Arabian Beauty.

I've just started catching up on my Ramadan shows, and I've been watching this series called "AlMrgab" not typically into beduin shows, but the leading lady is so so so so so beautiful! mb 6abee3y! I know typical females are going to say, makeup and filters and whatever but even so! She's amazingly good looking, and catches that age old look. The kind you'd picture in olden arab times.The eyes, the nose, the mouth, the hair. My dad is in his 60's and basically the kinda guy who'd watch the news, sports and read the paper, not at all into music videos and modern arab celebrities and he turned to me and said "Who's that?!" LOL.


This is Nadia Odeh,



(Nadia Also happens to be one of my favorite names, LOL I know people are going to think M2saa! coz I get that all the time when I mention I like the name, I don't know why people are turning away from such beautiful old names btw, Its better than Tala or whatever...Sorry, no offence to those who like those kinda names, but you'd probably disagree with me anyways. :P)

What do you guys think? Do I have taste or what! Btw I'm not a lesbian or anything, happily married and straight! I have this great appreciation for female beauty is all.

There was a boy. -Paris-Part 2

*There maybe some sexual tension below so...be nice to me. :P



He was angry, he had to hide his feelings well for now, he looked at her from the corner of his eyes and thought two words.

Damn you.

He had lost all control when he noticed that rock on her finger, it had made him see red, to find out that she had indeed belonged to another.

He soon saw that she had returned to her normal self, ordering herself a cup of tea, and when she inquired about his preference he shrugged and said simply, "I'll have the same."

The thoughts in his head was burning him, how she held her menu with her small dainty hands, how her soft dark hair fell into cascades over her shoulder, her soft lips forming a pout.

And
How such beauty left him for an old man.
It made him fume.

The thought of wrinkled old hands over her delectable body -or any hands for that matter- made his blood boil, That at least he could draw satisfaction from, she looked like an innocent, still untapped with a mans passion.
She'd probably gasp with the idea's he had in his head of her.


Ah.
But he wouldn't think it anymore, it didn't matter that when he touched her hand he was reminded of lush silken bed sheets, how her cheeks were warm and soft.

He wondered if the rest of her was as soft.

Don't think. Don't think.

Besides there were many others now, he was never vain but he knew he could have any woman if he put some effort into it, at least he'd put that effort into a girl that wouldn't leave him for an old baldy.

There he goes again...All women were always compared to her.

He racked a hand through his hair, something he did when he was nervous, and he noticed that she just smiled at the way he fidgeted in his seat.

Women.

He heard her ask about his family and he dismissed the question, he wasn't going to sit there and act all civilized when she was the one that dumped him.

No.

He wouldn't make it that easy.

"So it was the money."he mused aloud watching her fidget in her seat, holding her cup of tea and pretending to drink it to buy some time.

Ha.

Who was in control now?!

"My father wanted us to marry...I simply consented." she shrugged, as if throwing her life away was perfectly acceptable.

"Your father is an idiot."he said looking into her eyes meaningfully, "And your an even bigger one."

She looked away trying to fight for some self control, "Was." she whispered.

"Beg your pardon?"he said leaning in his cocky brow an inch higher.

She looked into his eyes tears threatening to spill once more, "He was...He passed away two weeks ago. Thats the main reason I'm here, I couldn't stay back at home because everything constantly reminded me of him, so I booked a way out." She finished gesturing to the place about her, an angry ache in her chest.

He just stared, his mouth slightly open.

Asshole.

Thats the only word that came to mind when he came about to describing himself at that moment.

"If your through throwing insults at me..."She said rising up from her chair and slapping a few euros on the table, "I know I am. " she said picking up her bag intending to head out.

"Why would someone like you settle for marrying an old man?"he said rising as well, resting his hands on the table to be more on her level, he looked to her eye to eye.

"You are his second wife. You are second in priority...there is nothing a man like that would want from a girl like you except..."he trailed on he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Sex

He watched the play of emotions on her expressive face, and his gaze softened she had lost someone so dear to her, settled for so little in life and had the misfortune of meeting him now and here of all times and places.

I loved you.

He had wanted to say it, but he didn't too much anger and pride forbade him to utter anymore words.

He watched her drop her bag to the table and raise her hand as if trying to smack something...

Hmmm.


SLAP.

With that she stalked off into the streets, as he watched her go he rubbed his aching cheek wincing at the full unexpected blow he had just received.

He deserved that.

He had no right to sit her through and call about her choices, but he had wanted to hurt her a bit...a small twisted part of him needed that.

It was right after that , that The waiter had come back to get the used cups and teapot, seemingly on to what had transpired, "Les femmes sont folles!!" he said turning his finger round and round against the side of his head.

He knew what that meant alright, Heh. Boy, you have no idea!

A hand still resting on his cheek as he looked out at the grand hotel at the corner, a mental thought in his head that he would go back and apologize to her later.

There was a girl- Paris- Part 2

She walked on swiftly past the many passers, moving on towards a safe haven, she was so shocked she couldn't even pull her mind together to stay as serene and ladylike as she usually was.

How could it be?!

It was ages ago, years have passed yet the image of him in her mind stayed imprinted for so long, and when she saw him back there he looked for all the world like an older version of his nonchalant self, yet he seemed much more still...

Broken.

Just like she was, she realized it now, they were both pieces of two twin vases that the world knocked over.

Fear, circumstances, bad choices.

And her.

She shouldn't even dwell on it anymore, so he was here....so what!

She should just ignore the little setback and go on enjoying herself, she was a self centered bitch after all, at least thats what anyone would think after what she did to him.

With a sure slow walk she continued back to her five stare hotel on the corner of the impeccable street, unbeknownst to her that he was behind her, walking towards her with a firm resolve.

"Wait!" he called out.
And she stopped, her mind reeling at the sound of his voice, her eyes closing for a moment relishing the sound of him once more.

So he was real.

She turned slowly, with a rise of her chin, looking onto his eyes searchingly, she waited for him to close the distance and when he did, her heart twisted at the feelings he awakened within her.

"Hello."He said though he seemed to hesitate on what to say, perhaps feeling awkward on what to do now, and she found herself utterly charmed by the little boy quality in him.

She gave a shaky nod, and with a gulp replied softly to his greeting, though her hands clasped and unclasped at her fine leather bag handle.

His eyes looked into her face then roved boldly down the length of her, registering her jeweled finger in the process.
"Who is he?" he asked nodding towards the big diamond, his eyes showing the hurt of her betrayal .

"No one you know." she said scoffing at the question, turning sideways intending to flee once more, he grabbed her arm turning her towards him, mindless of the gawking passers go by, "Try me." he hissed.

With that warning she whispered a name, and recognition flickered in his eyes, "The son or father?" he asked sickened.
"Father." she replied feeling her self sinking more in his eyes.

When he raised his eyes to hers again a sneer plastered itself on his handsome face, and he shoved her back a midst the shouts of "Monsieur!!" probably begrudging him manhandling her.

Freshly new with pain, a tear fell unheeded down her cheek this time she did not turn away, she stood there watching him watch her with churning emotions.

Why did I let you go.

She could feel him trying to gain control of his emotions sending his hand to run through his soft dark hair he turned once more towards her and mumbled "Sorry..."
He stepped closer still, this time his hand touched her cheek a finger brushing away her tear, his eyes masked from any emotion "Would you mind joining me for tea? Its been so long..."he said his husky voice sending shivers down her spine, with another shaky nod she complied placing her hand in his and relishing the warmth of him.

With that she walked by his side and crossed the street to the cafe beyond, all silent companionship after the storm of they're reunion.

There was a boy. -Paris-

This goes to *L, hope you like this one. ;*.



He had come here on a business trip with a colleague, had kept a grim face all together through the trip, he did not care to be reminded of luxuries and places he was not to see or have.

He had a practical mindset, he did not want to go there, did not want to play the part of the traveling waif, he would rather stay in his desert country and steer away from things he was not to know.

But...

Deep down he thought.

Why not?

And so he had come.
By god, he had wanted to see it.

And when he had arrived surrounded by picturesque streets, a cloudy sky without the glare of the sun, tree's on every bend, he became energetic.

Suddenly the nonchalant mood he was in melted away and he could only smile wistfully at the beauty that surrounded him.

Since it had been a long flight and he was not one to sit in a hotel room and anticipate tomorrow, he decided to come out and break out of his jet lag.

Walking down elegant pathways, bends, and down numerous shops he stopped to look up at one the mannequins that looked back at him through the window enticing him to come in.
he lit his cigarette, placed it firmly between his lips, and placed his hands in his pockets, thinking that the dress would probably look nice on his nagging little sister, she'd probably give him a thrashing for coming back empty handed anyways.

Figuring he should get the dreaded business of going shopping over with, he was about to just do that, when he heard a sharp intake of breath on his right.
Idly he glanced at the intruder then he turned again, not believing his eyes.

No.
It couldn't be.

Slowly gulping back his surprise he turned at her fully, his cynic mind quickly registering her changed appearance, gone was his curly haired bookworm and in her place was something other...

She never wore her hair up like that, a tight ponytail that swept her hair back exposing her angelic face, she was dressed in a matching dress and spring coat.
he thought she looked endearing, how she stood there, her hands in her pockets looking at him like he was death come to break through her perfect world, how fitting he thought, how she wore white and he had come in black just as she had left him to be.

Sorry darling.

He looked at her and finally around her taking in what she had accomplished, well, she had always known what she had wanted, he had always liked that about her.

But when he finally looked back into her eyes, he found her shaking, her own dark heavy lashed eyes staring at him searchingly, terrified.
Like a deer caught in the headlights.

He almost gave away a smile of satisfaction at having her finally thwarted, but she had looked so defeated that he slowly turned his icy stare to soften.

But it was too late she had already ran away.