So I'm not normal after all....
Him: Inti meen alik aslan in inti normal?(Who told you that you're normal?)
Me: Everyone says that. Even you said it.
Him: No wait a minute. Matifhameenish ghalat(Don't misunderstand me). I said it was normal for you to be retaining fluid. That was a medical opinion. I never said you were a normal person. Di 7aga wi di 7aga(They're 2 different things). You've never been normal a day in your life. Or at least I've never seen it.
Me: Shukran. Allah yikhaleek.(Thank you)
Him: Ay khidma.(Anytime)
Me: Ma3 inak a7yanan tgool inak t7ibni.(But you say you love me sometimes)
Him: Mashi bas da mish 3ashan inti normal.(Yeah but not because you're normal)
Me: Yaslam. So what do you see in me?
Him: 7ilwa.(You're pretty)
Him: Yeah I'm shallow.
Me: El7ilween ktar.(Lots of pretty around)
Him: Ana ba'a naseebi kida. A3mil eh?(Yeah but this is my luck. What can I do?)
So that's ok then. I'm not normal. I don't need to worry about that anymore.
But I'm pretty. I think I like being pretty better.:)