My Unfortunate Life (COMPLETED)

Chapter 2: Shaheen And Luliwa

Thariaa :

Before everything, I almost forgot to introduce myself ..

My name is Thariaa Abdel-Azeez (عبدالعزيز), I am 22 years old, I live with my mother, and my two older twin sisters .. My father lost his beautiful eyes, because he tried to rescued someone who was sinking down the sea, he was opening his eyes when he drove down, lots of sea salt came inside his eyes .. few months he couldn't see clear, until his eyes got blind.

My father was a business man, he owns the fish-shops around the country, and he was a sailor. after he got blind, he let my uncle manages his businesses. Obviously, because he doesn't have a son to take care of and my uncle is the only brother he has, and he is the close one that my father can trust.

Who is his brother ? Well .. That is uncle Saqr (صقر). Uncle Saqr was a huge business man in the country, and everybody knows him. He used to travel lot of places, he is educated and very cultured and intelligent, he worked very hard to reach for this level. Also he have relations with the VIP people, especially with the royal family. Because when he was young he used to work for them, it is like he grow up working for them and he was very loyal that is why he have this strong relationship with the royal family. Uncle Saqr is so nice! He is not stingy, he didn't only kept the money for himself, he helped many people, he built houses for people who doesn't have a house, he helped poor men to have their own small shops so they can work and earn money to live. Uncle Saqr had two wives . His first wife Aunte Hamda (حمدة), she was a traditional doctor. She was helping the 'ill people using traditional medicine. She was sterility, she couldn't get pregnant. After she came back with my uncle from a journey outside the country, unfortunately, she died from unknown illness...

His second wife was Aunt Eadhaba (عذبة) .. Remember when I said my father got blind because he was trying to rescued someone? That was my uncle's second wife, bad luck that also she didn't make it because she swallowed lots of the ocean's water while she was sinking inside. But from his second wife he had 3 boys. Marwan (مروان), Dhiab (ذياب), and guess who is the last one? Shaheen ..!.. Yes yes .. Shaheen is my cousin....

Now .. Let me tell you the story behind Shaheen and Luliwa ..

Shaheen :

Luliwa .. *sighs* ...

When I was 10 years old, my mother introduced me to our neighbor Azza (عزه) and her husband Mrjan (مرجان), then I saw this beautiful girl .. their only daughter Luliwa .. at that time, Luliwa was 8 years old.

My mother used to visit our neighbor aunt Azza almost everyday. They were a simple small family living in a small simple house. My mother used to take me to aunt Azza's house, and I spend my time playing with Luliwa ... I used to watch her beautiful face almost everyday ... She was like my best friend .. The only person who I spend my time with.

We both grow up, we couldn't see each other like we used to .. I was busy with my father, but everyday at 12 AM we used to meet each other, I used to go to the back of their house with a small bell that I used to shack while I am climbing the wooden stairs from outside, she hears the bell and immediately run outside and climes the wooden stairs from the backside meeting me.

We used to spent hours chatting .. laughing .. holding hands.. stare at each other .. her eyes? .. Goodness her big green eyes that you can see haven in them with that cute mole under her left eye .. When the wind makes her beautiful hair dance around the air .. Her beautiful long black hair that looks like the color of the sky in the dark night .. her face was so white, it was the same as the glowing of the moon .. Her face .. I should see her face everyday .. and if I didn't, I just hate my whole day .. her cheeks were pink and every time she smiles or blush .. you can see how red they turns like .. like a cherry.. she has the cutest laugh you could ever heard .. I just love her glorious smile .. her smooth pink lips that you wish everyday .. every hour .. every minute .. every second .. every .. every millisecond .. you wishes that you take a taste from that lips .. and her hand .. her hand was soft as silk .. her voice .. her voice is my favorite symphony that my ears could've heard ... Her face is a blessed for my day .. for me .. nothing in this world can replaces her .. nothing .. No one ..