Memento

Memento

He looked at the two young men and shook his head. He guided his sight back to the blue file on his desk and continued to write. The two boys in his office were both dragged into the police station by 5 men. And still, his colleagues could not seperate the two far enough from each other for them not to have contacted through some kicks, punches or pulls.
As he continued to write, he tried to think of who kicked the shit out of the other. So he glanced back at them to conclude that they both did quite a good job at beating the other up. He raised his wrist to check the spelling of the last word he wrote, and then rushed his hand to the bottom of the paper. "Ta3al ya Khalid", he addrressed one of the young men, "waggi3, o iyany iyaak ashoufek itwa6we6 ehni mara thanya".
Khalid obliged. He walked to the desk with a slight limp, his right thigh soaked his jeans with blood. He scribbled and turned to make his way out of the office, Bashar stared at him.
"Dourik ya istath Bashar, sharrif."
Bashar obliged.

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"Inta ily shtaby raz wayhek? Mn dag 3ala omik yaay etdakhel 3essik b shay maykhessik," yelled Bashar.
Bashar was leaning inside a parked Land Cruiser from the driver's side. In the driver's seat was a young girl, explicitly irritated.
She looked in the side mirror and saw her cousin, Khalid, grabbing Bashar from the shoulder, "agolek ahaly, i7mar ent ma teftehim?", Khalid replied just as loud, pushing Bashar to one of the walls of the underground Fanar parking lot.
"Kafwik hal ashkaal ahalik," a furious Bashar snapped back, swinging his hand to meet Khalid's face. A not so pleasant meeting, that's for sure. Balancing himself on the door of his cousin's car, Khalid swung back directly punching Bashar in the mouth. The girl in the car witnessed a spurt of blood flying on her windshield, targetting her to jump in her seat.
Taken to the floor, but still kicking, Khalid ripped the bloody faced guy's T-shirt and continued to strike what would definitely be KO's in one of his Kuwait Boxing Team matches in a championship abroad.
The girl inside opened the door, pushing her cousin's already-bent back by mistake. Bashar pulled Khalid's neck and brought him to the floor. Rising and kicking at the same time, he immediately saw himself against the wall again by 2 guys. Another 3 guys urged the girl to close the door and leave. They then lifted Khalid off the floor. Pulling them apart, and dragging them to the two seperate elevators.
The echo of swearing and who would fuck whose mother first had everyone's attention in the underground parking lot.

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The indian guy with the flashlight walked down the aisle of the cinema. He was trying to remember if this was the 30th time he watched this movie, or if it was the 31st. He thought for a second and concluded that this was probably the 31st time he saw the movie, and the 30th time he saw a couple not paying attention to the screen.

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Bashar had his hand on Dana's hair, Dana's hands were somewhere not so near Bashar's hair. Bashar was 'looking' at the big screen, but he wasn't really 'looking'. Some indian guy was talking to some other indian guy about his daughter, or some other three hour nonesense. He just thought about having Dana's hair up in a fist.

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Dana walked into the dark theatre, looking at the lights on the steps, guided by the indian-with-the-flashlight who had her ticket and was leading her to her seat. She had just shut her phone after talking to her mother in the car about her being outside her friend's house to study for tomorrow's quiz. Her mother wished her luck.
The indian flashed his light to the seat and made way for Dana to pass him. Greeted, she was, by one good looking Bashar.

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He tried to swift through the translation on the big screen. Up until this point, fifteen minutes into the movie, he only understood that the good looking woman in the movie called the not so good looking man "papa ji".
He was distracted when he saw a flashlight blinking in his eyes. He smiled, and with his hand he reached for a place not so near his hair.

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Bashar guided his wide black Gallardo along the entrance of il Fanar's underground parking, giving a slight beep of the horn to the bored Egyptian male in the cubicle who considered Bashar as his 'favorite regular'. He made his way through the tight corners and proceeded to go one level further down the basement, as agreed with one called Dana. He parked his car and waited.
He checked if he had any service in the basement, and called to see where the bitch was. She told him she'd be twenty more minutes. He told her to come ask for her ticket, left in her name at the entrance of the cinema. With that, he made his way out of the car and walked towards the elevators.