Just Thoughts

We have new girls in our workplace. Pretty girls. I mean even I just stand there and stare at them. I wonder how they manage to dress up like that, pretty clothes, lovely shelas, make-up and high heels. They have the whole thing going on.

I know I will sound like a lesbian, but really when I see them my heart flutters. Young working women can look good while doing their job. I’m so proud of my gender. I guess something is totally wrong with me. You see them and then me, with my jeans/cotton jeans/skirt/shirt running around in my training shoes or flats and the black cotton shela of course. Not to forget dust smudges on my clothes from lifting and squeezing to reach our network devices. Needless to say how men act around them, they look pathetic

Atop that they are really nice and friendly. Though we are not from the same company, they pass by and say hi.

هلا حبيبتي شلونج .. انشاالله بخير .. تسلمين يا قلبي .. الله لا يحرمنا من هالابتسامة

The last comment caused me to blush & “اتوهق” I just sat there thinking please GOD let this moment pass cz I really don’t know how to respond, ultimately squirming in my seat I said ‘Thank You’. And it came from a woman, what if it came from a man I may die right there & then

Of course this all from them, me … انا يا دوب صباح الخير .. شلونج .. انشاالله تمام I really don’t know how articulate these words and not sound and look quirky, say something I don’t know the answer to and I simply say “aaahhh OK” or “مشكور”

I really wanna join the pack. Like go over there and be part of their group. Maybe some of their magic will rub off and I will actually dress-up for work and be one of them