Journal Entry 13 – Roses are Red

Dear Readers,
Journal Entry 13 of Roses are Red is now up.
Enjoy, and you’re feedback would be highly appreciated.
Love, Flana
xoxo

Salwa Al Qadi’s Sneak Preview

Dear readers,
Join me tomorrow tonight – Saturday 15th August at the Ramadhanian easy-wear collection & prayer sets in Beit Lothan @ the Safsafa Room from 10am–2pm & from 5pm-10pm. The exhibition will be on until Tuesday 18th August.

Love, Flana xoxo
Ps: be on the look out ‘cos I’m going to be there ;)

Flana on Twitter

Hi everyone, another announcement, I’m on Twitter now you can follow me here – @flana_

… and we’re back

After reading a certain comment on my blog I’ve decided to continue writing. I’m posting all the previous 6 parts and will write up a part 7 tonight.

I apologise for not posting but I’ve just had a series of unfortunate events that occurred in the past few months. Anyhow, without further ado, knock your selves out with the 6 parts until later tonight.

http://flanaroses.wordpress.com

You’ve all been missed xoxo

PS: this time I shall have comment moderation on, so if you’re thinking of posting a rude hateful remark don’t because I will not approve it.

Get In Terms With It!

free⋅dom [free-duhm] – noun: The power or right to act, speak or think as one wants WITHOUT hindrance or restraint

Do not oppress bloggers for they seek freedom, 

Do not harass bloggers for they seek support,

Do not verbally abuse bloggers for they expect respect.

We don’t mind criticism. We enjoy your feedback and comments almost all the time. But resorting to personal attacks and threats is not acceptable. Thinking that you have a say over what topics we can and cannot post is delusional thinking, you do not have a say when it comes to that. Blogging is fun, let’s keep it that way.

.الحرية مكفولة ولنا الحق بالتعبير عن رأينا بدون أي تدخل ينقص من حرياتنا

المدونين يسعون للحرية فلا تمنعهم،

المدونين يريدون الدعم فلا تضايقهم،

المدونين يتوقعون الإحترام فلا تتعدى عليهم.

نحن نستمتع بقراءة كل ردودكم و تعليقاتكم، تقريباً، ولا نمانع انتقاداتكم. لكن اللجوء إلى التهجم والتهديدات الشخصية.. فهذا أمر لا نقبله. ونود أن نلفت إنتباه من إعتقد أن بإمكانه التحكم بمانكتب ومالا نكتب بأنه شخص غير واقعي. التدوين شيء جديد على البعض لكنه جميل. نرجو أن يبقى كذلك

Dear Readers

Please send a blank e-mail to my e-mail for further details about my next story

flana.alflan@hotmail.com 

Thanks

Love Flana

xoxo

Et ils vécurent heureux jusqu’ à la fin du temps… (Part 20 FINALE)

I walk down the busy streets of Paris lugging my heavy portfolio and trying to balance my 4 inch heels between the cracks in the pavement, out of nowhere a scooter zooms past me knocking my portfolio out of my hand, sending all my drawings in different directions.

“Je suis desole” he shouts in the distance

I ignore him and run around collecting my papers that have now flown across the street.

I call out for help to a guy standing across the street looking at me.

“Monsieur, aidez moi s’il vous plait!!”

I rushed right in just like a fool, so struck down by you… I didn’t know what to do so I started on breaking my own heart… (Part 19)

“Walla ana akthar Flana… Walla ana akthar”

I remained quiet

“Flana don’t let go”

“I really need to leave”

“Flana please let me hold you”

The city lights lay out before us, and ur arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder… (Part 18)

He quickly let go of my hand, I’ve never felt so abandoned… I put my head down and looked at my two hands in my lap, I could feel my cheeks turning the colour of my nails, a light shade of crimson.

“Dalal – nice to meet you” she said as she stuck her hand out to say hello to me.

Your heart is my piñata… (Part 17)

“Answer, answer put it on speaker” I urged

“Aloo?”
“Alooooo, hala Khulood, shlonich?”
“Bkhayr el 7emdela, entai shlonich?”
“Walla bkhayr, it was so nice seeing you today… Tyanineen, chinich 3aroosa in your white dress”
Khulood giggled
“Thanks I guess, if that’s a compliment”
“3ala 6ary mi3arees, sima3t ina rifeejtich Flana btakhith Flan Al Flani, 9ij wela isha3a?”

My heart sank to my gut when I heard his name from her lips

Once upon a time .. came back again (Part 16)

I remained as cold as a block of ice until it was time to get out of the car

“Put your hand on my shoulder”
“I think I’ll be fine, thanks”
“Flana, please, please lat3andeen”
“Ma ga3d a3anid, I just want you to step away please”
“I’m not gonna move, I’m gonna help you”
“I don’t need your help Flan! Just move away”

You’re not the man who said he’d never leave, couldn’t breathe and could not sleep without me (Part 15)

The knocks on my bathroom door were endless until eventually they stopped and the chirping sounds of the crickets took over. I was starting to get cold so I went back out to my room and found Juju waiting on the bed…
“You’re still here?” I croaked
“You didn’t think I’d let you sleep alone did you?”
“You realise I have work tomorrow right?”
“Yes, and you realise you are going to go and look so fabulous he’s gonna beg for you?”
“Yes…”

Part 15 – This or that

So… I’ve been away for about 3 weeks but I assure I’m not empty handed. Below are two different directions of part 15 I will leave them up for about 1 week, maybe more. Let me know which one you prefer and on that I will continue part 15. The one with the most votes wins.

Somethings you keep to yourself… But every now and then somethings simply speak for themselves. (Part14)

I look at him in awe still surprised at what he just said

“Bes Flan…”

“Maku bes… I want you… I want you Flana, I cant live like this, I need you in my life, I need to wake up in the morning and not have you be the first thing on my mind, I want you to be the first thing I see when I open my eyes. I’ve never fallen for a woman faster then I’ve fallen for you and deeper then I’ve fallen for you”
“Bes Flan, don’t you think things are too… too fast?”

Our love is the greatest story never told (Part 13)

I sit in bed, and stare at the wall, night turns into day and day turns into night and I don’t even know it. My shutters are closed and so is my heart. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me, Flan and I really had something good going on. Why did this have to happen to me? Why me? I thought as I repeatedly drew hearts with my finger on my bed sheet.. Why me? I felt like I was going crazy, my mind was working over-time trying to figure out what went wrong. My phone vibrates underneath me and my heart skips a beat…

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul (Part 12)

We finally got to a park in Kaifan we parked the car and he took me inside to the swings, sat me down and looked at me with the warmest eyes and said…

“The first time I came here the woman I love the most brought me, and this time you’re the woman who brought me here. Flana this is my favourite place in Kuwait, this is the place I come to when I need to be at peace”

Even if it hurts, even if it’s the most painful thing you have to do (Part 11)

After all the chaos dealing with getting back to Kuwait here I am sitting in my track pants, my 3abaya hanging on the outside of my closet door. The smell of bukhoor wafting through the air, my dry eyes now yearning for a single tear drop.

Dear Readers,

I will be away from my blog for a while because I shall be leaving to La Ville-lumière (The City of Light) or more famously The City of Love, to enjoy the beautiful weather, beautiful people, fresh tarte fraise with whipped cream to go along with a warm cup of cafe au lait and my cigarillo. Maybe stroll down The Avenue des Champs Élysées to Laduree to get my fix of framboise (rasberry) flavoured macaroons. That melt in your mouth when you take a bite into them, crispy on the outside, soft and heavenly on the inside.

After I’ve devoured all the french delicacies that I’ve missed I will pop my head phones in and indulge in some old school Fayrouz and walk down Bousquet Avenue, take my Loubs off and sit on the grass beside The Eiffel Tower and maybe write part 11.

 

Till next time
Love Flana
xoxo

 

Picture: I got the gorgeous photograph above from Nicolas Valentin’s collection on Flickr

Dear Readers,

Kindly remember that my writing is fictional, all disclosed details are from my ingenious imagination.

I mentioned this before in a previous post of mine and in my about page.

To my faithful and priceless readers, I thank you for supporting and defending me in previous posts. I hope to continue to meet your expectations in the upcoming chapters of unravelling Flana’s life.

Till next time
Love Flana
xoxo

Now I know I have a heart, because it’s breaking… (Part 10)

I looked at Flan and he looked at me, his eyes lit up and he locked his arms around me and literally swept me off my feet. I was a little taken back at his reaction but nevertheless enjoyed the moment while it lasted. He put me down and looked me in the eye and whispered.

“Don’t run away this time”

Family? (Part 9)

As I stood against the cold wall that froze my scolding body. The corridor was freezing but I was hot, hot with anticipation. Not knowing what’s gonna happen next. Things were moving way too fast for me. I contemplated just leaving, right now, walking out of this hospital. But I swallowed my heart that out of fear had risen up to my throat. His head peeped out from behind the door
“Flana… Come inside, meet my mother”

Uncomfortable Silence Can Be So Loud… (Part 8)

As I sat there in silence looking at Flan, taking what he just told me in… I had no words to speak, I knew nothing would make my Flan feel better.

Leaving on a Jet Plane (Part 7)

I walked into work late, Sunday morning. We were both up all night indulging in flirtatious text messages till the early hours of the morning. He wasn’t there so I worked on ‘our’ project alone.

Minute after minute… Hour after hour… Being at the office had no meaning if he wasn’t there, the clock was ticking so slowly. I got up, walked around, chatted with some co-workers, had some tea at Um-Khalids office .

‘Till death do us ‘part (Part 6)

Friday Night
Slider Station
8:30
My favorite pumps
My favorite girls

He always says the truth even when he lies (Part 5)

The next couple of days were awkward, filled with stolen moments together after meetings, longing glances through the glass dividers.

The Perfect Outfit (Part 4)

I woke up bright and early the next morning. My smile out-shined the sun! I couldn’t wait to find out the wonders the day held for me. I came out the shower and warmed my toes on the crisp white towel I’d layed out on the floor. I wrapped my hair in the little towel and proceeded to the bedroom where I perched my self on my little plush leather and wooden stool.

An Old Friend (Part 3)

I abruptly turned around and saw a tall attractive man wearing a dishdasha and silver rimmed aviator sunglasses. He took them off and looked me dead in the eye.

She doesn’t deserve him, or the bag! Flan (Part2)

I’m not going to begin to bore you with my daily stalking from the comfort of my car, it’s pretty much the same everyday, except some days the security line is a little longer and I miss the best 20 seconds of my day, where I’m alone with him in a 4×4 concealed space. I take the elevator up all on my own today watching the tall towers in front of me zoom past, I keep going up until everyone is the size of an ant, I step out in to the workspace, down the corridor and into my cubicle.

Flan… (Part1)

When I thought of what I would write for my first post, my brain started spitting out ideas like a tennis ball machine raging against the player, I shortly found myself in front of my laptop so lost for words that it hurt to think.