the first picture they had together was shared about four months earlier in Ines's account, as for their relationship I had no idea if it started then.I went to Azziz's account next and I naturally found from the tags, he had a big number of followers and was mainly promoted for his Magazine, while scanning his account I wondered why I haven't heard about the success he made before, a part of me was proud of him because he realized his dream of owning his magazine which seemed something rather impossible to achieve in the time when we were together.Back then when he used to speak about his future dream magazine and started telling me what content he'll speak about and what design he would follow I cheered for him and even suggested ideas to help him, but deep down in my heart I still believed it was an impossible dream to accomplish, it was exactly like when your small child tells you he'll live in the space when he grows up... You just cheer for his impossible dream and even help to
INAYA -What is it like to activate someone's "devil mode"?Nana's devil mode consists of throwing continuous and persistent threats of never forgiving me in this life nor in the afterlife, which actually worked amazingly for a very long time on me, for example, she used to order me around in the freezing winter yelling,"Inaya! Go wash the floor in front of the house... Do you want the neighbors to say that we're dirty just because you're too lazy to wash the dust and fallen leaves away!"When I remind her that it's too cold for me to survive if I went outside and that there were no leaves since the autumn is long over she would stand in front of me with a cold face and starts threatening,"wallah( I swear to god) I will never forgive you if you don't go now and clean that place! Wallah, I'll die of a burdened heart because of you and when we meet in front of Allah I shall not forgive you and I shall ask him to throw you in hell!"These words surprisingly turned me into a docile and
Although Hamza asked me not to wait for him, I still couldn't sleep that night... After a long time of tossing and staring at the ceiling and the empty spot on the bed beside me aimlessly, I decided to just turn on the Tv and watch anything until Hamza comes back.Honestly speaking, the reason for my sleep to run away that night was a humanly feeling that makes the one's heart beat faster and the one's lips turn upward, it is a feeling which is well portrayed in the songs of the white and black era where in the music video you can see your elegant young lady sitting beside the phone of the house and waiting for it to ring and sighing with a smile, while the male voice is singing in the background: "I miss you".That is exactly the situation I was living in, I was missing that husband of mine and excited for his soon return.I pushed every thought to the back of my mind, that is including Azziz as well, I kept only anticipating Hamza to open our room's door and walk in.By the time the
Ladies and gentlemen, it wasn't until this very moment that I remembered that the shameless me who was waiting for her husband to be back "passionately" was wearing sleepwear that unveiled much more than it covered. I realized that I was standing in front of the whole family looking so indecent, that Nana who sees the world as a blur without her glasses on and who couldn't even find the light switch earlier naturally couldn't see how "exposed" I was, and that Azziz forgot all about his fiancée and he was staring right at me in a way he shouldn't.You see, this is the problem about living in an expensive villa, even in the freezing January, the temperature was so warm inside that place so I didn't feel the cold air while being moved by my wifely emotions, If I was in the house in my hometown even if I was threatened with a knife I would remember to put on a coat first before running away to save my life.The bigger problem yet happened next, I felt extremely embarrassed with my looks t
INAYA -"I'm going to crush him," Hamza said coldly.He then stood up... Walked pass me, and started to undress to put on his housewares.After he finished doing that he looked at me again and added, "his work at the magazine is clean, only his subordinates __""Hamza!" I yelled, I looked at him coldly and said,"We haven't met for a month, and all you talk about is Azziz this Azziz that! Am I a wall to you? Am I air to you?"I'm a one-line thinker, I have already pointed that out before when I see my husband who I missed for a month I only think of my husband who I missed for a month!You see, if you exclude Azziz and his sudden appearance in my life again, you'll find that pretty much all I did for the last month was eat, sleep, work, and wait for Hamza to be back again...We had lost a long time already, I wanted us to be happy together, to fix us properly, to trust one another fully or at least to that extent when I walk indecent by accident in front of a strange man the first qu
INAYA - The next morning when my alarm started ringing at 7 am, I woke up to experience a zombie state in which my body was suffering from a severe lack of sleep and exhaustion, the scum in the cause who was sleeping beside me and who was awakened by my alarm as well asked,"Are you awake?""hmm... I'm very sleepy and tired though"He circled my waist with his arms to bring me closer to him and hug me under the quit.After a long time, He shamelessly remembered to comment,"in the future don't say words like 'i desire you so often, especially not in the morning when we have to go to work. We still need to lead a busy life outside of the bed."I stared at him And then I pinched his cheek so hard while he amusedly laughed.The room was faintly lit since at 7 am on a winter morning the sun hasn't yet fully lit the sky so I couldn't see him clearly, still, the sound of his genuinely happy laughter was like music to my heart, I stopped pinching him, and I started gently touching the conto
INAYA -The following days were not Happy.Well, let's just say that my in-laws were not pleased nor grateful that their future son-in-law namely Azziz Chouli was driven out of the magazine that he established with his blood, sweat, and tears."Assitant Magazine" was doing pretty well before Hamza put his hands on it, it was getting more popular among younger college students and started to get the attention of international readers, I naturally was not following on the written media field for a long time since my latest work before filladi co was at a radio station, So I didn't hear of the rising popularity of this newly established magazine until Azziz appeared in front of me. The aspiring project was going downhill so fast that by the time Azziz gets rid of the lawsuits following him by my husband he'll find no place to go back to... His magazine's glory will already be burned down to ashes.Speaking of the lawsuits against him, Hamza made sure that no capable lawyer in the country
Speaking of the ways he was informed about my boyfriend, I never thought I was cruel to him since at the time I had no idea he had feelings for me.He didn't know about my first boyfriend until Samir and I were already broken up, as for the way I told him about him, We were just sitting on the rooftop of the house in my hometown while having a chat he said,"I noticed a boy walking around the house frequently lately, he said his name is Samir"At that moment, we were eating hawthorns, I didn't know Hamza hated them, being the one-line thinker that I am all that was occupying my stingy head was that I started to regret sharing my delicious hawthorns with him and that I must eat all the big meaty fruits before he gets them.I bluntly said,"aah, he was my ex,"While grabbing the best-sized fruit in that bag and throwing it inside my mouth.It is indeed cruel when someone's heart was being broken... I only thought about hawthorns.As for Azziz, it was way worst, Like I told you before, I