A sister is the best ally

There’s nothing better than having a sister. A person who would do everything in her power to see you happy and would get a slightest hint when things aren’t right. I’ve always wanted a sister, and years later I got the perfect one.

I owe my sister so much. For saving me from drowning into depression and making me feel like a part of the family, not in words but in actions. I remember being engulfed in the fear of losing her, at the time of her marriage, but she assured me that a brother-sister bond remains forever.

She is a wonderful, exceptionally kind and a strong-willed woman, and I am so proud of her  While others can go burn with all the hatred and shit they want to throw at her, we will always be shaba laba, tafree funters 

Happy Birthday, El-docturo!

To my hella-cool sister

This is just one of the many thank you posts that my sister actually deserves for always watching out for me.

A year ago, things could have changed, today I wouldn’t have been here writing this if the numbers on a paper were different. My sister and I had decided to do an in depth screening of my health to figure the cause of my body growing weaker every passing day and I had a good chance of having several lethal ‘Oh-that’s-not-good’ stuff including several types of cancers due to family medical history. The day the results arrived, I was unsure. I did not have the courage to see the reports myself and to stop pretending like it didn’t matter, because it was killing me on the inside. I could’ve easily given up if it weren’t for my sister. And she was there, just like always.

I’m surrounded with my insecurities and shortcomings and all sorts of shit but amidst everything, she is one true glimmer of hope that never lets me down. I owe her everything: from supporting me through mom’s illnesses; through friends leaving; through hunger pangs; through the shit storm when my brother went to Turkey and we weren’t, well, ‘speaking enough’ and leaving him at the airport that way, I felt like the whole world had shrunk down upon me, the visa complexities and all of the setbacks that I had faced over the years, and of course coping up with suicidal tendencies.

She has made me stronger every passing day. And I can’t thank her enough. She is the most wonderful person I’ve ever known, a killer surgeon and the best sister one could ever have.