanks! I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow. When you guys coming to Dubai again?

NUHA: 10 Days and counting!! Oooh as much as I want to come I’m going to miss my Omar so much!

ME: Eh, why don’t you two just get married and call it a day?! You’ll sound soooo cute together and so in love and blah blah blah! Just put a ring on it sister!!

NUHA: I would……I mean we started talking about itt……

ME: WAIT…WHAT?!?! (shocked) For reaaal?!? OMG Nuhaaa thats great! So what he said?

NUHA: Well he was the one that brought it up. I mean, I was shocked at first. He said he first wants to get a job, be stable and then he’ll think of marriage, but he said….well he just said some REALLY cute things that I shall not repeat to you…

ME: Awwww why not?!?! (batting my eye lashes) Come on! You can tell me…

NUHA: Goodbyyyeeee Yasmeeeen (cheesy big smile)

ME: Fine!! Byeeee Mummy Nuhaaaa (sticking my tongue out at her)

NUHA: Send my love sand salaams to your mother!

ME: You too! And tell Uzzi boy I said hello and that I’m still waiting for him to tell me his story!

NUHA: Wait? You two are fine now? You’ll talking?

ME:  Err, yeeea. We had this little skype session last week and the air was cleared between us.

NUHA: So what story he has to tell you?

ME: He said he was going to break up with Yumna, because….umm….cause….cause she was becoming such a handful. So yeah, I want to know how it went for him.

NUHA: And you SURE theres nothing between you and Uzair?!?!? (looking at me curiously)

ME: Positivititio Mummy! Now can I gooo? Some of us need to help make supper!

NUHA: (laughing) Me and the kitchen is a recipe for disaster baaabes! We all know that! Chat tomorrow Love yoou

ME: Love You tooo Bunny boo! Salaams

But even after all the advice Nuha had given me, all the pointers and tips and what to do and what not to do’s there was still that one question that was bugging me. What on earth was I going to do tomorrow?!?!

Advice, take it or leave it?

Advice, take it or leave it?

 Shout out to “My LesBeHonest” team… May we see many more “BJs” from Tas Hunter 😉 XoXo”

(Don’t even want to know what miss.hunter is on about 😛 )

Shout out to ”My bestii patchi dee (You know who you are) you the best :p…love saaj”

Part 65 – Bowling and Boy Blues

This post is dedicated from me to ‘Sweets and Sour’. My heart goes out to the both of you! Love you Sweets ♥  As for you Sour… I’m still the middle man, can’t get rid of yet 😛 Much Love DOAD xoxo

Johnny Rockets Milkshake ♥

Johnny Rockets Milkshake ♥

Zaheer was back! Omiwoord! Yes! His father cut their trip by 3 days because of business! To say I was happy was the understatement of the year. After the week of being with Tariq, Ashley, Zainab, Lia, Raihaan etc. I was glad to finally be with my Zah.

Although I had been really occupied a few days before with Camila. There was quite a bit of drama between her and her now ex boyfriend. Shame, she was dating this boy from South Africa , doing long distance (dunno how she did it). So anyway, Camila’s father is super strict, very loving but disciplined and she was totally scared her father was going to find out. So to avoid getting in major trouble, she broke things off with this guy. And you would never believe what a small world it is. Her ex boy friend just so happened to be Uzair’s cousin Ismaeel! I mean what a small world. I told Cams to come over so that I could attempt to mend her broken heart with some much needed TLC.  She spoke about everything! From start to finish, no detail left un told. Right there and then I had found someone that could talk MORE than me… Never thought I’d come across someone like that…

ME: You okaay sweets? (Giving her a hug)

CAMILA: (sniff) Yeaa (crying into my shoulder)

ME: It’s going to be okay. Seriously! Its really going to be okay… You don’t have to cut him out of your life. You guys can still talk, as friends

CAMILA: I know (sniff) I know. Its just, you know, I really do like him! And he’s fighting for me Yas, which makes it harder!

ME: Babes, feelings don’t go away over night… At least you know he loved you if he’s fighting for you. At the end of the day, if you know you’re doing the right thing then…

CAMILA: I am doing the right thing. I love him, but I promised my father I won’t do anything like this. Not after last time…

Last time was referring to the last time she got in trouble with some other guy. Her father took everything away from her, phone, laptop, trust, freedom. So I saw the sense in her decision to stop dating Ismaeel.

ME: It’ll be alright! Come, let’s go eat our sorrows awaaay!!! (giving her another big hug)

We ended up going to MOE to go bowling! The last time I went bowling was like…. Last year

ME: Just pretend Ismaeel’s face is on the pins!

CAMILA: (laughing) Then for sure I’ll win!!!

ME: Seriously man! You can take all your emotions and just THROW!

Camila being the clutz that she is, goes to throw the ball, only it slips out of her hand and goes tumbling backwards!

CAMILA: (laughing) OMG! Did you just see that?!?!?! (Clearly shocked at her own clumsiness)

ME: Ya Allaaah! Tryna kill me Camz (laughing) Forward! The ball goes forward!

So after an epic and funny bowling game, we went to Johnny Rockets to drown her sorrows in chocolate milkshake. We spoke little more about the ‘Ismaeel Situation’

CAMILA: I’m only going to be seeing him next when I go to S.A, which is like in July….

ME: Ey, wait? Ismaeel is Uzairs cousin. He’s a bobat right??

CAMILA: Err yaa. Why?

ME: All the bobats are coming for holiday to Dubai! In like 2 weeks! I’m pretty sure Ismaeel will be there…

CAMILA: Oh my god! (Laughing) Don’t liiiie!! I laugh I bump into!

ME: Maybe once you see him you’ll just jump on him! (wink)

CAMILA: (nudging me) Shurrup! No, this is for the best

That night was really brilliant! But now, my Zaheerooo baby was back home. Yippi yi yi. My cousin tasneem (the make-up artist) was having a ball of a time teasing me with Zaheer.

TASNEEM: Hahahah! Oooo la la! Seriously you the future Mrs.Mohammed 😉

ME: 😦 keep quiet! Don’t get my hopes up Tas!

TASNEEM: Maaf Yasoo! Just don’t get hung up on this one guy 😛 and forget about all of us 😦

ME: I’ll try my best mummy 😀 and I could never forget you aloo’s :*

TASNEEM: Don’t mummy me :O I’m not that old!

ME: Maaf tasoo!

Eh, I really missed my cousins! And my grandparents! And uncles and aunties! And I was only going to see them in March when we went down to Durban. IF we went down. It wasn’t finalized yet. But for now, Zaheer was my happiness. Gosh, I sounded like such a corny piece of corn! When my mother said she was going to drop food off at Aunty Raeesa’s, I jumped at the chance to go with her! Only when we got there, instead of being greeted by Zah, I was faced with Waseem. He was even more handsome in person (mashallah, mustn’t put nazaar on him). We didn’t speak much. He could see I was looking around for Zaheer so when he spoke he startled me…

WASEEM: Zaheer is sleeping if that’s who or what you looking for…

ME: (blushing) errm… Noo…but thanks for telling me… Err…Waseem right?

WASEEM: So you still suffering from your amnesia? (Laughing) My mother told me about how you forgot all of us. Still no memories triggered?

ME: Haha. Err. Yaaa. My memories quite appaling…

WASEEM: Well lemme try triggering your ‘appaling’ memory. Every time you would come home, you would beg me to give you a piggy back ride!

ME: (laughing) My woord! I apologize for that! Even though it was years ago!

WASEEM: And the once…The once I remember you made me carry you the day before I had an exam. And take you galloping all over the house. And I was feeling queasy. And the next day I ended up vomiting!

ME: (blushing heavily now) Oh my word Waseem! I am SO very sorry. I err…I was kind of a very demanding brat back then! You and your brother have told me that…

MUM: Oh Yasmeen, there you are. Come make salaam to Aunty Raeesa then we can leave (turning to look at Waseem). Waseem! You just keep growing come here!

WASEEM: Well if it isn’t my favorite Aunty Suuuu!!

What is it with this family and calling my mother ‘Suu’. So I went off and found Aunty Raeesa in the kitchen. I made salaam and made some panchaat. Zaheer would always tease me how I make panchaat with all the aunties! They all liked me for my big mouth I guess. His royal highness Zaheer never did wake up when I was there…

The next day I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I looked to see what time it was… 8 IN THE FREAKING MORNING.  And of course. It was non other than Mr.Mohammed calling. I answered in a gruff miserable voice.

ME: WHAT?!

ZAHEER: Oooo :well good morning to you too sunshine!

ME: What you want?!

ZAHEER: A yacht, private jet, ermm, ooo wouldn’t mind a house in Beverley Hills though. Why do you ask?

ME: Zaheer.

ZAHEER: Yasmeen.

ME: Cut the crap

ZAHEER: What crap?

ME: It’s 8 in the morning!

ZAHEER: My point exactly! You needa get your lazy bum out of bed

ME: Kay

ZAHEER: Why you being so moody

ME: Oh. I dunno. Maybe because you haven’t bothered replying to ANY of my messages for the past WEEK!

ZAHEER: I was busy. I was with family. I’m sowwiiie

ME: (sighing) Its fine. Soo how was the wedding? (Getting out of the bed) I’m still waiting for those pictures you promised?

ZAHEER: The wedding was good. Very fancy. The functions were boring but chilling with my cousins, what a ball of a time we had. Everynight we were up playing poker…

ME: I’m sorry? What??? Poker???

ZAHEER: Yeea, I use to play but then I forgot how to, but playing with the big guys was soo good!

ME: Err. Okay. What else?

ZAHEER: Nothing really. Food was good

Something in his tone of voice made me feel really uneasy. Like he was just talking to delay something more important. I let it slide and pushed away the uneasiness

ME: Sounds nice! Oh yeah I met Waseem yesterday

ZAHEER: Yeea he told me. Eh, sorry man I was sleeping yesterday. Soo many late nights in Joburg caught up with me

ME: Too many late night playing poker? (Lightly trying to make a joke)

ZAHEER No! (Over defensive). I was with family Yas. I don’t see them all year round so I was making the most of it…

ME: Err I was joking Zah…

ZAHEER: Okay. Fine whatever. Sorry I’m being snappy

ME: It’s fine. I’m just glad you back

ZAHEER: why? Missed mee?I heard you were busy out with the paki crew

ME: (laughing) Dream on! Ohmyword! Yes! What a blast we all had eh.

ZAHEER: Glad you having fun in Dubai. Yas I need to tell you something

I had walked over to my balcony now, and I was staring out the window. Happy that Zaheer was finally in Dubai

ME: Yeaaa…..

ZAHEER: It’s to do with a girl

My heart sunk.

Sunken Heart

Sunken Heart

Shout out to  ‘My Pandora’ & Heyas, to Saaj & my cuzzys Faatimz Seedat & Saeedah & Sumayya Delair!! 😀 And my bestiesSs and Ba gals :P!! And special heys to You my beloved gorgeousness awesomeness Authorness 😛 (Aka sil to be =P jokes) Love yaaaa tooo sweetie :P.! From haaj & her jinnnys =P!  (Copied and pasted that message from Haaj)   

Shout out to ‘Zaheda Chothia and Sumayya Chothia :D’ From Aadila Chotia

Shout out to ‘Aadila Chotia ♥ ‘  From Sumayya Chothia

Part 64 – 42nd National Day

Hey guys! Dubai’s real National Day is tomorrow 2nd December, so in advance here’s to wishing them a Lovely National Day! 😀 ♥  

The Cars..

The Cars..

Dolce and Gabanna Blazer

Dolce and Gabanna Blazer

Nationaaal Daaay!!! I had NO idea what all these Arabs did on National Day, but I could clearly see they had a lot of pride in their country! From the week before, stores started to give discounts to celebrate the 42nd National Day of the UAE. This was perfect for me. Nothing better than shopping AND discounts! From the morning of their National Day, cars were revving their engines all over Dubai, decorated in flags of the UAE. One car was plastered with pictures of the Sheikh all over the windows. It was crazy! I had no idea how I was going to spend the day! My parents were taking Armaan and going to the Ameen’s house to see some firework display. From their roof, you had a clear view of the Burj Al Arab, which was where one of the many firework displays was going to be. I on the other hand was NOT planning on spending another second with Luqmaan the creep as long as I could help it. But if I didn’t go then I would just wilt away in my jammies at home while everyone else in Dubai was living it up. So I was absolutely OVER THE MOON when Zainab called me…

ZAINAB: Hey Yaz! You doing anything today?

ME: No, not really, no plans

ZAINAB: Goodie! So then you can come with us. We’re all going to Dubai Mall. Up for it?

ME: Yes yes! A thoooousand times yes!

ZAINAB: (laughing) Calm doown Yaz!

ME: I am just REALLY glad to get out of the house!!

ZAINAB:I know right! Ash adn I didn’t wanna be housebound. So we’ll see you later, at around 3 ish

ME: I’ll be there! Where should I meet you guys?

ZAINAB: We’ll be by the cinema…We might watch a movie to kill time before the fireworks

ME: SUPER! Erm….Zainab?

ZAINAB: Yesss….

ME: What are you wearing??

ZAINAB: (laughing) Guurl you make me laugh! Well I’m wearing red jeans and  a black top, colors of the flag!

ME: Soo, should I wear the national colors?

ZAINAB: I aint arab but I just go with it. See you at 3 mwaahs, byeee!

ME: Toodlooo

And then I dragged my lazy buttocks upstairs. I was alone at home, and the silence was making me feel so depressed. Some Maher Zain was needed… So I turned up his songs nice and loud and listened to it echo through the house. Then it was time to raid my closet. I had become much more independent with picking out my clothes. I no longer needed to skype call Ammarrah every time I went out. Although, when it came to taking fashion risks I ALWAYS consulted with her first…wouldn’t want to go out looking like  a clown. So I looked through the many coloured jeans I owned… But everyone else would be wearing that. I kind of wanted to look different, bold. Then I thought back to the Dolce and Gabanna blazer I had. I rummaged around and found it hanging. Yes! It was perfect! It had this gorgeous floral crochet design in colors of red,white, creme and a tint of turquoise. I paired it with my light colored blue jeans, a white silk top and my creme jelly sandals I bought from Aldo.

I BB’d my mother, told her I was off to Dubai Mall and said I’d meet her later. I had some time to kill, so I quickly went to check my skype to see if Zaheer was online. He wasn’t. He hadn’t been on in days, he hadn’t replied to most of my messages. He had only sent me ONE picture and that was of Aaliyah in a cute gold puffy dress…And the caption was ”Aaliya wanted me to send you this picture.. Hope all is well with you.” He sounded SO formal.. ‘hope all is well with me?? Since when did he type proper full sentences. WITH full stops…. I just looked at his message, replied ”cool, send her my love” and shoved my phone into my pocket. The taxi took me to Dubai Mall where I was greeted with half of Dubai’s population! I found my peoples, standing in a circle, my Indian, Paki, British, American, (whatever you want to call us) crew!

ASHLEY: (running over to give me a hug) Yazzzzzzz!

ME: Assssssssssssh (hugging her) Hey babe?

ASHLEY: We were wondering where you were? Come one, movie starts  in like 5!

So we made our way to the cinema. Then it hit me that the first time I ever met them was here, at the cinema, this bubbly loving amazing ‘crew’. The only difference was that this time around, there was no Zaheer. It was actually quite nice that he wasn’t there. The attention wasn’t on him. Everyone’s voices were heard. It wasn’t the ring leader Mr.Mohammed leading the conversation. Raihaan, as usual was his very energetic self wacky self, although there was this awkwardness in the air. He and Lia had broken up last month and I guess he resorted to being weird,  to deal with the break up. Lia was a gem at hiding the awkwardness, but I made sure she was included in every single conversation. It’s the least I could do after she was so nice to me the first time I met everyone…

ME: Hey sweets! You okay?

LIA: (giving me a big smile) Yaz! Hey, yeaah I’m fine. What bout you? Hows Zee?

ME: Err, he’s been super busy. Haven’t really spoken to him much. (changing the subject) What movie we watching?

LIA: Catching fire! (squeeling) I am SO excited!!

ME:  (squeeleing with her) Err Ma Gaawd!!!!! I HAVE BEEN WAITING AGES FOR THIS MOVIE!!

LIA: I knooooow right!! OH my LORD! Liam Hemswoorth! Josh Hutcherson!

TARIQ: Can you guys stop screeching!!! We’re in public

ME: (laughing) That’s never stopped you from being loud before!

TARIQ: Yes, but people find me funny! (wink)

ME: Ya yaa! Now shurrup and do the happy dance with me.

TARIQ: Happy Dance… Err why??

ME: Becaaaaause……..WE. ARE. GOING. TO. WATCH…

LIA: Drum Roll Please….

LIA AND ME: CATCHING FIRE!!!! (woohing, breaking out into a weird dance)

All the guys started telling us to shut up and stop attracting attention to our selves, which made Lia and I laugh even more. This girl was my partner in crime when it came OBSESSING over books and movies. Soon we got our pop corn, drinks, nachos, chocolate, sweets, cotton candy…You name it, we had it. I just so happened to be sitting next to Tariq  and Lia in the cinema. Thank god! I’m the type of person that will watch a movie, and while watching it I’ll STILL obsess over how good the movie is! So basically, Lia and I sat there gawking over the amazingly gorgeous Finnick Odair (My word, that actor was a total hunk). So after many good memorable laughs, an AMAZING movie, and a full stomach, Catching Fire finished. We were still going to stick around and watch the fireworks so we decided on a trip to Candylicous to kill time.

The guys…………..went…………..INSANE!!! It was like they had never seen candy before in their lifetimes. Zainab and I had our phones out, videoing and taking pictures of them acting like total fruit cakes! Tariq was the best! He was giving me company and taking selfies with me, pouting, posing, doing the fishy face! We all had a ball of a time. He even went up to a random person and told them to take a selfie WITH us! It reminded me of what I did to Zaheer when he refused to take a picture with me. I ended up telling Tariq about that story, and we got so caught up we didn’t even realize that everyone else had left the store….

TARIQ: So hows Zaheer?

ME: How should I know? He’s YOUR friend!

TARIQ: Yesss, But he’s YOUR boyrfriend!

ME: (smiling) Jealous? Am I stealing him away from you Tar?

TARIQ: (laughing) You can keep him! He’s all yours Yaz…

ME: I haven’t really spoken to him…. Since he went to Joburg.

TARIQ: How do you even pronounce that word (in his refined london accent) Joobuuurg…Johannesbuuuurg…Jooo Joooo Burgyy Burrrrg

ME: (laughing) Duuude! What are you saying?!? (laughing) Eh, You london people are too much!

TARIQ:  Seriously though Yasmeen, you guys pronounce your words soo funnay!

ME: Oh WE pronounce them funny?! (shoving him lightly) Do you have any idea how you guys speak? (putting on a british accent) ‘I’m off to have tea! With the queen”

TARIQ: (laughing) Tell me, when have you ever heard a British person say that?

ME: No one really (laughing) I just like saying that. Oh my god…… (looking around) where is everyone?

We looked around and noticed two heads peeping, looking at us. When we looked in their direction, the heads vanished and the people made a run for it. It was Zainab and Inidan Dan. They were running out of the store trying to ditch us. Tariq began to laugh

TARIQ: (grabbing my hand) Up for a run?

ME: Err…….what?? NO

TARIQ: Too bad! RUN!

So we started running through the store, trying to maneuver through the crowd and make our way OUT of the store. Zainab and Dan were soo slow compared to Tariq, who was surprisingly very fast. I on the other hand was lagging behind…

TARIQ: Come on slow coach!

ME: Whaa….what is the po….point of this? (huffing out of breath)

TARIQ: For the heck of it man! Now run faster!

I couldn’t run any faster so I just let him drag me. We finally stopped running when we got outside, to where everyone else was. They all were red in the face laughing at the sight of Zainab, Dan, Tariq and I.

LIA: What happen to you guys?!?! (laughing) Oh my gaawd! Yaz, you look exhausted!

ME: (leaning onto Tariq) Nev…..never….NEVER again will I come to the mall…with….with You guys!!

TARIQ: Aww, I’m sorry. You were just so damn slow!

I made a funny face at him and told him to shut up 😛

ASHLEY: (laughing) What happen though??

So while I tried to catch my breath, Tariq re told the story of how Zainab and Indian Dan tried to ditch us. Only because we soo much faster and cleverer than they are, they failed! Tariq had this way of telling stories that made them seem so much funnier than they actually were. We were all now together, no member ditched, standing outside waiting for the fireworks to starts, when my phone started to buzz. I was still standing quite close to Tariq. Thinking its my mother checking up on me, I pulled out my phone, only to see that the buzz was just alerting me that Zaheer Mohammed updated his profile picture. I looked up and met Tariq’s eye, I smiled, then looked back down at my phone and clicked to see his picture

It was a picture of Zaheer, standing next to a guy that looked a LOT like Aunty Raeesa….with a mix of Uncle ahmed. That was probably the infamous Waseem. He was actually really….REALLY….VERY handsome. I know I know, Zaheer was my boyfriend, but seriously, Waseem had this killer jaw that……well……..He was handsome. End of story! My eyes scanned the picture and saw that the two gentlemen were not alone. Waseem was standing next to this other guy. I assumed he was the groom (wore a REALLY fancy suit) but Zaheer was busy looking at this girl he was standing next to. It was like, someone took the picture while he was busy talking to her. I didn’t really know how to react. Was I supposed to react? After all, it could just be his cousin. Did I not trust Zaheer? I mean, he was at a family wedding? Emphasis on the ‘family’?!? But I knew so many people who were dating their second and third cousins….  Suddenly, I felt really claustrophobic.  I started to look around me,looking for empty space to get out of the crowd, but the only thing I managed to clearly see was Tariq’s face. He had also seen the picture on my phone. Instead of saying anything, or trying to make things better, he just gave me this hug. This warm innocent caring hug that said a thousand words I didn’t want to hear…

And before anyone started to look at us, and question this sudden affection we had, the fireworks started to go off! All shades of red, green and white fireworks started to cover the sky! My head was kind of tucked away and hidden in Tariq ( who was wearing Hugo Boss perfume, I know because I LOVED that perfume) I was glad he had hidden my face, because I couldn’t trust my self or the tears that were prickling in my eye, but when I blinked back the tears, I turned around to see the fireworks. It was spectacular. Out of this world! The Burj Khalika had fireworks shooting off in all directions, creating the most fabulous display I had ever seen. Tariq could see how shocked I was…

TARIQ: (screaming over the fireworks sound) If you think THIS is something, you should wait till you see New years Eve

ME: Wait? You mean they get BETTER than this??

TARIQ: Of course it gets better…Things always get better…Just how it will get better with Zaheer

ME: Tar…

TARIQ: Don’t let him spoil your mood tonight. He and I are friends, but I know how he can be….You’re here, with all of us! And we’re your friends, with or without him. You’ve got us

ME: Thanks!

I guess I needed to hear those words, I needed to hear someone else say that without Zaheer there was still some life left in me. I just really missed him, too the extent that I became lifeless, even if it was for a few days. So instead of giving him any more thought, I trusted that everything would sort it self out once he got back to Dubai. Right then though, I enjoyed being in the company of my amazing friends. Yes, I was proud to be part of the ‘Paki Crew’!

Finnick O God Damn Dair ♥

Finnick O God Damn Dair ♥

Fireworks!!!

Fireworks!!!

Shout out to a certain someones cousin who is recovering from surgery…’Get well soon miri love your cuz’. And a get well soon from the DOAD Famalam! (yes tandoori, I just stole your word) 😉 Also a shout out to Nazeefah Mosam, Sumaya Munshi, Zaakirah Omar, Sabeeha Omar and all the BA girls, from W 🙂 

Part 63 – Cheesecake Factory

Cravings!!

Crazy Chocolate Cravings  ♥

National Day holidays were coming up… Zaheer was going away for the week for a wedding in Joburg. He didn’t really HAVE to go, it was distant family member that was getting married, but I guess all his connection were going down, including Waseem ( his mystery brother I had not yet met). Apparently it was the wedding of the year! I had really wanted to spend the last night with him, before he left me alone in Dubai…for ONE WHOLE WEEK! But I got a call from Rizwana that morning….

Me: Salaams Yasmeen, how you? I’m sorry haven’t been in much contact…been busy with my sister and her baba…

Yasmeen: Wasalaam, don’t sweat it babes! Dubai keeps you very busy. I’m alright and you?

ME: I’m very very alright! You’d never believe it…Uwais and I are together!

Yasmeen: (squeeling with joy) Oh my gaaawd! Congratz Rizwana!! I want ALL the details?!?!?

Me: How about we have supper? You, me, Uwais, Zaheer! A double date?!?

Yasmeen: Yes yes, definitely Rizzu! When you leaving???

Me: Monday….

Monday. That was tomorrow…That was also the day Zaheer was leaving…

Yasmin: That’s quite soon. Okay listen let’s have supper tonight. Lemme just check with Zaheer….. I’ll call you back and let you know where and when!

Me: Okay awesome, see you soon!

To have supper or not to have supper, that was the question….As much as I wanted to spend time with Zaheer before he left to go to Joburg, I wanted to see Rizwana. I weighed up my options.  I see Zaheer every day at school, and I wouldn’t be seeing Rizu till I next went to Durban so I came up with the ingenious plan of seeing them both. Supper for four was booked at the cheesecake factory! I was super excited.  I slipped into my outfit for the night, a simple creme lace blouse, teamed with my floral printed jeans and these new creme pumps I had bought online from this fabulous store in Dubai. The nights were cold, and so were the restaurants and malls so I grabbed my jersey, put on a little lippie, fastened my scarf into place, sprayed the perfume Armaan had gotten for Eid and checked my phone. Zaheer texted to say he was waiting outside…

ME: Mummy, I’m going now

MUM: Where you going?

ME: I told you I’m going for supper, with that girl I met at the fashion show, Rizwana.

MUM: Okay, don’t be out too late. Keep your phone on…And phone me if you need me to come fetch you!

ME: Okaaaay Salaamas

And I was out. She didn’t exactly know the details of who else I was having supper with. But I guess she wanted me to get out the house! I had been a real couch potato lately, lounging around all day, reading blogs,good ole fashion chilling, ooooh and eating lots and lots of chocolate ..…I don’t know why, but I felt like I was eating for two. I had weird random cravings for baking at midnight, and ice cream in the morning. I felt like a pregnant woman, my appetite had even doubled!!! Like I was eating for the little non-existent baby growing in my belly. I got into the car and told Zaheer about my being pregnant theory. He found it HILLARIOUSLY funny

ZAHEER: (laughing) Sooo…..you preggerz? (wink) Congratulations man! Who’s the father?

ME: (looking at him with an annoyed expression) YOU!!!

ZAHEER: Aww…. I’m gunna be a daddy!

ME: (shoving him lightly) Shurrup Zah! (laughing)

ZAHEER: So what we naming It?? (taking my hand into his and playing with my fingers)

ME: It’s not an IT! It’s a baby, it has feelings you know…

ZAHEER: Maaf mummy, so what names you have in mind Sweetie?

ME: Oh I dunno, Honey! No heavy long hectic names…

ZAHEER: (tickling the palm of my hands) Hmm….So is it a boy or girl ?? (smiling his lopsided smile)

ME: What would you want? (entwining my fingers through his)

ZAHEER: Either. As Long as I’m the father…that baby is going to have killer looks! (laughing)

ME:  Ya yaa, your big fat blue bum! And what about their mother??

ZAHEER: Their?!?! Wait, plural?? We having twins??(smiling his big goofy smile) Double Trouble (wink)

ME: (laughing) Nooo,  triplets!! You know…. 3….odd number! It’s sunnah (big cheesy smile)

ZAHEER: (nodding his head) You and all your sunnah’s! (playing with my fingers)

His touch made the butterflies in my tummy come back…

ME:  Zaheeeeeer!

ZAHEER: (looking up into my eyes) Yassssssss!

ME: I’m going to miss you….

ZAHEER: I haven’t even gone yet!

ME: Do you have to go for this wedding? (making big eyes puppy face)

ZAHEER: Err, yes! If my father tells me I gotta go, I gotta go. You dunno him….you dunno how he is…. (moving his gaze of my eyes)

ME: I don’t??? (tilting his face up to look at me) Then tell me about him.

ZAHEER: Naa, don’t want to ruin tonight. Come on, we here.

We got off the car and made our way to The Cheesecake Factory to find Rizu and Uwais there. WOW! They were such an adorable couple!
Me: Heyy doll, you look amazing!

(Doll….that reminded me of Uzair)

Yasmin: Aww thanks, you looking gorgeous as well! Rizu this is Zaheer, Zaheer this is Rizwana and her boyfriend Uwais.

The guys greeted each other, and started their usual chit chat of sports. For guys that have never met each other before, they got on really well.

ZAHEER: Eh, we coming just now…I’m going to show Uwais those soccer boots

ME: Okaay, dont be too long!

They walked off leaving us ladies to have our girl time!

Yasmeen: So spill, I want to know everything!!!

Me: Well we kind of like had a heart to heart after leaving here, than he admitted being into me! I was soo happy, than when I admitted I liked him too, he handed me this cute bear!!( showing her a picture)

Yasmin: Oh my word that’s so adorable!! So cute and sweet and thoughtful….Zaheer also asked me ‘officially’…He set up this whole room in school, decorated it in red with roses and then he pulls out a box of pizza.. (smiling) and on the inside of the box it was written ‘Will you be my girlfriend or is this too cheesy?’ (laughing)

ME: (laughing) Oh my god that is cheesy!! But very romantic… hey, i forgot to tell you, my sister said you should come home. She wouldn’t mind designing something for you if you like? She wants to get her name out

Yasmin: Oh my word!!! Are you serious?!? Thanks man. Yes, I will definately pop in with my mother sometimes. Can I have her Pin or address??

Me: I’ll BB it to you.

Then the guys arrived. We all headed towards the table sat down and ordered our food.  I warned them the servings were huge so we all decided to share. We ordered our food. We talked we laughed. The guys got on really well. They were both big big fans of Man United so there was no problem in keeping the conversation going

ME: Oh my god! Do you boys thik of anything else other than soccer?!?!

ZAHEER: I think about you (drapping his arm around my waist pulling me closer)

ME: Zaheeeeer

UWAIS: (laughing) Too right! (draping his arm over Rizu’s shoulder) We love our soccer, but we love you girls even more

OMG! Soooo cute he gave her a kiss on her head….I looked up into Zaheer’s eyes. A smile spreading across his face. His lips were so close to mine. But we were in public, so I quickly looked away and motioned for the waiter to come

RIZWANA: What you ordering now??

ME: Cheesecake! Duh we came to ‘The Cheesecake Factory”. Can’t leave without having cheesecake

RIZWANA: But I am STUFFED!

ME: Then you guys can take it to go (laughing) Seriously, you’ll thank me the oreo cheesecake is to DIE for

UWAIS: Did she say Oreo! Yasmeen order away!

So we ordered 2 slices of Oreo cheesecake. And before the war over who was going to pay broke out I quickly told Rizu and Uwais it had alreday been taken care of

UWAIS: What do you mean its been taken care of?

ZAHEER: Remember how I said I was going to the bathroom earlier on…ya….well….I lied

RIZWANA: eh man you sneaky little thing

ME: Aww thanks (laughng) You guys are our guests! It was our treat

ZAHEER: Well…..MY treat…I payed

I shoved him hard in his gut, Uwais and Rizwana found that funny

UWAIS: Fine fine, but then when you’ll come down to Durban we get to treat you guys

ME: Deal!

We got our cake to go and left the restaurant Zaheer and Uwais exchanged pins and watsap numbers while Rizwana and I had a heavy heart goodbye

ME: (hugging her) You better hold onto Uwais. I’ve seen the way he looks at you! He’s deffo a keeper

RIZWANA: As if I’m ever going to let him go (pulling away) You and Zaheer, stay as sweet as you are! You guys are like two pea’s in a pod!

ME: Don’t forget me now!

RIZWANA: Impossible! You better gimme a ring when you come to Durban

ME: (holding out my pinky) Pinky promise

RIZWANA : (Looking confused) Err, (laughing, linking her pinky through mine) Pinky promise!

And then Zaheer and I watched them leave. We still had an hour to kill

ZAHEER: (wrapping his arms around me from behind) Baskin Robbins

ME: (looking into his eyes) You read my mind

Baskin Robbins was on the ooooother side of the world, well the other side of the mall. So while we walked, we talked, about this wedding he was going to, what he was going to wear, how fancy the functions were going to be

ME: You better take pictures! Seriously, I wanna see how your family just blows up moner

ZAHEER: Youre one to talk?? Did you not see how mnay drapes your aunty had for eid

ME: (nudging him) Shurrup!

We got to BR… The place was packed with people getting ice cream

ZAHEER: What you want?

ME: Err, I dunno…Surprise me

10 minutes later Zaheer and I were eating chocolate ice cream with chcolate fudge and whipped cream topped with chocolate sprinkles Did I mention in was in a LARGE cup!!!

ME: Eh you seriously spoiling me here! I’m going to obese at this rate

ZAHEER: (patting my tummy) I’m just thinking about the well being of our baby (wink)

ME: (moving his hand away, laughing) Ya yaaaa, suure and how you know what MY baby wants??

ZAHEER: Hmm…its the daddy instinct (wink)

ME: You enjoying this whole parent hood talk…It’s so something I wouldn’t expect from you

ZAHEER: (draping his hand over my shoulders) Well…..if it were any other child then no. I wouldn’t wanna be a father. Or babysitter. Or whatever. But with you…I dunno I could picture us being helluva cool parents

This made the butterfly kingdom in my tummy erupt once again! Whenever Zaheer spoke about the future, our future, this was the effect it had on mee…

ME: Hmm…well lets just hope that you don’t change your mind

ZAHEER: I won’y (smiling that half a smile) I mean, what could possibly make me change my mind

ME: ooh I dunno. Maybe  a pretty girl?

ZAHEER: And where am I going to find a pretty girl if I already have the most most gorgeous girl in the whole of bloody Dubai?

ME: You’ll find her in S.A! (big cheesy smile)

ZAHEER: Yasmeen! Stop being like that… (giving me a knowing look, to shut me up)

ME: What? I’m just saying…(leaning my head onto his chest) Chill out. I’m only joking

ZAHEER: (kissing my head) I know, Come you finished with your ice cream? The drivers here.

So we left MOE (Mall of the Emirates) I had even started to call it moe…It was so much easier abbreviating words. We got to my house. Zaheer being the gentleman thta he is walked around, opened the door for me then held out his hand for me to take

ME: Why thank you Mr.Mohammed!

ZAHEER: How is it that you’re always thanking me whenever I drop you off at home?

ME: Because you;re just too kind and generous and loving!

ZAHEER:Aww, she even compliments! (checking my forhead) Where is all this niceness coming from.. You got the fever? You sure you not sick

ME: (swatting his hand off my forehead) Keep quiet! Goodnight Zaaah (turning to goo)

ZAHEER: (grabbing my hand) Hey, that’s no way of saying goodbye (pulling me towards him)

ME: Hmm…it isn’t….then How does one say goodbye Mr.Mohammed?

ZAHEER: Well first….one does not storm off…They must be relaxed so stop looking so tense and relax

ME: (smiling) I’m relaxed

ZAHEER: Second, they must thank the other for the wonderful evening they had thanks to the other persons credit card

ME: Zaheer!

ZAHEER: Saay it (winking)

ME: (sighing) Thank you for the wonderful evening…………….I am not saying the credit card part

ZAHEER: Fine, Step 3, show some sort of affection!

ME: (laughing) Really Zaheer….

ZAHEER: (stroking my face) Shhh….. (Bringing my fingers up to his lips holding them in mid air)It was my absolute pleasure to make your evening a wonderful one Ms. Raheem (kissing my hand)

And with that he dropper my hand, turned around and walked away. I thought he wasn’t going to turn around, but before he got into the car he stopped in his tracks, did a 180 and looked at me. It was now or never. I wasn’t going to see him for A WEEK! It was up to me….I didn’t have anything to say to him really…Just some ‘affection’ to show. Luckily I was wearing pumps so I ran and diver onto Zaheer to give him a hug! Only, he caught me, hugged me and swung me around instead of us falling onto the ground.

ME: (whispering into his hair) Zaheer

ZAHEER: (putting me back onto the ground) I love you Yasmeen

I couldn’t say it back to him. The last time I did, our whole relationship was jinxed so instead, I reached up and gave Zaheer a kiss on the cheek. This time I was the one to turn around and walk back to the house. When I looked behind me, Zaheer was already gone.

Sigh. This was going to be one helluva loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong week!

Yas's Floral Jeans...

Yas’s Floral Jeans…

Oreo Cheesecake

Oreo Cheesecake

P.S. Here’s a shout out to Naadirah, Nabehah , Shaheerah & Sabeehah! Let me know if you want to give someone a shoutout! 😀 Much Love DOAD xoxo ♥

Part 62 – Mr.Right

Heyoooo!I’m back. Here’s the much anticipated Part 61. This post is dedicated to waz a waz one helluva awesome sauce-some reader that I adore to bits! 😀  Much Love DOAD xoxo ♥

Besties For Life ♥

Besties For Life ♥

So much had happened in the past week. A lot of good. A lot of bad. A lot happened! Plus as the days went by, I was getting closer to seeing my best friend!! To be able to give her a big bear hug, I was just counting down the days till she finally got here!! The Bobat’s were also coming after their family trip to Europe. Shame, ‘Fayaan’ were both already starting to complain about how much they gonna miss each other. God! They made me wanna puke sometimes…

(Over skype)

ME: GET a room you guys!!!

ZAYAAN: We are in a room (smiling) MY room. You’re actually currently disturbing us Yas…

ME: Ooh am I! Well watch how the whole of next week I’M going to have Fatimah all to my self!! Muwahahahahahaaa!!!

This was a daily thing Zayaan and I did over BBM, Watsapp and whenever Fatz and I skyped! We would fight over Fatimah…

FATIMAH: Guys guys, no need to fight over me! There’s plenty to go around…

ME: Pff, we not ‘fighting’ over you. I’m just telling Zayaan that you love me more! (batting my eye lashes)

ZAYAAN: Aren’t you suppose to be playing girl friend boy friend with Zaheeeer?!?! (Raising an eyebrow)

ME: Fatz just slap him for me! And no I’m not PLAYING a game Zay. Its called dating, its a relationship! Not a game

ZAYAAN: Aaaah. Thanks for that life lesson. Seriously I appreciate it. It’ll get me far in life!

ME: Fatz!

On qui, she slapped him with a pillow. Since I couldn’t be there to slap him in person, and the slaps I owed him were accumulating, she would just hit Zayaan for me

FATIMAH: Sooo where is Zaheer anyway?

ME: We got holiday this coming week. It’s National day, you know how we have freedom day in S.A., well these arabian dudey’s have national day. Pff can you believe it. We had to dress up in the flag colours yesterday! Eughh! Green, red, white and black. Err red’s not exactly my color so no thanks!!!

FATIMAH: (laughing) So then what you wore?

ME: Jeans, black top, scarf and my open front abaya! Total arab style!!

ZAYAAN: Aloooo! You still never answer her question. Where. Is. Zaheer.

ME: Why you soo eager to know?!?!  Not planning on coming after my boyfriend now are you (raising my eyebrows). First you stole my best friend…… Now Zaheer. Eh you obsessed with me!!!

FATIMAH: (rooaring with laughter) Oh my goood! Have I missed you my batchuu!!!!

ME: See! She loves me more. I’m her batchuuu!

ZAYAAN: Is that so (wrapping his arms around Fatz, kissing her ear) Hmm… Well then she’s my Fati Patati!

ME: Oh whatever!! Blaagh! You guys make me wanna puke!

FATIMAH: Now you know how I feel when you tell me about Uzair and Zaheer! Where is Zaah anyway?!?

ME: You’ll made me go off topic! Soo as I was saying, Zah and them are going down to joburg for the week, cause of the holidays. Some family wedding is happening there, so he’s busy packing now. But I’ll see him tonight

ZAYAAN: Aww! So then don’t you have to plan whatchu gonna wear? Don’t you have anything else to do other than waste my time?

ME: Faaatz!

Again, Zayaan caught a pillow beating from his girlfriend while I just laughed away…

FATIMAH: You two seriously need to suck it up this December and just GET ALONG! You’ll acting like children!

ZAYAAN AND ME: We are children!

JINX!!

And that set us all laughing agin for another good 5minutes

ME: (wiping away a tear of laughter) Eh, you’ll too much! Listen I gotta go.

FATIMAH: Whyy? Its still early?

ZAYAAN: Lover boy is waiting for her (wink)

FATIMAH: Chat a little longer. You only seeing him in the night…

ME: Yaa! But I  needa go plan my outfit (wink)

ZAYAAN: See! Don’t I know your bestie so well!?!

ME: (laughing) I’ll leave you two in peace! Stay as cute as you are my favouritest couple! Send my love to Nuha! Love you Fayaan.

FATIMAH: Loove you too baabes

ZAYAAN: Err, I’m warming upto you. Not yet ‘loving’ you

Fatimah nudged him hard in his gut!

ZAYAAN: Uffff!!!! (Holding his tummy) Jokes jokes Yasmeen( fake smile) LOVE you!

FATIMAH: Much better! Have fun

ME: You too salaams doll

And with that the skype call ended. I had actually kinda sorta lied, or not told Fatz the whole truth of why I had to go. I was meeting Zaheer for supper, and my outfit was already planned (duh) The real reason I ended the call was because I had arrangements. So as I sat there contemplating weather I was doing the right thing or not, my skype started to ring. It was Uzair. I looked at the time. 5 o clock ON the dot! That boy was always so punctual…  I took a deep breath in and answered the call. All of a sudden I could see his face. Staring at me through the screen. This heat began to spread from my neck all over my face. I turned away from the camera hiding my now very tomato red face!

ME: Err one second. Just getting my…. (Looking around my room) my water bottle!

UZAIR:  Hello to you to Yasmeen. No problem take your time…

ME: Got it. Wow! So that’s how much you’ve grown since I last saw you??

UZAIR: Hmm sarky??

ME: Noo I’m being serious. You’ve gotten taller? Eh, you Bobats are like tree’s man!

UZAIR: (laughing) And you got……shorter. Eh, you Raheems are real midgets!

ME: Take that back! But yes, I admit I have gotten shorter. Fake tear fake tear (wiping away the fake tears)

UZAIR: So how you been? How’s Dubai?

ME: I’ve been alright! Lot’s of tests coming up in Jan though so just a lot of prep work. And you??

UZAIR: I’m on holiday (smiling) Nooo campus for the next 6 weeks! Such bliss

ME: (laughing) If you trying to make me jealous, its not working!

UZAIR: Wasn’t trying to make you jealous…Now I’m just chilling and waiting to leave Durban to go London!

ME: London! You will LOVE it! We went there last year! But you’ll going in winter so you better pack warm…

UZAIR: Yaa, Fayaaz said it was going to be FREEZING! Eh what’s the weather like in Dubai? Dunno what to pack…

ME: The weather here…… Is gorgeous! Dubai winters are just fab! The nights are chilly the days are cool and breezy. Its not a wet Durban hailing winter. Its just… lovely….

UZAIR: Soooo….light jackets and jerseys?

ME: Definately (laughing) When are you’ll off to London?

UZAIR: Same day the Akoojee’s leave for Dubai

ME: Oooh. Nice (smiling)

UZAIR: Soo, you wanna start or should I?

ME: I love how you get down straight into business (smiling). First things first, whatever I tell you, Nuha can’t know I told you. We can tell her together when she comes to Dubai. Deal?

UZAIR: Done! Thanks for doing this Yas. Really. I need answers…

I thought back to last week. After I cut the skype call with Fatimah and Nuha, Uzair called me. I hadn’t heard his voice or spoke to him in months! I was soo…shocked….Definately caught off gaurd by his phone call.

UZAIR: Look, before you cut the call. Don’t. I know I’ve been all AWOL recently but now, this is more important. This whole Yumna thing

ME: I…I…Uzair… I can’t tell you. You needa ask Nuha

UZAIR: I did! She won’t tell me. I even asked all the boys but they all being tight lipped. I dunno what to do?!?!

ME: Look I need to go Uzair

UZAIR: Just think about it! Please. How am I supposed to make things right if I don’t even know whats wrong?

ME: (sighing) Fine. I’ll think about it. No promises.

UZAIR: Thanks

And I had thought about it the whole week, when yesterday I BB’d Uzair telling him I’d give him all his answers. So here we were, skyping….. It was like 99.99% awkward. But that 0.01% felt normal

ME: Okay. Well shoot. Ask me anything

UZAIR: I don’t exactly have a question. Its more like a demand… Tell me everything.

I silently hoped that Nuha would forgive me, but it was un fair that Uzair still didn’t know. So I told him EVERYTHING! From start to finish. But because he was Uzair Bobat, he asked me questions after EVERY single sentence!

ME: Duude! Lemme finish!

UZAIR: Sorry sorry… Carry one

But he never did stop asking his questions. I guess he wanted to know it all in detail.

UZAIR:  So it was Yumna?  Yumna’s the best friend? (running his fingers through his hair) She’s the culprit?

ME: Correction, the ex best friend…(After a moment of silence) You still do that?

UZAIR: (looking confused) Do what?

ME: (smiling a side wards smile) Run your fingers through your hair…

UZAIR: (giving me a shining smile) Old habits die hard!

ME: Soooo is Yumna an old habit?

UZAIR: No way man! You crazy! There’s more to this chick than meets the eye and I’m only realizing this now.

ME: Listen I dunno weather you two are still dating bu…

UZAIR: We not, well I dunno my self. I told her last week there was stuff I needed to sort out and that she and I should take a break. She had her chance to come clean Yas. If she wanted to tell me, she could’ve told me then…

ME: I knoow. I know. But the reason why Nuha never told you was because Yumna made you happy. And if Yumna does make you happy then…

UZAIR: Then? Then what? I could never look at her the same after hearing about all of this! We all get up to crap in our lives. But at the end of the day, I’m not going to force my self to be around someone I can no longer stand

ME: (sighing) Fine fine, do what you want. We all just want to see you happy Uzzi (smiling)

UZAIR: All? Define all?

ME: We worry sick about you! Zayaan, Nuha, Fatimah, Me, Ridwaan! Even Armaan was wondering what happen to you…

UZAIR: Aah! But not Zaheer…

ME: Oh what has Zaheer got to do with this anyway. Forget him. Focus on what WE think about you and what WE want for you. We want you to be happy, kallas!

UZAIR: You been doing Arabic for what, 3 months now, and that’s the best you can doo???

ME: (laughing) I’m just getting started!

Then I launched my self into a biography of my self in arabic. It was the only dialogue I knew off by heart…

UZAIR: (laughing) Child I dunno what you saying! All I caught was my name is Yasmeen, something about south africa and err… Yipp! That’s all I understood

ME: (laughing and shaking my head) Pff useless! Uzii, can I ask you something?

UZAIR: Shoot

ME: How’d you meet her? This Yumna? Where did you meet her? What made you like her? I know I’m being quite nosy…but I’m curious.

UZAIR: (running his fingers through his hair) Akh, its complicated. My head was messed up. She’s one of my friends sister, Sulaiman Karodia? Dunno if you know him

ME: No, i dunno him. Carry on

UZAIR: So ya, I met her at soccer the one day. I could see she was one of those girls that dint really do relationships. She needed a ride somewhere so I offered and that’s how he got talking We kept in contact.  A week later I was her boyfriend (nodding his head) should’ve known though…

ME: Known what?

UZAIR: That there was something that went down between Nuu and her. The first time I spoke to her, she even told me they use to know each other and…

ME: Uzair, don’t do this to your self! Non of us would’ve guessed. Its finished now
UZAIR: Well I wanna finish it once and for all (standing up)

ME: Where you going?

UZAIR: (sighing) To officially break up with Yumna.

ME: (laughing) You know that’s how I found about you and her! Through Facebook! Soo you might wanna start by changing your status…

UZAIR: The power of social networking eh! Yass…

ME: Gee…

UZAIR: Sorry. For going all AWOL on you

ME: (smiling warmly) Its totally fine!  Seriously, you got enough sorry’s to say at the moment save them for Nuha or Zayaan. Or your cuzzies. They your family

UZAIR: You also family!

That made me blush even more! Ya allah, Yasmeen get a grip!

ME: Well family doesn’t leave family so pinky swear no more going AWOL?!

UZAIR: Pinky promise! You still believe in pinky swears?!?

ME: What can I say, old habits die hard! (Wink) Hey, good luck with Yumna!

UZAIR: Thanks! In sha allah she doesn’t go ballistically mad with me and start throwing stuff! I dont wanna deal with a black eye

ME: (laughing) I’ll sit and make du’a you come back home in one piece. Chat to you soon

UZAIR: Salaams

And he was off. To go get rid of Yumna, to mend things with Nuha.

At the end of the day, he was Uzair Bobat, always Mr.Right!

Thank God for Skype...

Thank God for Skype…

Mr.Right aka Uzair Bobat

Mr.Right aka Uzair Bobat