Something Out Of Nowhere -9-

Standing in the middle of their kitchen with the confusion of what icing to put on her perfectly baked cupcakes, Hadeel finally decided to put the strawberry flavored red one to perfect her chocolate delights.  She started with one then two then finished all 24 cupcakes. She thought to herself “I know he’ll love them, he’s always loved the cupcakes I helped my mother make and he’d never eat except the ones I designed” with that memory strolling through her mind she let out a wide grin and placed the cupcakes on a tray and waited for him to get back from his day at work.

She waited, and waited until the day began to darken but she wouldn’t think about anything other than his delight when he sees what she made him. He wasn’t a lover but he meant the world, and he wasn’t just a friend that comes and goes with time. He was there always and she knew that he’d never leave her side. A sudden rush of guilt went through her as she recollected the days they did not speak and she wished with everything that she could take every second of everyday back. As more memories came hurrying soon after, she heard a car gradually coming up the neighbor’s driveway and jumped out of her seat and headed to the door.

Hadeel popped the door open and peaked outside, when she saw that it was the car she’s been waiting for all along she stepped out onto the porch. Mansoor was just turning the switch to turn the car off when he saw her. In blue jeans and a very childish but very attractive pink t-shirt, she was the prettiest sight he’s ever laid eyes on. As soon as Hadeel saw him looking her way she waved and so did he. He grabbed the gift box and stepped out of the car after turning it off, trying his best that Hadeel doesn’t notice what’s in his hand.

Hadeel waited on the porch for Mansoor to make his way up to her. She smiled so wide that she actually thought that she might tear a muscle. Her joy to see him was incredible, knowing that they’re back, back to being the most important people in each other’s lives, back to being each other’s rock and she wanted nothing else.

He made his way up not wanting his eyes to leave hers, wanting to hold her in his arms and never let go. To him, he loved her and he knew it. To him, she was the only girl in the world. To him, she is the girl he wants to marry. Mansoor looked at her with eyes filled with need and love, filled with care and passion and he wanted nothing else.

“Hello Beautiful” He whispered.

“Hi Handsome” Hadeel said, blushing.

“Close your eyes”

She did as he asked and felt her heart racing to what was coming ahead. He took the palm of her hand in his, gently caressed the linings on the inside of it, taking in every emotion she is feeling and making it his. He held her hand for a minute and never wanted to let go. With her eyes still closed he moved his right arm from behind his back and placed the gift bag on her palm. Hadeel’s eyes shot open in surprise and she kept staring at the bag with confusion.

His lips slowly curved into a smile then he said “For the past two birthdays”

Then his smile quickly faded

“I know I wasn’t there when I should’ve been, but I’m here now. Not a day has passed when I didn’t think I should be here instead of upstairs in my room regretting that I did not try my best to get you back. I promise, with every inch of me I promise, that from this minute forward I will be here, I will not give you the chance to need anything, I will be your rock. You will say jump and my only response would be how high. I promise that from this day on I will not let anything harm you.”

He said still holding her hand and staring into her eyes.

She moved the gift back from her palm and placed it onto the floor. Without any second of hesitation she pushed herself into his chest and put her arms around him. Mansoor froze not knowing what to do but knowing that this is all he ever wanted, all he ever wished for. He moved his arms and wrapped them around Hadeel and just stood there… holding her. Everything around them froze, everything except their feelings. At that moment Hadeel realized that this is what she wanted for the rest of her life. This hug, this warmth, this … PERSON.  She knew now that what she felt wasn’t friendship love. It was that love. The same love people write about in novels and others witness in movies. Hadeel loved Mansoor.

Once they let go of each other, which seemed like centuries later, Hadeel said “Well guess what!” still staring into his big dark eyes.

“Tell me”

“I have something for you too”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, but we need to go inside”

They held each other’s hands as they walked into the house, and once he stepped in he smelled it. Her surprise. The baking essence filled the room and a smile broke out of his lips.

“You didn’t!” he said with a sense of delight.

“You’ve always loved them”

“And you’ve always made the best ones” he kissed her forehead gently, when the front door shot open and Humaid, Hadeel’s brother, stepped out from behind it.

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Something Out Of Nowhere -8-

He was very wrapped up in his work trying to finish everything he had to do to go home as early as possible. Why? Well to see her of course. Since he’d seen her last he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He couldn’t stop imagining her face and feeling her touch on his arm. He heard her voice everywhere he went, and her laugh was so mesmerizing that whenever he turned a corner he could swear he could hear her laughing on the other side. For a moment, he thought that he might be going crazy, but that same moment he realized how much he was madly in love with her.

“You done yet?” a sudden voice said from behind the door that pulled Mansoor back to earth like gravity.

“uh, no not yet. Just a couple more papers and I’m heading home”

“Alright, just pass by my office once you’re done so I could see them.”

“Sure”

and as soon as Patricia, Mansoor’s English boss, left he breathed out a sigh of relief.

An hour later Mansoor was done with the papers and has already dropped them at Patricia’s desk. As he made his way to his car he had an idea that he thought Hadeel might like. So he got in his car and drove to the nearest mall…

Back at Hadeel’s house

There it was, the black range rover again. Who the hell is that? This car has been here all morning, are we expecting anyone today? Hadeel thought to herself as she stared out the window.

And just seconds later, her curiosity was too much for her to bear so she fixed her hair into a bun, opened the front door and walked towards the car.

Is she coming this way? Oh god what should I do? Should I just drive off? No no, I want to talk to her. Alright then, I’ll talk to her. The car passenger thought as Hadeel approached the vehicle.

She got to the car and noticed how terribly tinted it was, it was impossible to see anyone sitting inside, so she thought she’ll just knock on the window, and right before she did, it rolled down and behind appeared a very handsome man with a full beard, wide brown eyes and short, very attractive, hair.

“Hi, can I help you?” she asked trying not to sound like she’s totally drooling over him in her mind.

“Well hello, I’m Khalid and you are?”

“Hadeel, sorry but your car has been parked here a very long time, were you waiting for someone?”

“Actually, yeah. My friend’s your neighbor, you know? Mansoor… and I was just waiting for him to get back from work.” He tried to come up with the most believable excuse, and this was all he thought of.

“Oh ok then, sorry for bothering you” she said hesitantly.

“No it’s fine, a girl like you can bother me any day.” Of course Khalid was known to be the flirt in the gang, and well, he didn’t hesitate with trying a pickup line on her.

Hadeel was a little shocked and a little happy with the attempt but after all he was her, soon to be resurrected, best friend’s friend. So she wouldn’t even think about it.

She got in the house and approximately an hour later the car and the very handsome guy left. She was surprise that he left when Mansoor didn’t yet come back, but then discarded the thought by thinking he’s gotten bored. What she didn’t really know was that the only reason the car was parked her all along was because of her.

The Dubai Mall

Mansoor walked into all the women’s shop and the unisex ones, the famous brand shops and the cheap ones, he was all over the mall looking for two very special gifts for a certain special lady friend of his.

He’d already gotten her a Louis Vuitton bracelet, so now he was looking for something else he could buy her. He walked into CH thinking that it’s the perfect place to find some very feminine gifts. Once he was in he started looking around admiring a lot of things at once and that’s when he spotted the perfect purple wallet for the girl he was so crazy about. Without any hesitation he asked the sales clerk to get him the wallet and gift-wrap it so he could take it straight to Hadeel.  

Something Out Of Nowhere -7-

One half of me is yours, the other half yours, 
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, 
And so all yours.

-William Shakespeare

Mansoor walked making his way to the patio when he heard a rumble from next door. He quickly looked and saw Hadeel also making her way to the door when the load she was carrying crashed into the ground. He involuntarily paced towards her to offer help. As he made his way he stopped for a second and wondered, should I? Maybe I should just go back, he thought. But then, two seconds later he decided he wouldn’t waste anymore time hoping for something to happen. So he went on… he reached for a box that was on the ground with a million things that found their way out of it. He gathered everything trying not to say a word and once he was finished he lifted the box and said, “Can I help you take them in?”

For a minute she was stunned, two whole years have passed and they did not say a word to each other and now he’s asking if he can help her get the boxes in her house? But then again, nothing was his fault. Why was she treating him this way? She never knew. After a long silent minute of stares and absent mindedness she replied “Umm, yeah sure. Come in.”

Hadeel unlocked the door very carefully to not drop anything else on the floor, and led him to the living room.

“You can put the box right here.” Gesturing to the wide coffee table in the middle of the room

“Alright”

As he walked past her in his pearly white thob and messy hair caused by the long hours being covered by the ghetra and egal, which he threw in the backseat of his car as usual. His scent found it’s way to Hadeel. Once she took a deep breathe, nostalgia hit her. Every single good or bad memory with him crossed her mind. She wanted to hug him right then and there. She stopped herself though. She took another deep breath trying to capture every essence of him. She missed him, she knew that. But she would never have the nerve to let him know. After all, she was the one that pushed him away all these years. Mansoor put the box carefully on the coffee table and started brushing his hands over his thob to clean it, as he stood straight. Once he made sure that it was spotless he turned around to face her.

“Anything else you need help with?” he said with a light curve in his lips.

“No, that’s the last of the boxes.”

“Oh ok.” He stood there, hoping that this wouldn’t end like this, that they would talk a bit more.

“Umm well, thank you for the help.” She said to break the silence as she gestured towards the box.

“Yeah sure, no problem.” He realized that what he hoped for wouldn’t happen, so he started making his way to the door.

Hadeel followed him silently. She watched him step out the door and she knew deep inside she didn’t want him to leave.

“Mansoor” She said almost as soon as he stepped out.

He turned around. “Yeah?”

“Would you like something to eat? I was just going to make me a sandwich.” she asked hesitantly.

He stood for a minute as if arguing with himself if he should or should not stay. But then said “Only if it’s the turkey sandwich you used to make me when we were kids.”

He blurted the words, and soon after Hadeel’s cheeks turned into the brightest shade of pink. She smiled and led him to the kitchen quietly. After pouring both of them a glass of water, Mansoor sat at the kitchen table while Hadeel made the sandwiches. He couldn’t believe it; he was finally back into her house. The house that held a million beautiful memories, the house they played hide and seek in, and watched movies all day. The house he so badly wanted to be in more than a couple of time these past two years. And now he was in again. But what to do now? Was this just a thank gesture for helping her with the box or did she want to catch up with him. Did she want to get back to being the best friend he knew his whole life? Or was it just a hello and goodbye kind of thing. He didn’t know what to think. But hey, he was in her house, now it time to take matters into his own hands.

“So, how have you been?” he asked, hoping to start a conversation.

“I’ve been good, and you?”

“Am managing.”

She finished making the sandwiches and sat facing him on the kitchen table. That was when she couldn’t hold it in any longer. She wanted to know everything about him, everything that has been happening for the past few years, how was he, how was his parents, his brothers, she wanted to know every single detail. And he was nothing but thrilled about it. He sat there talking for hours none stop. Like it’ll all be over the next day, like they want to enjoy each other’s company before the day ends and whatever this is, ends with it. They kept talking and laughing, and every once in a while she would laugh and put her hand on his arm, and that’s when his heart would skip a beat. He smile, she laughed. He talked, she replied. And that’s how it was for 3 straight hours. Since her dad was working late that night and her brother was out with his friends, and her little sisters was at her cousin’s, the house was very quiet and they were alone. After talking for three hours, they both suddenly went silent. She looked down at the table and the empty plates while he looked at her. He kept staring at her and trying to download as much of her as he can into his mental hard drive, so that if this never happens again, he would remember how her long brown hair swayed when she talked and moved, also how her eyes would widen when she would tell an exciting story, and how her lips would move emphasizing every word she says. Everything about her was breathtaking and he couldn’t help but notice that.

“I’ve missed you so much” he whispered, in conflict of whether he should say so or not.

She looked up at him, eyes red from the tears she tried pushing back. “I miss you too.” She said with an even lower voice.

After a minute or so of silence, they got back to talking about everything in their lives and how they both have been, until it got dark outside. And that was a sign for Mansoor to leave.

He waved goodbye as he walked down the patio stairs and said, “We’ll talk soon, I hope.”

She smiled and replied “No doubt about it.”

Mansoor practically flew home and on to his bed thinking about nothing but her until he was sound asleep. And Hadeel? She had a weird feeling in her tummy that she couldn’t explain. But, it made her happy, and for the first time since the accident she felt that she didn’t have to let out her sadness on a paper because today she wasn’t feeling sad. She smiled wide, and went to sleep.

In The Other Neighborhood

Now I see why he’s crazy about her. She’s beautiful. Oh god why can’t I stop thinking about her? This is not right! I have to see her again, I just have to.

Khalid tried pushing out the thoughts of her, but alas, he couldn’t… that day, he went to sleep thinking about the girl he saw. Hadeel.

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Something Out Of Nowhere -6-

Dancing in the moonlight, holding her very close and never wanting to let go. She sank very deep into his eyes and wondered. how did I get so lucky? He straightened his arm and she twirled out and then back and drowned into his chest. She hugged him as they swayed to the sound of the gentle music in the background. They danced with no one around, just the two of them. They know that this was meant to be; they knew that they wanted each other, not just for now… but forever.

Mansoor woke up. Upset that he did and very glad that he dreamt of her. The only person he’s ever wanted to be with. With a smile on his face he got up and got ready for the day ahead. It was Sunday and to everyone, Sundays are the worst, first day of the week and that meant that he had to go to work. He got all cleaned up and dressed and headed downstairs to have his breakfast.

“Good morning” Said his mum. “You look very happy, anything good happened last night?”

He went to her and kissed her forehead and smiled, “Nope, I just saw the most beautiful face. You.” he winked at her and took his place on the breakfast table. As he started picking out things to eat from the wide variety of food in front of him, his two brothers came down. Each with what seemed like blown up hair and Pajamas.

“Well don’t you two look… umm… sleepy?” Mansoor commented with a smirk.

“Shut up, pass the eggs.” replied Hamad, yawning.

They all laughed and continued their breakfast peacefully.

After Mansoor got to work his boss handed him a bunch of papers to finish up and he was going through them thoroughly until he got Khalid’s call.

“Hey dude listen, come out I’m at your place dropping of your shirt that you left at my place last night.” Khalid said through the phone.

“Khalood are you kidding? I’m at work. Call one of my brothers and they’ll come out for you”

“Oh I totally forgot, alright alright. Later.”

“Bye”

Khalid stepped out of his car and walked towards Mansoor’s house after talking to one of his brothers. Once he got to the patio the door opened and Hamad came out still just as he was during breakfast. Khalid smiled and handed him the shirt, they chatted for a while about Hamad’s university and how it was going and then he left. As he was walking towards his car he turned around to see Hadeel’s house. Why have I never seen the girl that Mansoor always talks about? He wondered. He was suddenly very curious, but didn’t know what to do about it. And just when he turned away to get in the car and leave. Hadeel came out in her trainers to go for a jog. She had her hair tied up in a ponytail and i-pod headphone in her ears.

He suddenly took a step backwards and kept looking at her, and when she caught him looking he turned around and got into the car. He placed both his hands on the stirring wheel, inhaled “Oh Wow.” And he exhaled.

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Something Out Of Nowhere -5-

I saw him today. The same person I gave up being friends with years ago. He looked at me the same way he did the last time we spoke. I couldn’t gather my nerves to say hi. I don’t know why. Please forgive me; please forgive me for all I’ve done. I’ve hurt you and I know it; I just can’t talk to people anymore, I’m not that same person you knew. Not the same girl who’d put all her worries behind her once she’s seen you. You’ve been the greatest friend, and that said, friends are never not friends if they’re apart. I still count you as mine, and I hope you feel the same way. Don’t hate me for what I’ve done; it’s not in my hands. I can’t tell you that I know how you feel nor can I be your friend anymore, only because I know that that’ll hurt you even more; to be friends with a person who’s not who you think she is. I hope you can forgive me.

Hadeel wrote down in her diary eagerly, wanting to let everything out. Since she saw him she felt guilty, and couldn’t shake the feeling that he hated her. Not only because of leaving him, but also because she saw him today and didn’t approach him at all, not even to say hi. She felt very bad and she wished that she could go back in time to fix her mistake; because now, if they talked it’ll only be awkward and it’ll never be the way it used to. Once something was broken it was hard to fix, and even if it was, it’ll never be as it used to.

She put the pen down trying to take a breath. She got up and walked to the window to open and get some air. But there he was. In his room sitting on the couch doing nothing… just nothing. He was sitting there, thinking maybe? What was he thinking about? She thought.

What are you thinking Mansoor? Are you thinking about those good old days? The days when you and I cared about nothing? When we did everything together? When people would always ask us if we ever fought? And when I used to cry when you took that very last cookie? You can’t even imagine how much I want those days to come back. I need you, but I can never say that. Not after everything. It’s hard for me, I hope you can understand that. Ever since the accident and every single thing has been hard for me to do. I hope you can understand, and that one day we can be friends again.

And that’s when he got up from the couch and came towards his window. He saw her standing there, absent minded but definitely looking his way. Was she watching me? He thought.

She came back to reality and saw him. Now they were both looking at each other. As awkward as it felt for Hadeel, she didn’t want to move, and neither did Mansoor. He put his palm on his damp window, and kept staring at her.  After a long internal conflict, so did she. She put her palm on her window, and stood there. They were reaching for each other. Each one of them knowing how hard it is to be without the other. Then, she gave him that same faint smile she gave him earlier, but now, he smiled back. Wanting her to understand how much he has missed her, he signaled for her to wait, and she did. He got a piece of paper and a marker, he wrote on the paper and then showed it to her. She slowly read and felt the tears accumulating in her eyes. She stood there for another minute. Then she smiled, and turned away.

He stood there… feeling good. Even though she didn’t reply he knew that he did a huge thing today and that gave him a sense of accomplishment. He knew that things are on the verge of changing. To the better, he hoped. He slept that night very satisfied, and for the first time in so long he slept smiling. And well Hadeel, spent all night on her bed thinking about what was written on that paper and hoping that he truly meant it. That one paper that held a million emotions. She closed her eyes imagining it. A plain white paper with simple letters that spelled “I Miss You”.

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Something Out Of Nowhere -4-

One breezy summer day, he was standing just in front of his house chilling with his friends. Of course, not being able to keep his eyes off of her house. He knew that in about 15 minutes she should be coming out to go to her grandmother’s just like she did every Saturday. As they were talking she was brought up and he was suddenly back in the conversation.

“So, she’s still not talking to you huh?” asked Mayed curious, after he noticed him staring at her house.

“What? No, why?” he answered, confused.

“Just wondering. Its weird how you guys don’t talk anymore, you were like the childhood love birds or something.” Mayed shrugged and turned around to continue another conversation with Abdullah.

But, Mansoor couldn’t help but dwell over the point his best friend just made.

Mansoor

Seriously, what did I ever do? She blocked me out when the time came when I was supposed to be there for her. Never talking to me again, like it was my fault or something. Why was it that she did that? Come on Hadeel. Talk to me. Come out and talk to me! Tell me how much you miss me and how much you miss spending time with me. Tell me what I did wrong for you to shut me out like this. I want to know. No, I need to know. I want to make it up for you. I want to be there for you. Was it just me, or did you shut everyone out as well?

“Hey!!” yelled Khaled, snapping his fingers in Mansoor’s face.

“Huh? What?” he replied, startled.

“Could you please forget about her? It’s hard enough that for the first few months after it happened you never came out with us. And now, two years later you’re still never really with us, always thinking about her.”

For a second he didn’t speak. He didn’t really know what to say; his friend was right. Ever since she stopped talking to him, he stopped feeling anything towards anyone but her. He stopped caring about his friends’ feelings. He also stopped going out with them as often as he used to… He used to always think that going out and talking to girls wouldn’t matter as long as she was by his side and that he knew she wouldn’t leave him no matter what he does. But now, when she’s really gone. He felt like he couldn’t just go out and have fun, merely because if he enjoyed his day he wanted to be able to tell her about it and she’d listen. They never really were together as a couple, but everyone thought they were; they hung out 24/7 and if they weren’t together they’d be on the phone talking to each other. Their parents didn’t really mind because they knew that the nature of their relationship was just a friendship and that they’ve been best friends since they were in diapers. Of course, their parents would sometimes tell them to try staying away from each other a bit because it did not look good to the people who didn’t know them. And god knows everyone told them the same thing, but it was simply impossible.

Mansoor stayed quiet for the rest of the conversation, and he only gave his opinion when needed.

Khalid felt like he was a bit harsh on him so when everyone left, he stayed behind to apologize.

“I’m sorry man. I didn’t mean to upset you. But seriously, you need a hit on the head to start coming back to reality, she’s not coming back and you need to get your head around that.” He said.

“Yeah well… You know, maybe you’re right. I do need to forget her.” Mansoor didn’t really believe what he just said, but he wanted to say anything for Khalid to stop talking about it.

“Well then, see you tonight yeah?”

“Sure”

Khalid left. And just when he did, she came out. With her hair tied up in a ponytail, a little make up and that very simple abaya, He thought she looked magnificent. He stared at her for a minute and as she walked by she caught him staring. She stood for a minute as if arguing with herself if she should say hello. But then… she just gave him a faint smile, and walked away.

And with that smile, hope was born.

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Something Out Of Nowhere -3-

Ever since they were kids, he’s always chosen her to be his partner in games, or to do homework with when they came back from school. He always felt that it was her and no one else that can understand him. He knew that she didn’t know how he felt, nor she will ever know if he didn’t tell her. He always was the party guy, the guy who’s always out enjoying his night; he wasn’t much of a saint. He went to parties talked to girls, BUT they were never more than friends. He could never exceed that limit when it came to girls, and he always felt that as long as his parents met his “Girl” friends that it was fine. Well, then I guess now a days, that is a saint. But that does not change that fact that he was crazy for her. Hadeel. He woke up, thinking of her, and slept, thinking of her. Ever since they were kids until now. To him there was always that deep connection he never understood. That connection that won’t fade no matter how far she was and no matter how hard times have been for him, he can never forget her, not a single second. He knew he wanted her, but he didn’t care if he never saw her, nor did he care how she was dressed. He wanted her to love him back, to understand how he feels towards her. He has been living in this bubble since childhood, not really knowing if he’ll ever get out …

Dear diary,

I know this may sound a bit girlish, but I miss her. It’s not easy for me to open up and speak about my emotions; that’s why I write here. I write to let everything out. Not really about how my life is going or how I spent my day. I write about her. How beautiful she is, or how I remember when her eyes sparkle when she saw the ice cream truck when we were kids, or even how she cried because I took the last cookie. Although it killed me to see her cry, but there was something about her eyes when it was filled with tears, that took her beauty to a whole ‘nother level. I also remember how every time she saw me she ran to me, only to tell me about her day. I remember this one time, she was sitting on the side walk when we were thirteen and once I got home I saw her running towards me with tears in her eyes, and she hugged me. Wanting to get away from whatever that has upset her. I hugged her real tight and I gave her a promise. I said, “I promise, one day will come when you will never cry again; not because there won’t be anything that bothers you, but because I will be there for you”. From that moment on, I knew. I knew that I had to do everything to make her happy. But… ever since her mother’s accident I’ve never really spoken to her. I want to, but I never feel like she does. Does she love me back? I want to know. How does she remember me? Am I that knight in shining armor she used to imagine when we were children, or am I that monster that does nothing but scare her. I probably always write this; only because I believe that it will happen. It must happen. One day that girl will be mine, to love and to cherish. To protect from all evil and to keep a smile on that lovely face…

Nothing, and I mean nothing in this world is as gentle and as beautiful as she is. Her eyes, those big black eyes, were as beautiful as a dark night full of stars, Her skin, as soft as a baby’s cheek, and Her voice, a fine musical symphony. Love by all means was meant for her, and I by all means am in love with her.

His name was Mansoor, and Hadeel, has taken over his mind.

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