In the Principal's Office
"Do you know why you're here?"
She couldn't look him in the eye. What she did was even beyond
her wildest imaginations.
"Answer me!"
She grimaced as his voice cut through the air. She gripped the chair she was sitting on.
"Don't you dare play with me young lady … "
She was holding on to the chair. A nail broke. She hated breaking a nail. She had just gotten them freshly manicured that morning.
"Look at me!"
She looked up at him. He was staring at her. He had that same look in his eyes. The look he gave her every time she was
here.
"You know what I am capable of … "
Of course she knew. She knew that her future was at risk. That one more mistake and she can kiss everything she ever worked for goodbye. She knew that one mistake could end it … and one could let it pass.
"So … "
She was watching him. He stood up right. He was a tall man. He had his hands behind his back. He had big hands. He circled her. Her eyes followed him. Finally he stopped, ran a hand through his thick black hair and then turned to her direction. He folded his arms in front of his chest. He had strong arms. His dark eyes stared down at her.
"I'm going to repeat this. I want you to give me the right answer this time"
Her nail was broken. What was she going to do about that? He put his hands on the arms of her chair forcing her to place her hands on her lap. He looked her straight in the eye.
"Do you know why you're here?"
She closed her eyes. What kind of deep shit had she gotten herself into?
A few minutes later … She exited his office. She held her books close to her chest. Her eyes were following her feet movement. Her feet were taking her to her next destination. She didn't know where that was. All she could remember was the answer to
his question and the
punishment that followed …
"I've been a very bad girl … "
His grin made her sick to the stomach …
Repetition
She rolled to the other side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. Her hair was a puddle on the pillow. Breathing in one last time, she let it out and sat up.
She scanned the room. Her desk had jackets, the chair had pants and the sofa had a pile of clothes. Her eyes reached the television set. She grinned. Her bra was hanging on it.
She swung her legs to the side. Something hit her feet. She looked down only to see a pair of shoes. She kicked away to make way then walked to the bathroom.
She closed and locked the bathroom door. She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Dull, dark eyes stared back at her. She tried to smile at her swollen black eye but that only opened more wounds. She crossed her arms across her chest rubbing herself. She looked away from her reflection.
She turned on the water in the tub. She lifted her right leg but only fell backwards on to the bathroom floor. Tears formed in her eyes but she fought them back. Her hands reached out for the tub and tried lifting her body up.
The tub was filled with water. Her mind was blank, the water was turned off. She gritted her teeth so hard they could break. Her hands formed tight fists. She sat straight in the tub staring ahead of her.
She dried her hair with a towel. Her curls fell nicely on her shoulders. She glared at her reflection. She turned around and left the bathroom.
The bed was empty. Only one last underwear garment lay there. The bra she saw on the TV was no where to be found. The pair of jeans on the chair disappeared. The red jacket on the desk was missing.
There was a note on the bed-stand and a $150. She read the note and smiled. Tears were forming in her eyes. She threw away the note and stuffed the money in her drawer.
She changed the bed sheets and threw the old ones in the laundry. She sat at the edge of the bed. Her alarm went on. It was time again …
Ten minutes later she was dressed in her school uniform. Her hair was brushed, blow-dried and in a ponytail behind her back. Her bangs fell nicely covering her black eye. She wore knee-high socks and tennis shoes. The bell rang.
Grabbing her jacket, she hurried to the door. She answered the door fully dressed. He stood on the welcome mat smiling his usual smile. Her eyes twinkled. She smiled back.
Fifteen minutes later, she rolled to the other side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. Her hair was a puddle on the pillow. She closed her eyes … it was too hard to breathe.
It was like this every single day …
Untitled Arabic Poem
و قد أكون أول من نظر إلى داخلك ...
أول من استكشف أعماقك ...
و أول من أحبك لأجلك ...
بحسناتك و سيئاتك ...
و بعيوبك ...
~*~
و قد تكون هذه البداية ...
فتعود الرياح أدراجها ...
فالرياح تجري بما لا تشتهي السفن أسفارها ...
و تجر العروس خلفها أذيالها ...
و تلقي نظرة على الباقي من أحلامها ...
و قد تكون هذه النهاية ...
~*~
و تجثو على ركبتيها تناجي ...
و الدمع على وجنتيها تنادي ...
ربي ارحم حالي ...
ارحم ضعفي ...
ارحم فقري ...
ربي أعد لي حبي ...
أعد لي قلبي ...
روحي ...
حياتي ...
ربي ذبل جمالي ...
هلك جسدي ...
اختفت شمس أفقي ...
ربي أنر لي دربي ...
أشعل لي شمعة أملي ...
فرج كربتي ...
اكشف همي و غمي ...
~*~
و تبقى على حالها في كل ليلة ...
و تخرج للناس بكامل الزينة و البهجة ...
و ما يعلمون ما بها من حرقة ...
و لا يدرون ... لعل الله يحدث أمرا ...
فتعود كما كانت ... سعيدة ... هنية ...
~*~
Stupid Girls
He knew there were consequences. No crime goes unpunished. Nothing goes unnoticed. He looked back. There she was, in her usual place, most probably daydreaming. When her eyes met his, she quickly smiled at him and waved mouthing a "Hi!" He forced a smile and waved back slightly. She sighed and crossed her arms across her chest still smiling at him. He knew exactly what she was daydreaming about a few seconds before. He knew what ideas were going through her head at that moment. Still smiling, he turned to face his friends and quickly, the smile faded.
He knew it was an unforgivable crime. He knew atonement was the only road to peace and rest. Closing his eyes, he lowered his head. His bangs covered his eyes. It seemed that no amount of gel worked to hold back his hair. He made no attempt to move the bangs away from his eyes.
He stared wide-eyed at his hands. Were those really his? He gripped his hands into fists and sighed looking up again. His friends were laughing, hitting each other exaggerating a point if not all points. He suddenly felt someone punch his right arm. He turned around to find his best friend laughing and the others pointing at him. He smiled and nodded his head.
He looked back again. She was still there, fidgeting with her handbag, checking herself in the mirror every now and then, making sure she had just enough lipstick and blusher to bring out her hidden beauty. She ran a hand through her long hair. Her fingers found no obstacle and slid smoothly down her hair. She smiled and satisfied with her appearance, put her mirror back in her bag and glanced at her watch. She looked up. Their eyes met. She smiled again. Her eyes twinkled this time.
He smiled, his eyes showing otherwise. He turned back to his friends with the same look on his eyes. His best friend hit him on the back and put his arm around his shoulder. He punched him on the chest and ruffled his hair. He slowly broke out of his friend's grip and turned to the girl again. She was sitting this time, looking at the sky. Her cheeks were puffed. Her face was red. He gritted his teeth.
They were calling for him now. He could see her staring at him. She smiled, her teeth not showing this time. He joined his friends. One of them was talking about his new girlfriend. Another was going on about his new car. His best friend was telling his story … the story of the crime.
He turned again to look at the girl. Her hair was pulled back now. There was no spark in her eyes. When their eyes met, she smiled, her eyes showing otherwise. She glanced at her watch and then again at the sky. A friend of hers passed by. They exchanged hugs and kisses. After the greeting was over, she was still standing, her eyes staring into infinity.
"She doesn't even know!" yelled out his best friend. The boys burst out laughing. He only smiled. "Where is she?" asked one of the boys. The best friend grinned, "Right over there." Following his finger, the boys all turned to the girl. He turned just in time to catch her leaving. She looked him in the eyes. Her eyes were gleaming under the light. She waved to him goodbye and left. The boys all punched and hit him congratulating him on his achievement. He smiled, his eyes sparkled. He threw his arms around his best friend's shoulders and walked away. He did it.
That would teach her a lesson she would never forget. Never screw with power. It'll screw you.
How Did It End Up Like This?
Her forehead touched the chilly surface of the mirror in front of her. A single droplet of water fell to form a tiny pond. She watched as another drop joined its sister and enlarged the tiny pond. Slowly, many more followed. She didn't budge. She breathed in. The air filled her lungs as her whole body quivered. She swallowed and closed her eyes shunning away the image of the small pond she created. A tear was forming in her eyes. Soon it will enlarge the pond even more. Without waiting any further, the tear, along with many others, escaped her eyelids and fell into the small pond.
He stared at the nothingness in front of him. His eyes were dull, his face pale. He looked at his hands. His hands turned into fists. He closed his eyes and breathed in heavily. He let out a long hot breath and opened his eyes. He covered his face with his hands and slowly ran them through his hair. Little sweat drops were still present on his forehead. He bit his lower lip. He shook his head. He stood up but quickly sat again. He turned his head towards the window and stared at the nothingness once again.
She splashed more water on her face. She looked into the mirror to see what it reflected. She did not recognize the face that was staring back at her. She felt more tears forming in her eyes. She splashed water on her face. With one last look in the mirror, she turned around and left.
He made no signs of movement when the door opened. He knew she was staring at him waiting for a sign of acknowledgment. He didn't budge. He knew she wanted him to hold her as she cried. He knew she was crying. He could smell it in the air around him. He felt that someone else joined him on the bed.
She sat at the other end giving him her back. She reached out for her shirt and jeans. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she put them on. He didn't move, didn't even bother to lift his eyes to meet hers. Not that she expected anything from him.
She was going to leave any minute. He knew that. His eyes were starting to water, the vision was blurring. The extra pressure on the bed was released. He heard the clanking of keys and she was within his line of vision again. She bent down for her heels and lifted her head. Their eyes met and locked. She turned her head away first and left.
Closing the door behind her, she threw her heels on the floor and put them on. She held up her hair with a clip, she brushed of her clothes and walked away.
He lay on the bed staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.
She never looked back.
He didn't look out the window.
And so ... it begins ...
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