A title-less story

A piece of fiction, longer than usual, written in web words of Arabic and English. I apologies for people who can't read it this way.. but I really wanted to try writing it the way I thought about it without having to translate it first.. However, I'm still willing to compromise if I get some feedback from you , my readers.

I couldn't come up with a title yet... so I'm open for suggestions..
Before I leave you with the first scene.. I give the due appreciation to ji.. thanks for the inspiration! And as usual, I would really appreciate your feedback, comments on blog, emails or even personal calls ;)

Scene 0
"Hey ya bugs, eih el akhbar?"
"Abe, ahlaan ahlaan. Ana wala haga ya sidi, wenta?"
"Let's do something"
"Man, I'm too lazy, kont tool el nahar f mashaweer el sha22a ma3 Nouni. Just dropped her off and begad 3ayez 2a2ntakh"
"Bugs, estargel ba2a.."
"Tab 2a2olak 7aga... matigi. El family lessa fel sa7el. Ne3mel delivery wala 7aga."
"Mashi.. hab2a 3andak in like 10 mins."


Scene 1
In an Nile viewing apartment in Maadi, Bugs opens the door in his boxer shorts and a T-shirt. "eih ya 3am el Abe, 3amel dawsha leih?" as they walk to the balcony.
"Bugs...I think I'm in love." , Ibrahim grabs a chair ,sits down facing Bugs.
Bugs gives an expressionless look. "Kheir ya Ibrahim. What's up?"
"I thought you'll laugh"
"Ibrahim, the last time you told me you were in love was what; 7 years ago?! Since.."
"Aiwa, since Maha. 8 years exactly. "
"Tab eih ya sheikh Ibrahim, hold on ba2a.. el mawdoo3 da me7tag mountain dew. What do you want to drink?"
"Mountain dew mashi" Bugs comes back with 2 the mountain dew cans, hands one to Ibrahim and takes a big sip out of the other.
"E7ki ya Abe! Ta3rafha meneen?"
"Well, ma3rafhash ,faker lama a couple of years ago I was researching stuff about development work f masr."
Bugs nods and sips on his mountain dew
"i couldn't find any material then on a google search miraculously a thesis for a masters degree came up, which was so perfect that it almost solved all my problems. I thought if the author is so great then akeed fe further research papers or something on the subject , but nothing. Maybe further information about the university or sponsoring organization, nothing bardo was helpful. I thought maybe info about the author even to hire her as a contractor for the project bas bardo nothing."
"It's like you have Cinderella's shoe but can't find Cinderella"
"Exactly!"
"w ba3deen"
"the only thing i found was her personal blog"
"blog?!!"
"yeah, it's like an online diary that yo.."
"I know what a blog is , I just find it weird"
"I know.. then i thought , maybe she's one of those people who like to yetnatatto 3ala el khal2 boasting their knowledge on a blog and pretend she has an audience. but turns on it's not keda khales. Shes' something special begad. She knows how to express her feelings, in details that mesh bas you relate to, that makes you understand your own feelings. W she's so mothaqafa keda w f nafs el wa2t funny. I thought she'll be a geek but she really seems like a good person.. aiwa ana 3aref.. hat2oli ma enta nafsak geek ya Ibrahim .. i guess we have so much in common... i've been reading her blog daily for almost two years ya Bugs.. begad I really think I love the girl"
"You know en if it was anyone else telling me the story ana kont tab3an kabart dema3'i men sa3et ma sme3et google, but you ya Abe.. i have no doubt enak serious, sa7!"
"lel asaf yes"
"do you know what she looks like?"
Ibrahim shakes his head
"tab ma she can be khazoo2 kebeer ya man."
"i know.. bas she can be a sarookh bardo. Bos, I am under the impression en heya above average men seyaq el kalam"
"momken tekoon she makes all those stories up"
"she cant be that consistent for 3 years"
"i thought you said 2"
"mahi she has been writing before i read b sana"
"ummm.. momken teb2a socio-economic tani khales, you know ana bat3azeb ezzay ma3 Nouni just because of the slight difference"
"fakart bardo fel mawdoo3 da.. kalamha shaklaha bent nas, bas ma3rafsh.. if i get the chance to see her bas ha3raf."
"aslan ya man feeh eih.. this is crazy... she's probably a looser ,3ala ra2i Nouni ,who has nothing better to do in life than write her thoughts and feelings everyday."
"Belal, look at me.. I'm a 34 year old Looser , 3ala ra2i Nouni bardo, who has nothing better to do than read a strangers blog. Who do you expect me to fall in love with, miss Egypt?! Come'on!" "I'm trying to give you the I'm-sorry-but-I-won't-apologize-so-you-dont-ge-more-offended-than-you-already-are look , is it working?"
Smiles and says "Yes"
"W ba3deen dont call me Belal, bete2leb gad awi!"
"Mashi"
"El mohem"
"eih?"
"go on"
"bas ma3rafsh.. how keda.. el bent 3agbani.. mesh 3aref a3raf 3anha 7aga. w hatganen"
"when did you realize el mawdoo3 da?"
"She hasnt been writng for a week now. And I've been going crazy. Checking kol 3 mins ta2reeban to find out fee eih. she never misses a day, 7ata w heya mesafara aw keda bet2ool ablaha."
"Is that what you have been doing checking your mobile every second men awel ma 2a3adna?" "yes"
"da enta we2e3t ya batal!" he laughs and pats Ibrahim on the shoulder, " w hane3mel eih fel leila di?"
"I have no clue. what do you think?"
"I think enta terawa7 tenam.. w bokra we'll meet ana wenta w Nouni w ne7kelha. she probably hate3raf el bent aw ta3raf tewsal l info 3anha.."
"mashi..tesba7 3ala kheir" as he heads to the door
"Abe, insha2allah it will be fine, enta tayeb w rabena hayekremek insha2allah", he has holding the door and talking to Ibrahim who steps on the first flight of stairs
"Bugs.. am scared.. I have those old scares w ba3deen akeed ana sadeet.. it's been 6 years.. 6 years. Ya3ni ..."
"Abe, relax, we'll continue bokra insha2allah w rabena ye2adem eli feeh el kheir"