(Written as part of The Daily Post: Daily Prompt – Familial Feasts: Yesterday was Father’s Day in many countries. If you could dedicate a holiday to a more distant relative, who would it be — and why?)
Happy Sister’s Day!
It would probably be incorrect for me to say that my sister is a ‘more distant relative’ to me than my father, considering how much they both mean to me, but the significance of my older sister’s presence in my life has always made me wish that I could find more profound ways to thank her than I already do.
A quick Google search has revealed that there is, in fact, a Sister’s Day (and a Sibling’s Day), however, considering that this is not a publicly celebrated holiday in the UK, I will stick with my decision!
Once again, trying to keep a long story short (I still seem to fail at this!), my mother has been ill for most of her life, and although her care and love are irreplaceable, my older sister often took on the role as ‘mummy’ to me ever since I can remember.
There are three of us; eldest is my sister, Mariam, two years later came my brother, Shahbaz, and then another two years later they were blessed with me (or so I hope they think!).
Ever since I could crawl, I would be following my Bajee (Urdu for ‘big sister’) around like a shadow, and I would attempt to emulate her every move.
As young children, she was quite the dancing queen and would show off her wonderful skills to anyone and everyone who cared to watch. She would float from one side of the room to the other like the perfect butterfly – all the while, I’d be wiggling along after her with my milk bottle in one hand and my teddy in the other! Rugrats set loose!
Thinking back on it now, I think we put on quite the show!
She witnessed most of my toughest moments with me when no one else did, and always held my hand through them even when she could not get rid of the problem itself.
At night, she’d tuck me in, and even though I had a tendency to throw the blanket off myself as I slept, unconsciously in her sleep she’d put it back over me.
We grew up with no close female relatives, and so she became my teacher in many subjects, including holding strong to faith and family, and was a pivotal turning point in my way of thinking.
She would protect me when bad things would be happening around us, covering my ears and eyes so that I could still live my childhood… but sacrificing her own, and becoming an adult herself before most kids should have to.
She is not only my sister, but she was my first friend, my best friend, my mother, my protector, my hero, my teacher, my confidante, my shoulder to cry on, and much more.
Seeing her move away for work about six years ago left me heartbroken, but I was also deeply happy for her as I knew she was starting a new chapter of her life.
She is now married, expecting her first child (I can’t wait!) and, although there is a few hundred miles between us now, she is still one of my most admired of role models.
I can’t thank God enough for blessing me with a sister like you, Bajee. Had He wanted, I could have just been given any kind of sister, but I was blessed with a guardian angel in human form – You!
I know this one rushed post could never summarize how important you are in my life, Bajee, but always remember that I love you, more than I can explain.
You’re my hero =)
“I carry your heart with me
I carry it in my heart
I am never without it
anywhere I go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing,
I fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet
I want no world
for beautiful you are my world, my true
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root
and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope
or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart
I carry it in my heart”
Poem by E. E. Cummings, I Carry Your Heart with Me, Complete Poems 1904-62.