When we were kids my Mom used to let me and my brother who was only 3.5 at the time go outside and play on the street. I used to be maybe in 2nd grade so I guess that would make me 7 years old.
We lived in a Cull De Sac so there were no traffic flow by no means. It was a very safe area to play.
My brother who was always stubborn and would never listen to ANYONE was running around and playing, it was time to go home. I got a bit worried because there were some cars and I told him to hold my hand, he was refusing to do that, so I threatened him that if he does not hold my hand that I will never take him outside to play and it worked! He held my hand and I was walking triumphantly that he listened to me. Then like the sneaky little stubborn bugger he was he let go of my hand, dashes out on the street laughing and kaboom, he got struck by a car.
I WAS MORTIFIED.
The car screeched to a halt , there were 2 men in the car who left the car panicking like there was no tomorrow. They ran to my brother who was on the ground right by the car and they carried him and took him in the car and left.
I was stunned, first my brother gets hit by a car and then those 2 stranger men take him away, I was shouting at the men: “Where are you taking my brother, leave my brother alone” but no use, at that point all I could do is just watch the car leave terrified and bawling my eyes out.
I went running home. I was at that point incapable of saying anything and I was saying: “Brother, car , hit , men, gone, waaaaaaaaaaaaa3”
Like maybe 15 or 20 minutes later the 2 men brough my brother back, they apparently were soooo scared that they took him to the hospital to check and see that everything was alright.
ARE THESE MEN STUPID??? Like you took my brother away you bastards. At least take me too, or let me go get my mommy. BASTARDS.
But they are good people.
So the little stubborn bugger had not a scratch on him and he was perfect thank God.
I looked at my brother and he was chewing something, I was like:
Me: What’s that in your mouth?
Brother 7aki: 3am bakol 3ilkeh ( I am chewing gum)
Me: Where did you get that from? Is that the 3ilkeh (gum) I gave you like 3 hours ago?
Borhter 7aki: yeth (he used to lisp, LOL)
Me: and I am here bawling my eyes out and I thought you were dead and through all this commotion you are still chewing the gum you were chewing when you were hit by the car? HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. You didn’t even swallow it out of terror when you were hit by the car?
Bother 7aki: La2, ma heih thakieh (zakieh ( no because it was tasty)
Oh man, my brother was such a nahfeh
And the whole lisping thing, my brother used to say, 3athr 2rooth (3ahsr 2roosh, ten piasters) We used to make sooooooo much fun of him.
My mom spent years trying to get him to stop lisping but he wouldn’t stop, he actually liked it and liked the attention.
So it was time for him to go to school, his first day of school, so my brother was very excited:
Brohter 7aki: Mama, biddi mathroofy, 2a3teeny 3athr 2rooth (mama, biddi masroofy, a3teeny 3ashr 2roosh, I want my allowance, give me 10 piasters)
Mom: Walak it’s 3ashr 2roosh, ma biddak ti7keeha sa7? (Aren’t you gonna stop lisping?)
Brother 7aki: Thu? (Shu) , I thaid 3athr 2rooth. (what? I said it right)
Mom: sigh, I don’t know what to do with this kid.
So my brother comes home from school on his first day and he runs to Mom
Bother 7aki: Mama, mama, biddi maSSary
Mom: What did you say?
Brother 7aki: 2a3teeny maSSary, biddi 3aSHr 2rooSH.
Mom: Walak batalet to2rot? HAHAHAHAHA (you stopped lisping?????)
Brother 7aki: Mahoo the kids at school made fun of me.
Can you believe that? My brother is a nahfeh 3anjad.
I have sooooooooooooo many stories about my brother, some day I might share the story of my brother and the dufda3 (frog)