Crazy Dhaqan Celis story

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My trip to Galkacyo, Puntland State, Somalia 2014

I was raised with really strict parents. So strict that I began to rebel against them quite quickly. At that time we were living in Minneapolis. I was 15 years old sneaking out of my home and going to clubs with a fake ID. That year,6 of my friends also were sent to Somalia by their parents. At the time I was convinced our parents plotted against us.

4 of them went to Hargeisa. 2 of them went to Mogadishu. And that left little old me, all alone, headed to Galkacyo. My first month was terrifying. Mosquito bites, food I would never want to eat, scary animals, aggressive people, and rude comments from people who considered me to be a reject.

You see, in Galkacyo, if you are diaspora who return and its not for work purposes, as far as they're concerned you're either a crackhead or a murderer. Later on, I would find out they weren't so wrong. But in the beginning I stayed in my bubble. I sat at my uncle's home, living off a diet of 7up & snickers bars.

After a month, I stopped tweezing my eyebrows, started eating canjeero, started exploring the neighborhood & socializing. But i was still bored. My friends in Mogadishu were smoking shisha and having fun, my friends in Hargeisa were at parties every night and living like Westerners. Meanwhile i was stuck, sitting in the neighborhood.

One day, i walked to the grocery store to grab some essentials. And by essentials, I mean junk food. While in the line i see a beautiful young man Infront of me. He's buying all the same snacks as me. He then speaks in a English accent. Not only is he handsome and tall, hes from the UK. I stood behind him, trying to think of a way to spark conversation. I quickly pull out my ugly phone and pretend to be on it.

"Yo. I will call you when I get to my uncle's house. Im busy". That got his attention. (I know. sneaky) He smiled at me and introduced himself as Abdi. Abdi asked where I was from. "Twin Cities." ."Huh?", he responded. I clarified that it was Minnesota. "Ahh" , he replied. "Youre very beautiful Masha Allah". I was blushing. At the compliment. We exchanged info and he promised to call me. That very night he did.

I couldn't hear him because of his noisy background. Loud rap music blared. I asked him where he was. "Just about". "Where at?", I pressed. "Would you like to come and find out?". I asked him to pick me up. I quickly changed into an outfit and put on my abaaya over it, then my jilbaab, finally completing my look with indho shareer. I didn't want to wake my cousin and tell her I was leaving. So I called Abdi and described the very complicated path to my family compound. Once his Land Cruiser lights flashed in front of the home, I quicky climbed the gate and slid into his vehicle. That night i would learn about the wild side of Somalia.
 
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Part 2

When Abdi came to get me. he had a Benson & Hedges cigarette dangling out the side of his mouth and reeked of alcohol. He began recklessly speeding down the streets and drove into the parking of a home. Once he got out the vehicle, I shyly followed behind him as it was clesr the home was a packed house. There was a group of 20+ people, men and women, all either drinking, smoking shisha, or cigarettes and weed. Not all of them were dhaqan celis, although some were. Abdi sank down of the fadhi carbeed and patted the seat beside him. He then began to prepare a shisha for me, as i slipped out of my abaaya but opted to keep on my niqab for the sake of privacy.

I browsed around the place and saw a man in the corner just socializing. He wasn't drinking, smoking or chewing. He was very attractive. I tried to smile at him, but he quickly turned from me. I turned my attention back to Abdi, who now had his hand on his crotch, looking at me like a piece of meat. "Haye", he asked. All of a sudden he was so unattractive to me.

Now that I saw homie in the corner, I had my eyes on him. Abdi grew annoyed with my lack of attention to him. "Why did you come if you wasn't gonna speak with me?". I rolled my eyes inwardly. How could he have been so hot a few hours ago and now make me want to run home? But I continued being friendly as I didn't want to ruffle his feathers.

A girl who was staring at me the whole night came over to me and said hello. "My name is Halima. Are you from Canada. you look familiar? " She asked. "Nah. Im American." Thus began our friendship. I tried to casually ask her about the mysterious man in the corner. "Oh him. That's Yusuf. Don't even bother walaal. Every girl in this room wants him. And he doesn't pay any attention". Her words didn't sway me. Infact they made me more curious. I decided I would find out his information.

All of a sudden, I heard a loud slap and scream. Somehow, a drunken Abdi had gotten up ( I didn't even notice his absence), and had smacked a female he was arguing with. Halima went to the girls defence. I then glanced and saw Halima's phone laying beside me. Unlocked. I quicky searched it while keeping my eye on her and searched for the name Yusuf.

There were 3 Yusufs.Yusuf 1, Yusuf 2 & Yusuf Qalbi. I saved all three to my contacts and got up. I had officially lost all interest in the party and wanted to go home. I asked Abdi (yes the drunken one) to take me home. He was very annoyed but still agreed. I had a new interest in Galkacyo. His name was Yusuf.
 
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That whole week, I went to the same house in the hopes of seeing Yusuf. He never showed up again. It drove me insane. I even began befriending Halima for more information on him. I invited Halima to my uncle's home, as he had left for 2 weeks to Dubai. I asked her to sleep over because my female cousins were all cool and there were no males. She came to my house with luggage and a briefcase.

The briefcase contained a shisha pipe. She pulled out a chair and sat in our front yard lighting a cigarette. My poor cousin Faduma was traumatized. She asked to speak to me privately. I entered the room with her. "Maryan", she scolded me in Somali, "This woman looks older than you and she seems like trouble" . I brushed it off.

I joined Halima back in the front yard. Not even hiding my thirst , I spoke. "what's up with Yusuf?Haven't seen him around." I saw a look of irritation, but she quickly shook it off. "You sure do ask a lot about him", she snidely commented. It was then that I decided that she probably had feelings for him herself. I changed the subject to make the conversation less awkward & continued socializing with her. She set the shisha up for me and we smoked and laughed about life back home.

While she spoke, my hands fiddled with my phone. I went to my contact list and slid my finger down to Y. I looked at the 3 Yusuf's and my instinct about her reaction to my questions convinced me that the correct Yusuf had to be Yusuf Qalbi. So I decided to text it......

I know you're thinking "She can't be serious.". I was very serious. You see, in Somalia, a style of getting to know members of the opposite sex was to dial or text random numbers in the hopes that it would be your soulmate. It was a process termed "Baqti aa Nasib" Either the person turned out to be baqti or it was your lucky day. I fully intended to pretend that was the case with Yusuf.

"ASC" I texted the number. "....And then he shot up her family's house", Halima finished her story. Instead of admitting that I was not listening I pretended to follow. "That's crazy", I remarked. Then my phone beeped again. I looked down and Yusuf Qalbi had responded. "Wa calaykum Salam. Who is this?" . I pondered my response. Then wrote. "someone who has a crush on you". 1 hour passed. Then 2. Then 3. No response from him.

By now both Halima and I were laying our beds in my cousin's room. She asked me, "Maryan are you good?". All of a sudden i didn't feel like speaking. I just slept. Once I woke up, I had a missed call. Yusuf Qalbi. I looked over to Halima who looked angry. "Yusuf called you twice. Where did you get his number and why is it saved as Yusuf Qalbi?" . Instead of answering her question, I panicked at her statement. "What do you mean he called twice? I only see one call". She shrugged. "Well i answered it the second time.

Im gonna ask you again. Where did you get his number?" Her tone terrified me. "Some girl from the neighborhood gave it to me", I squeaked. "Which one?" . She didn't miss a beat. "I promised secrecy". She got up and paced. "it's kind of funny how his name is saved as Yusuf Qalbi in your phone when I call him that". I quickly tried to flip the script on her. "Well then it's just a coincidence. I don't think our Yusuf's are the same." She snapped, "Oh they're definitely the same. Somali b*tches are so sneaky. I spoke to him he doesn't even know you you stalker". At this point im humiliated. How am I gonna save face with Yusuf? I quickly try to fix the situation with Halima. "I didnt know you had a thing.

If i had, i wouldn't have taken his number from your phone". She seemed satisfied with the response. "Well now you know, stay away from him". I agreed. For the rest of the week, things between Halima and I went smoothly. When she finally left i sighed and flopped onto my bed. At this point, I might as well go back to Abdi. Halima seems crazy and i do not want to make an enemy out of her. I call Abdi. He answers, "Hey Stranger". I smile and make up some lie about him slapping the female at the party making me real uncomfortable.

He apologizes for his drunken behavior and asks if we can hang out. I tell him my cousins are sleeping and that he can come over however he must stay silent. We hung out and smoked Halima's shisha pipe together. At one point we even kissed. After the conversation died down and we just sat in silence, I toyed with my phone again.

I clicked on Yusuf Qalbi's name and sent a message. "Hey. I dont know what Halima said to you but she's crazy and stole my phone". He responded quickly "Huh?" Can i call you?" I responded "Call me in exactly 5 minutes." I looked up at Abdi who was now kissing neck. I yawned loudly and looked at .y wristwatch. "I'm tired and would like to sleep" . He seemed disappointed but had no choice but to agree.

As soon as his car lights were out of sight and the area went dark again, my phone rang. Yusuf Qalbi flashed on the screen. I cleared my throat in hopes of not sounding rough and then answered. "Hello", I spoke seductively.
 
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My Dhaqan Celis Experience Part 5

"shes a prostitute" "I saw her walking with 20 boys" "She sneaks out in the middle of the night" "Her family sent her back from America because she was a selling herself" Those were just some of the comments the women were hurling at me Infront of my uncles home. They demanded the officers arrest me for assaulting their precious child Halima. I screamed back at them. Faduma and Nasteha pushed me behind them and attempted to plead with the ladies. I was fuming mad because they were insulting me in the process.

They called me a dumb diaspora and asked the ladies to forgive my stupidity. It took one hour of kissing these women's butts for them to finally back off. They started to leave, but not before demanding to speak with my uncle upon his return.

As they all began to leave my neighborhood, an officer lightly hit me in the head with his stick gun. It was more of a warning than an attack. I stomped back into the house like a brat. I was livid. Faduma returned and passed me the phone.


My uncle was screaming through it.
"Do you think this is America where women can roam freely?"
I responded "No abti"
"In Galkacyo, you are either a woman with akhlaaq or a hooker. There is no in between. When i come back I am sending you to Garowe. You have embarrassed yourself here. Everybody knows who you are. You will stay with your aunt Hani."
Just a month ago, I had hated everything about the city, but now that I was to leave, I was angry.

"Abti. i am not going to Garowe. I am staying here."
"Yes you are. In addition to that, she teaches a dugsi and you will participate. I have not seen you pray one say since you landed." Before I could respond he hung up.

I went to my room and grabbed my laptop. The screen was shattered after my cousin had come up from badiye. She was so amazed by the device she kept tapping the screen like a cave woman, the small computer dropped right Infront of her. I tried to read through the cracks as I scrolled through my Facebook. The slow wifi in our house was driving me insane. Just then a message popped up from Asma.

Asma was one of my friends who had made the trip to Somalia as well, except she was in Hargeisa.
"Hey Maryan. How is Puntland?"
"It sucks.". I responded. I didn't really mean it. But as of lately, it did.
"Well you should come to Somaliland girl. Intee ka shidantahay"
All of a sudden, it wasn't such a bad idea.
"How will i get there?", i asked.
"There are flights and cars that come to Hargeisa all the time."
"I certainly can't afford a flight. Give me your number. And don't be surprised if I just show up. I hope you have somewhere for me to stay."


She sent me her number and I logged out. I tiptoed to the bedroom I shared with Faduma, while she slept the traditional nap after dhuhr and before asr. I started tossing my belongings into one of the three suitcases i brought to Galkacyo. I then reached deep down to find my envelope of money.

My parents sent me 250 dollars a month to survive. I didn't use much of it as I barely bought anything. My envelope consisted of about 425 dollars. I put that in my purse, grabbed my cellphone with its charger and tucked my passport safely in my purse. Upon my arrival to Somalia, my uncle had tried to confiscate my passport, but i was having none of it. I was grateful for that now.

I walked to the main road and waited for a bus to pull up. Once i climbed onto the bus, I squished myself between the 7 women inside. Behind us, in the trunk,old men sat as well. The young men were relegated to standing on the step outside rhe car and holding on for dear life. Once we got to the city's core, I tapped the wall of the car.

Somalia's idea of a way to notify the driver you wanted off. The bus came to a halt and i slid out grabbing my heavy suitcase. I began walking around in circles looking for the infamous bus terminals people used to travel within Somalia. My skirt grew brown at the bottom from all the dust I was dragging with me.

My suitcase, with only two wheels instead of four grew to be a burden on me. I walked by the same street vendor ten times. He was standing behind a glass full of Dermovate bleaching cream,waiting for a customer. "Do you need help?" , He asked. I told him I was looking for the cars that drove up north towards Hargeisa. He laughed.

"You won't find any car going to Hargeisa right now. But you will find one going to Garowe or Bosaso. And once you do, they have rides headed to Hargeisa from there" He pointed to a bunch of cars and trucks congregated together like taxi drivers in Minneapolis.

I thanked him and attempted to walk off. He asked me to purchase a cream but I respectfully declined. I speed walked to the men and began to ask on for the price to go to Bosaso. While i spoke to the old man,.a young man watched me intensely. "100 dollars", responded the old man.

I began to open up my purse and dig for my envelope when the young man came and stopped me. "Hes lying to you. It is 20 dollars and I will take you". Although i was weary of the young man, i accepted his deal. The old man stormed off angrily. The young man took my luggage and put it in his trunk. "I'd rather sit with that". He laughed "And where would the other people sit?". Other people? I was confused.

He spoke as if he knew my thoughts "Do you think im driving all the way to Bosaso with one fare?" I guess it made sense. It also made me feel more comfortable as I knew this guy was kind of creepy. I walked over to the car. A man sat in the passenger seat. I slid into the back. Shortly after, a woman joined me. Then another man.

Both the woman and man were slightly chunky and I began to get uncomfortable. The driver got in and I told him I would take another car. I got out and demanded my money back. He told me to relax and he would make it comfortable for me. He demanded the woman and man get out the back to rearrange themselves. They got out. I pulled out my envelope and have him another twenty. "Give him back his money and let him go to another car" I said to him while pointing to the old man.

I wanted extra space and my only solution was to pay for an extra seat. He tossed the old man back his money, and the man walked off, climbing into another vehicle. I was relieved and slid back into my seat. Pretty soon the journey began. It got dark really fast and I was not able to appreaciate the beauty of the journey. In addition to it being dark and scary, the woman beside me was having a battle with me over car space. We both attempted to lay down.

I finally shouted at her. "I paid for 2 seats to be able to sleep" pushing her in the process and laying down. The man in the passenger seat looked disgusted with me. "She could be your mother" "Well she is not" "Diaspora are so stupid". I was sick of hearing that. I slept in the seat.

I woke up to something touching my leg. I jumped as the driver sat in the back of the car with me. When i jumped he told me not to be scared. I looked around the car was empty. "Where is everyone?" I yelled. He told me they had all gone to get use the rest room. We were in some random tuulo and had taken a break. I attempted to get out the car but he was sitting on the end of my skirt.

I was stuck there. "I want to stretch my legs. Move" He got up and I opened the door, pacing madly. I needed to pee. I looked around. There were no buildings. I looked at him. "I need to pee". He handed me a water bottle and pointed to big bush. Are you f*cking kidding me? I walked over to it and the woman from the backseat was already there,crouching.

She looked over to me. "Find your own bush. I paid for it. Its mine" I rolled my eyes and stalked off finding another bush. I pulled my skirt up and pulled my underwear down. She looked over at me. "Nacas. That's not how you do it.

Everyone can see your ass" I ignored her. Im not taking advice from a woman doing number two in a bush. I quickly peed, washed myself down and grabbed leaves from the bush to dry myself. This trip was already becoming a nightmare.
 
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My Dhaqan Celis Experience Part 6

We were in Bosaso. Finally. I grabbed my stuff and as i attempted to leave, the driver asked me stay. "Maryan. I am in love with you. When i see you my heart stops beating" I rolled my eyes. Every other word coming out of his mouth was kalsooni.

Kalsooni this kalsooni that. It was very common for these men to see a female fron diaspora and profess their love. They didn't realize how creepy they sounded. All they could imagine was a green card. "I need to get to Hargeisa" i said. "So why did you come to Bosaso?" "Because there were no cars going straight to Hargeisa".

He looked at me like I was an idiot and explained that the trip to Hargeisa fron Garowe was much shorter. I had basically taken the scenic route. "I can take you to Hargeisa" he said. This man had a whole business to run, between Galkacyo and Bosaso and was going to scrap that to drive me to Hargeisa. I spoke up," Why would you drive me to Hargeisa and drive back". He looked at me ,"Because I love you".


His words actually repulsed me, but I tolerated them because it wasn't a bad deal. I agreed to let him take me to Hargeisa. I decided ro pay for the trip and his gas because i felt guilty. Every now and then he would hold my hand in the car. I noticed that the checkpoints in Somaliland were 10x more aggressive and annoying.

The officers constantly harassed my driver, whose name, i still didn't know. He would calm them down when he told them he was just dropping me off. They kept wanting to know why the hell he was coming there. They also searched through our trunk, treating me like Al Shabaab. They pressed us to give our IDs and held on to my passport for a long time before giving it back.

I pulled out my phone and realized that i hadn't used it once the whole trip. I felt like a camper on their first camp trip, giving up their worldly possessions to be without technology. Before i could put my phone back in my purse, the driver grabbed it. He started hitting buttons and dialed. The call didn't work. Either I was out of money or my phone didn't work in Somaliland.

I sat back in my seat as the driver announced we were in Hargeisa. He stopped and I tried ro get out and grab my things. "Honestly Maryan. I love you." Not this again. I got out the car,opened the trunk, grabbed my things and ran off. He tried to call after me, but i didn't want to deal with it. Once i successfully evaded him, I dug in my purse to try and call Asma, when i realized he still had my phone. I walked back towards where he was parked with my tail between my legs, but he was gone.

I was so frustrated. I looked around for some sort of assistance , but the people around me all had an attitude. How could i be so dumb? It was probably why he was calling out to me. I roamed around as it started to get dark. This is not good. In a foreign city, by myself, at night. All of a sudden, I walked by a building. It was equivalent to seeing McDonald's golden arches as a child.

It was an internet café. I strolled in and hopped on a computer. The computer was password protected. A man came behind me and logged me in. I quickly opened my Facebook and messaged Asma. "You wouldn't believe where I am right now!" She didn't respond. I sat there playing the waiting game.

Hours passed and my computer fee was piling up. I wasn't sure how much it costed and didn't want to risk it. I grabbed a pencil and paper beside me and jotted down Asma's number. A man beside me was yelling into his phone. "i hate this place Hooyo. I want to go home." He had a extremely soft voice and an English accent.

I could relate to his eagerness to leave. I waited for him to finish his call and asked to use his phone. He looked happy to have made human interaction. "Sure girl" he said giddily. He handed me his phone. I dialed Asma. She picked up on the first ring. "Hello. Who is this?" "Asma , it is Maryan im in Hargeisa. At __ internet café. Come pick me up. im tired" "Oh my god.

We are coming right now. Stay there" I hung up and passed the man his phone. I got up to pay the clerk at the cafe and then returned to my seat. "So Maryan, right?, The man whose phone I had just used spoke. I nodded. He spoke again. "Well my name is Ali. But all my friends back home call me Alex". I nodded again. "You don't speak much do you?" ,He asked. I spoke, "Im sorry if im being a , it has been a long few days". He smiled all too knowing, "Trust me girl, I know what you mean" All of a sudden Asma came in, jumping onto me. "omg Maryan. Im so happy you're here".

She smelled of alcohol and hookah. A scent I had come to despise. She looked over at Ali or Alex. "Hey Ali". He smiled, fakely. We stood at the cafe catching up when she told me she could drop my bag at her grandma's house and we could go party. I declined. I felt very dirty and tired. "Can we start partying tomorrow?" She agreed. I said bye to Ali and thanked him for his help before following Asma out.

She put my suitcase in the trunk of the newer model car before hopping into the passenger seat. I slid into the back. The driver was a handsome man with a nice beard. "Maryan this is my boyfriend Guled. Guled this is Maryan." We exchanged pleasantries and he dropped us at Asma's place. I got out the car and grabbed my things.

We walked into Asma's grandma's house. She was sitting drinking tea and eating xalwo. The house was huge and had an amazing garden. The grandma looked at me and i walked over to introduce myself. Asma spoke before i could. "Hey ayeeyo, this is my friend from back home. She is visiting from Galkacyo." The woman's face soured. "Galkacyo?" She repeated. I nodded. She asked for my name. "Maryan".

She stared at me like a mob boss. "well Maryan, who birthed you?" She asked me in Somali. I nervously told her my parents names. She scoffed. "No i mean who are you?. It took me a second to register she was asking for my clan. "I am Lelkase". The answer seemed to satisfy her. Then she asked" what is your mom?" I told her Majerteen. She was back to scowling. Asma just ushered me away.

She took me to a large bedroom with a huge TV in the front and a mini fridge. "This is your room". I was bewildered. This was supposed to be a guest room? Just my luck.

Asma got up to leave after hours of socializing and filling me in on her time here. "We need to get some rest. Tomorrow, Guled is taking us to Sheekh" any other day i would have been excited but I was over road trips. "I think you guys should go.

I'll just call Ali to hang out if i get bored. I don't want to third wheel." She looked appalled. "I hope you don't have a crush on Ali" I certainly didnt but i felt bad that she found him so unattractive. He was a nice guy. "No I don't". "Good. Cause he likes men anyways" , she responded. She then shut off my lights and closed the door.
 
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That whole week, I went to the same house in the hopes of seeing Yusuf. He never showed up again. It drove me insane. I even began befriending Halima for more information on him. I invited Halima to my uncle's home, as he had left for 2 weeks to Dubai. I asked her to sleep over because my female cousins were all cool and there were no males. She came to my house with luggage and a briefcase.

The briefcase contained a shisha pipe. She pulled out a chair and sat in our front yard lighting a cigarette. My poor cousin Faduma was traumatized. She asked to speak to me privately. I entered the room with her. "Maryan", she scolded me in Somali, "This woman looks older than you and she seems like trouble" . I brushed it off.

I joined Halima back in the front yard. Not even hiding my thirst , I spoke. "what's up with Yusuf?Haven't seen him around." I saw a look of irritation, but she quickly shook it off. "You sure do ask a lot about him", she snidely commented. It was then that I decided that she probably had feelings for him herself. I changed the subject to make the conversation less awkward & continued socializing with her. She set the shisha up for me and we smoked and laughed about life back home.

While she spoke, my hands fiddled with my phone. I went to my contact list and slid my finger down to Y. I looked at the 3 Yusuf's and my instinct about her reaction to my questions convinced me that the correct Yusuf had to be Yusuf Qalbi. So I decided to text it......

I know you're thinking "She can't be serious.". I was very serious. You see, in Somalia, a style of getting to know members of the opposite sex was to dial or text random numbers in the hopes that it would be your soulmate. It was a process termed "Baqti aa Nasib" Either the person turned out to be baqti or it was your lucky day. I fully intended to pretend that was the case with Yusuf.

"ASC" I texted the number. "....And then he shot up her family's house", Halima finished her story. Instead of admitting that I was not listening I pretended to follow. "That's crazy", I remarked. Then my phone beeped again. I looked down and Yusuf Qalbi had responded. "Wa calaykum Salam. Who is this?" . I pondered my response. Then wrote. "someone who has a crush on you". 1 hour passed. Then 2. Then 3. No response from him.

By now both Halima and I were laying our beds in my cousin's room. She asked me, "Maryan are you good?". All of a sudden i didn't feel like speaking. I just slept. Once I woke up, I had a missed call. Yusuf Qalbi. I looked over to Halima who looked angry. "Yusuf called you twice. Where did you get his number and why is it saved as Yusuf Qalbi?" . Instead of answering her question, I panicked at her statement. "What do you mean he called twice? I only see one call". She shrugged. "Well i answered it the second time.

Im gonna ask you again. Where did you get his number?" Her tone terrified me. "Some girl from the neighborhood gave it to me", I squeaked. "Which one?" . She didn't miss a beat. "I promised secrecy". She got up and paced. "it's kind of funny how his name is saved as Yusuf Qalbi in your phone when I call him that". I quickly tried to flip the script on her. "Well then it's just a coincidence. I don't think our Yusuf's are the same." She snapped, "Oh they're definitely the same. Somali b*tches are so sneaky. I spoke to him he doesn't even know you you stalker". At this point im humiliated. How am I gonna save face with Yusuf? I quickly try to fix the situation with Halima. "I didnt know you had a thing.

If i had, i wouldn't have taken his number from your phone". She seemed satisfied with the response. "Well now you know, stay away from him". I agreed. For the rest of the week, things between Halima and I went smoothly. When she finally left i sighed and flopped onto my bed. At this point, I might as well go back to Abdi. Halima seems crazy and i do not want to make an enemy out of her. I call Abdi. He answers, "Hey Stranger". I smile and make up some lie about him slapping the female at the party making me real uncomfortable.

He apologizes for his drunken behavior and asks if we can hang out. I tell him my cousins are sleeping and that he can come over however he must stay silent. We hung out and smoked Halima's shisha pipe together. At one point we even kissed. After the conversation died down and we just sat in silence, I toyed with my phone again.

I clicked on Yusuf Qalbi's name and sent a message. "Hey. I dont know what Halima said to you but she's crazy and stole my phone". He responded quickly "Huh?" Can i call you?" I responded "Call me in exactly 5 minutes." I looked up at Abdi who was now kissing neck. I yawned loudly and looked at .y wristwatch. "I'm tired and would like to sleep" . He seemed disappointed but had no choice but to agree.

As soon as his car lights were out of sight and the area went dark again, my phone rang. Yusuf Qalbi flashed on the screen. I cleared my throat in hopes of not sounding rough and then answered. "Hello", I spoke seductively.
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