We were in the taxi, me holding a plastic box containing Zyad's dad favorite chocolate cake. I insisted on brining him something since its the first time for me to actually meet him, other than hearing about him from Zyad. I instantly said yes after he asked me if i wanted to meet his dad.
Other than i wanted to know more about Zyad, and meet the people that raised him, and the environment he was raised in, i wanted to actually seen his dad in person, i wanted to know what really went threw his head when he found out he had cancer, what he thought, what was running threw his head, was he scared? what did he feel when he had to tell his teenage son he had a life threatening illness? it was hard enough for me to see my family's face when they found out i had cancer, but Zyad's dad was a grown, mature father, he was the leader of his family, how did he feel when he had to tell his family that their back bone, their leader will need there strength other than his own ...
He must have been a real soldier, a real MAN for him to be in this position and still lead his family, still have the responsibility he had before .
My thoughts were cut when i heard zyad say we were close behind ..
Zyad:" i really dont know why i asked if u wanted to meet my dad, i mean if u dont want to meet him its fine, i dont mind ... "
Me: " no, i want to meet him .. why are u having second thoughts?"
Zyad:" i mean at first, i thought u might want to i dont know ... maybe u wanted to ... "
Me:" i do want to ... i want to meet him, i want to see the family my best friend was raised in, do u have a problem with that, zyad ?"
Zyad:" no ... i don't i guess .. "
Me: " good"
- we arrived to a small house 3 minutes from the hospital, it was in a cozy neighborhood, the streets were shaded by beautiful, tall trees that made the whole street look magical. -
Zyad:" yalla, lets go "
- i began to get nervous, what if he didnt want to see anyone, what if i intrude.. maybe hes tired, oh my god this is a bad idea .. -
Me: " Zyad? "
Zyad: " hmm "
Me : " yemkin ma yeby iste8bil a7ad il7een, maybe hes tired "
Zyad: " la 3ady, he didnt have a radiation appointment today, hes ok "
Me: " ok .. "
- i was getting hesitant, what the hell did i do .. we went inside by Zyad's spare key and made our way to a hall, the house smelled like fresh lavender and coziness, it smells like a home, a comfy home ... -
- we reached the end of the hall and to my left there was a beautiful kitchen, lighted by the sun rays coming out from the window in front if it, and a middle length dining table with fresh lavender onto of it. In my right, there was a living room with soft, welcoming couches and a plasma TV in the corner, the curtain were pulled back letting the sunlight light this room as well. the place was so peaceful, at that point i felt comfortable.
: "ilsalam 3alaikom"
- i turned around to see a women in her early 40s looking at me with beautiful hazel eyes. i guessed she was Zyad's mom, she was simply beautiful, by her enchanting looks, and her friendly face. other than the house which im pretty sure she decorated, she was welcoming too.
Me : " wa 3alikom ilsalam "
Zyads Mom: " intay refeejat zyad, fay 9a7 ? "
Me : "ee"
Z's mom: "ahlan, ahlan! shereftay ilbate! shlonich 7abeebty, sha5barich, shlone il2ahal? "
- ummm, i really dont know exactly what i said back, but i think i answered her questions correctly because she led us to the living room after wards and started chatting with me like she knew me for years -
5alty " z's mom" : ee walla zyad kan shnu shai6aaan! ma gedarna 3alay! "
- zyad gave his mom a look -
Zyad: "ummmaaa, 3ad la tef'3e7eena chethi "
5alty: "oo 3ad bedaina neste7y"
- i began to laugh at how silly they were with each other, and at the same time i started to get a little jealous, i never had this bond with any of my family members like zyad and his mom had, but i also blame myself, i never gave anyone a chance, especially my mom -
5alty: "tara buzyad il7een ibyenzil "
Me : "la 5alty ma nebi inte3ba"
5alty: " la walaw, ohwa yaby yenzil a9lan, yeby ishoof ilbent ily zyad ma yegdar i9ek 7elja men kether ma yemd7ha "
- and she winked at me, oh my god i started to blush, i think zyad blushed a little as well because he looked the other way, this is sooooo embarresing! but the moment soon ended when i heard footsteps by the end of the room -
:" hala wala, min il7lu ily zayerna"
- its so weird how they say things like that, like they know me for a long time, i dont blame zyad for adoring his family, theyre so sweet -
Me: " hala 3amy "
Z's dad: "hala hala, intay fay mu 9a7 ? "
Me: "ee"
3amy: " nawartay ilbate wala, ge3day ge3aday, laish wagfa "
- he didnt look very old, but i think from the long treatments he took, he looked a little pale, and he had a few wrinkle here and there, but all in all, zyad was a spit image of his father, its like taking zyad and aging him a couple of years, the only thing zyad took from his mom is his eye color -
5alty: " ana baroo7 ayeeb ilchay "
Me: " mu lazim ita3been nafsich 5alty, walla ilmay kafi "
5alty: "walaw 7abeebty, intay thayfatna lazim, a9lan i7na ib 5edmitech "
- and she left to get the tea -
3amy: "ha fay, intay min meta ib Houston ? "
Me : "ta8reeban isboo3 "
3amy: " oo sawaitay fe7u9atich ? "
Me : "ee 5ala9t'hom il7emdilla "
3amy: " oo betsween 3amalyia "
Me: " ee ba3ad yomain"
3amy: "sahalat inshalla "
Me: " inshalla"
3amy: "tara mako 5of, kil shay ib 2eed allah, fawthay amrich 7ag rab i3alameen oo ohwa ilshafy"
Me: "inshalla"
3amy: " intaw wain ta3areftaw 3ala ba3ath?"
Zyad: "getlik yuba bil "save a heart" ily bel musteshfa"
3amy : " ee ily itwensoon ilyahal "
Zyad: "ee"
3amy: " alla ya6eekom il3afya oo ye36eekom gad neatkom inshalla "
me and zyad: "inshalla "
- he didnt stop praying for us, he was so sweet it hurts, i mean how can someone be this kind ? i have no idea .. -
3amy: " zyad roo7 sa3ed omik yemkin taby shay "
Zyad: "inshall yuba"
- he was trying to get us alone so i can be comfortable -
3amy: "intay shnu 5ayfa mina fay? "
- ... -
Me: " wayed ashya2 "
- why am saying this, this is so not the time -
3amy: " methil shnu ? "
Me: "madre ... ya3ny shnu be9eer feni .. ?"
3amy: " tabeen it3erfeen shnu ? "
Me: "shnu"
3amy: " wala shay "
Me: " wala shay? "
3amy: " fay, kil wa7ed ghair, oo kil wa7ed yet8ebl ilshay ib 6aree8ta, bes ily lazim it3ereefna ina lazim tet8eblain ily 2yeelich ib 6aree8a mutfa2ela, be positive, wala shay yeswa "
Me: " shnu 8a9dik "
3amy: "ya3ny lat 5aleen shay iwagfich , koonay mestmera, ya3ny keep going .. "
Me: " keep going .. werent u a bit scared "
3amy: " shoofay fay, ana ma kent 5ayef min ilmarath aw itha kent bamoot, kent 5ayef shnu be9eer ib sebet ilmarath, kent 5ayf 3ala 3a2elty .. ana kent amashy il2mur oo i was there supporter, bes il7een ana ily aby there support .. bes il7emdilla 3ala kel 7al, omzyad oo zyad ma ge9eraw ib 7agy .. "
- i was speechless, after all hes been through, every crappy appointment he went to and every crappy surgery he had to take, he still had the courage to say those words, he didnt even care that he might die, he just cared about his family, dont get me wrong i knew he would have, but still, his words were the words i was looking for in order to actually "keep going", his words were my motivators -
5alty : "yala 5ali9 ilchay, 7abeeby zyad roo7 yeeb adweyat obuk"
3amy: " hal adweya ily ra7 tethba7ni! "
- did he say that as a joke? i think he did -
5alty: "oo m7amed besik min hal 7achy ily mala ma3na! "
- she says is while shes laughing, its crazy how free they are and they dont take anything seriously... i think i should live here, maybe they have a guest room ... -
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an sooooo sorry guys this isnt the best post but inshalla the next chapters will be better!
Other than i wanted to know more about Zyad, and meet the people that raised him, and the environment he was raised in, i wanted to actually seen his dad in person, i wanted to know what really went threw his head when he found out he had cancer, what he thought, what was running threw his head, was he scared? what did he feel when he had to tell his teenage son he had a life threatening illness? it was hard enough for me to see my family's face when they found out i had cancer, but Zyad's dad was a grown, mature father, he was the leader of his family, how did he feel when he had to tell his family that their back bone, their leader will need there strength other than his own ...
He must have been a real soldier, a real MAN for him to be in this position and still lead his family, still have the responsibility he had before .
My thoughts were cut when i heard zyad say we were close behind ..
Zyad:" i really dont know why i asked if u wanted to meet my dad, i mean if u dont want to meet him its fine, i dont mind ... "
Me: " no, i want to meet him .. why are u having second thoughts?"
Zyad:" i mean at first, i thought u might want to i dont know ... maybe u wanted to ... "
Me:" i do want to ... i want to meet him, i want to see the family my best friend was raised in, do u have a problem with that, zyad ?"
Zyad:" no ... i don't i guess .. "
Me: " good"
- we arrived to a small house 3 minutes from the hospital, it was in a cozy neighborhood, the streets were shaded by beautiful, tall trees that made the whole street look magical. -
Zyad:" yalla, lets go "
- i began to get nervous, what if he didnt want to see anyone, what if i intrude.. maybe hes tired, oh my god this is a bad idea .. -
Me: " Zyad? "
Zyad: " hmm "
Me : " yemkin ma yeby iste8bil a7ad il7een, maybe hes tired "
Zyad: " la 3ady, he didnt have a radiation appointment today, hes ok "
Me: " ok .. "
- i was getting hesitant, what the hell did i do .. we went inside by Zyad's spare key and made our way to a hall, the house smelled like fresh lavender and coziness, it smells like a home, a comfy home ... -
- we reached the end of the hall and to my left there was a beautiful kitchen, lighted by the sun rays coming out from the window in front if it, and a middle length dining table with fresh lavender onto of it. In my right, there was a living room with soft, welcoming couches and a plasma TV in the corner, the curtain were pulled back letting the sunlight light this room as well. the place was so peaceful, at that point i felt comfortable.
: "ilsalam 3alaikom"
- i turned around to see a women in her early 40s looking at me with beautiful hazel eyes. i guessed she was Zyad's mom, she was simply beautiful, by her enchanting looks, and her friendly face. other than the house which im pretty sure she decorated, she was welcoming too.
Me : " wa 3alikom ilsalam "
Zyads Mom: " intay refeejat zyad, fay 9a7 ? "
Me : "ee"
Z's mom: "ahlan, ahlan! shereftay ilbate! shlonich 7abeebty, sha5barich, shlone il2ahal? "
- ummm, i really dont know exactly what i said back, but i think i answered her questions correctly because she led us to the living room after wards and started chatting with me like she knew me for years -
5alty " z's mom" : ee walla zyad kan shnu shai6aaan! ma gedarna 3alay! "
- zyad gave his mom a look -
Zyad: "ummmaaa, 3ad la tef'3e7eena chethi "
5alty: "oo 3ad bedaina neste7y"
- i began to laugh at how silly they were with each other, and at the same time i started to get a little jealous, i never had this bond with any of my family members like zyad and his mom had, but i also blame myself, i never gave anyone a chance, especially my mom -
5alty: "tara buzyad il7een ibyenzil "
Me : "la 5alty ma nebi inte3ba"
5alty: " la walaw, ohwa yaby yenzil a9lan, yeby ishoof ilbent ily zyad ma yegdar i9ek 7elja men kether ma yemd7ha "
- and she winked at me, oh my god i started to blush, i think zyad blushed a little as well because he looked the other way, this is sooooo embarresing! but the moment soon ended when i heard footsteps by the end of the room -
:" hala wala, min il7lu ily zayerna"
- its so weird how they say things like that, like they know me for a long time, i dont blame zyad for adoring his family, theyre so sweet -
Me: " hala 3amy "
Z's dad: "hala hala, intay fay mu 9a7 ? "
Me: "ee"
3amy: " nawartay ilbate wala, ge3day ge3aday, laish wagfa "
- he didnt look very old, but i think from the long treatments he took, he looked a little pale, and he had a few wrinkle here and there, but all in all, zyad was a spit image of his father, its like taking zyad and aging him a couple of years, the only thing zyad took from his mom is his eye color -
5alty: " ana baroo7 ayeeb ilchay "
Me: " mu lazim ita3been nafsich 5alty, walla ilmay kafi "
5alty: "walaw 7abeebty, intay thayfatna lazim, a9lan i7na ib 5edmitech "
- and she left to get the tea -
3amy: "ha fay, intay min meta ib Houston ? "
Me : "ta8reeban isboo3 "
3amy: " oo sawaitay fe7u9atich ? "
Me : "ee 5ala9t'hom il7emdilla "
3amy: " oo betsween 3amalyia "
Me: " ee ba3ad yomain"
3amy: "sahalat inshalla "
Me: " inshalla"
3amy: "tara mako 5of, kil shay ib 2eed allah, fawthay amrich 7ag rab i3alameen oo ohwa ilshafy"
Me: "inshalla"
3amy: " intaw wain ta3areftaw 3ala ba3ath?"
Zyad: "getlik yuba bil "save a heart" ily bel musteshfa"
3amy : " ee ily itwensoon ilyahal "
Zyad: "ee"
3amy: " alla ya6eekom il3afya oo ye36eekom gad neatkom inshalla "
me and zyad: "inshalla "
- he didnt stop praying for us, he was so sweet it hurts, i mean how can someone be this kind ? i have no idea .. -
3amy: " zyad roo7 sa3ed omik yemkin taby shay "
Zyad: "inshall yuba"
- he was trying to get us alone so i can be comfortable -
3amy: "intay shnu 5ayfa mina fay? "
- ... -
Me: " wayed ashya2 "
- why am saying this, this is so not the time -
3amy: " methil shnu ? "
Me: "madre ... ya3ny shnu be9eer feni .. ?"
3amy: " tabeen it3erfeen shnu ? "
Me: "shnu"
3amy: " wala shay "
Me: " wala shay? "
3amy: " fay, kil wa7ed ghair, oo kil wa7ed yet8ebl ilshay ib 6aree8ta, bes ily lazim it3ereefna ina lazim tet8eblain ily 2yeelich ib 6aree8a mutfa2ela, be positive, wala shay yeswa "
Me: " shnu 8a9dik "
3amy: "ya3ny lat 5aleen shay iwagfich , koonay mestmera, ya3ny keep going .. "
Me: " keep going .. werent u a bit scared "
3amy: " shoofay fay, ana ma kent 5ayef min ilmarath aw itha kent bamoot, kent 5ayef shnu be9eer ib sebet ilmarath, kent 5ayf 3ala 3a2elty .. ana kent amashy il2mur oo i was there supporter, bes il7een ana ily aby there support .. bes il7emdilla 3ala kel 7al, omzyad oo zyad ma ge9eraw ib 7agy .. "
- i was speechless, after all hes been through, every crappy appointment he went to and every crappy surgery he had to take, he still had the courage to say those words, he didnt even care that he might die, he just cared about his family, dont get me wrong i knew he would have, but still, his words were the words i was looking for in order to actually "keep going", his words were my motivators -
5alty : "yala 5ali9 ilchay, 7abeeby zyad roo7 yeeb adweyat obuk"
3amy: " hal adweya ily ra7 tethba7ni! "
- did he say that as a joke? i think he did -
5alty: "oo m7amed besik min hal 7achy ily mala ma3na! "
- she says is while shes laughing, its crazy how free they are and they dont take anything seriously... i think i should live here, maybe they have a guest room ... -
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an sooooo sorry guys this isnt the best post but inshalla the next chapters will be better!
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