《Keeping It Halal》The Rich Prince Of Balaire

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When we got to Khalto Lushi, Marwan and Khalo Rami's house, Khalo Rami greeted us at the door. "Marhab! Welcome come on in!" He told us, happily. Marhab is another way to say hello in Arabic. Alright, keep up there are so many ways to say hello in Arabic! We stepped into the house to see an angry Khalto Lushi. In my defense, my clothes were actually pretty good! I was wore a long sleevless red dress with a tight long sleeved red shirt under it. I also had my Hijab in the bun style. I mean, it was the best I could do. I turned my attention from Khalto Lushi to Marwan. He was dressed in a tuxedo with a red bow. He looked pretty good, but not my type. I prefere not too simple, but not too glam. "Hey Princisa." He smirked at me. Princisa was the nickname he gave me. "Hey JERK." I said back. I always hated it when he called me Princisa so I called him Jerk. He rolled his eyes. "So...How are you all?" Khalto Lushi said to us. We all nodded. "Doing fine Lushi." Mama said, straightening her pink dress, which she had no time to iron. I could tell she wanted to have a good impression on them. "How is May by the way? I hope she's ok!" Khalo Rami asked. "She's fine Alhamdullallah. She just-" "Ok enough boring talk let's have some cake!" Khalto Lushi interrupted Mohamed.

As I headed to the table, Kareem stopped me. "I know you didn't kiss him. Don't worry. Dalia explained to me that she was with Kareema and Kareema hacked Kareem's Snapchat account and texted me telling me "Omg your sister Mariam kissed me today! U should talk some sense into her n she should know that she shouldn't even touch guys unless her husband when she's married or anyone she can't marry! It was SO embarrassing!" I am so sorry I even THOUGHT you said that. If I were you, I would unfriend Kareema." He whispered to me. I nodded to him. It was the right thing to do. We all gathered around a big table filled with gifts and cakes of all sorts. Vanilla, Strawberry, Chocolate, Coffee, Icecream and so many more types of cakes. I placed my gift on the table. It was a painting of him. I painted it myself. I shouldn't have though. He doesn't deserve it. And that's why I placed my other gift. I also made sure to wrap both gifts in a gift wrapping that says, JERK FACE!!!!!! After I placed my gifts for Marwan, I excused myself to the washroom. Before I turned the knob, I heard a voice and I jumped. "What're you doing here?" It was Marwan. "Going to the washroom. You got a problem with that?" I answered, trying to sound tougher than him. His muscles were bulging under his outfit. To be honest, he kind of looked intimidating. "No, I just wanted to let you know that you're going the wrong way. It's the second door to the right. I know, I have a big house." He shrugged. "Oh shush up! Don't you have a party to attend to jerk?" I told him. He rolled his eyes. "By the way, I know this is off topic but, your dress looks pretty cute on you. Oh Mariam, always looking and acting like a little child." He pouted. I punched his shoulder, lightly. He ran off to the table. He was probably excited about all his gift. What a spoiled little brat! God he drove me crazy! I walked into the washroom, locking the door behind me. I slipped my phone out and dialed Dalia's number. "Hey Dalia. Do you know what's up with Kareema?" I asked her. "Yes m'am. She keeps trying to seperate you from Kareem because she's jealous of you." She told me. We talked for a few more minutes and she explained everything. I told her I had to go to Marwan's party and she gagged and said, "Have fun hanging with your jerk!" I agreed with her. He was a jerk. A royal pain! "He isn't my jerk. I...just call him that." I told her. I talked to Dalia about Marwan so she knew my opinions and thoughts on him.

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"Happy birtday dear Marwan! Happy birthday to you!" We finished singing the song Happy Birthday. But for me, instead of saying "Happy birthday dear Marwan", I said, "Happy birthday big jerk." He smirked at me at that moment. I returned the smirk. wierdo I thought.

When we got home, we all fell asleep in our beds, tired from the party. I got a text from an unknown number and decided to check out the message they sent me.

: Hey Princisa

It was Marwan and I knew it. I quickly added his number.

Mawan: Hey Princisa

How did YOU get my number???!!! I BLOCKED U! o_o

Marwan: I have my ways....(Maybe I tweaked my number a bit ;)

I hate u Jerk

Marwan: I hate u even more Princisa! Look i gtg k? ttyl :)

TTYL!!!!

I silently chuckled. After his annoying text, I couldn't get back to bed. I decided to head downstairs and get a glass of water to quench my thirst. When I walked into the kitchen, there I saw Mama, silently sobbing. I went to comfort her right away. She hugged me. "It's Lushi. She is always hurting me. We were in highschool together and she bullied me so much. I loved Rami and he loved me too. But she took him away from me. But now I love your dad. And it doesn't matter anymore." Mama sobbed into my shoulder. Wow so that was it....the thing troubling her. I thought. After talking to her about some ways to get over her depression, we both headed back upstairs and hopped into our beds. Wow. What a day.

-So guys I luv z frienimiship (I made that word up lolll) between Marwan and Mariam! It's so cute! Anyway, shout out to for voting on a lot of pages of my story! TYSM SIS!!!!!!!

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