the orijinnul baby

Everyone who knows me well, actually knows that Nadi isn’t my first baby. Nor is he my only baby.

 

(khala 1984 and nadi 2008)

A six year difference is a lot when it means that you never saw your baby sister anything older than what she was from the time you are actually old enough to remember things properly- which would make me 10 and her 4- forever. M and I managed our peace as friends and enemies alternately fairly early, but with kay, the relationship was always more about protection. About wanting her to believe- truly believe- both in herself and more importantly in the fact that everything happens as part of a plan- the good, the bad, the ugly and the fantastic. Of course part of the whole belief deal is that you also have to always believe in their dreams. Always. So of course I knew in my heart of hearts, she was going to ace her O and A levels (she didn’t really ace them), have a kickass thesis (she did) , that she was going to get a distinction in it (she missed it by 2 marks) and that she was destined for her kind of wonderful things (she just got the Fulbright Scholarship and will be going for her masters, all expense paid, inshallah next August), The point is that in the balance of life, it isn’t always about what you want, it is usually about what you get. And if you believe the way you should, and learn to actually wait for what is beyond the bends, what you get is usually FAR more than anything you ever really wanted. I was trying to eat a chocolate pretzel at the Festival City in Dubai when she called me to tell me she got it and other than shrieks of excitement, sudden tears and a wobbly elder sister superior i-told-you-so, I did not have the words.

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8 thoughts on “the orijinnul baby”

  1. haha!

    yup that sounds familiar.
    shrieks, and the “i told you so”!!!

    even with a one year gap, i feel that way about her too.
    even she’s always the rational one out of us, and the less bimbonic one, i always feel like she’s my wittle ‘chipmunk’.lol.
    i think its the face. the ‘baby’ will never go out of that face.
    maybe a nose job should fix it.

    *she’ll kill me for this*

  2. haha!

    yup that sounds familiar.
    shrieks, and the “i told you so”!!!

    even with a one year gap, i feel that way about her too.
    even though she’s always the rational one out of us, and the less bimbonic one, i always feel like she’s my wittle ‘chipmunk’.lol.
    i think its the face. the ‘baby’ will never go out of that face.
    maybe a nose job should fix it.

    *she’ll kill me for this*

  3. i am ORIJINUL 🙂
    btw i think i started crying first 😛
    mainly coz after so many long misses and short misses in life i didnt think i would actually NOT miss.
    as i always have said and more so since i got the scholarship- you sisters and adoptive sisters are biased with your faith in us lil ones.
    but since i feel that way about naadi now, i can’t even oppose or argue with it.
    i’m just grateful i have you guys at all! 😀
    muah

  4. Aww Kay looks so vulnerable in the pic..as she is really overwhelmed by all that is happening. Nadi is like “Im the Man”….hope his confidence holds him in good stead and may he emulate his brilliant khala in life and more.

  5. awww.

    i think you really needed this vacation. you’ve come back so…well..articulate (but u seem to be articulate in every post)……..contemplative? i dont know what it is…but it’s definitely good! i love these last two posts.

  6. sweet!
    i feel the same way about my bro, he’s about 5 and a half years younger than i am and like you, i’ve always had immense faith in him. i’m the one that talked my parents into letting him do what he wanted / needed to do. told them that he would catch up soon enough – and when he started doing well in uni (finally!) and then got a great job – i was the one, most suprised and grateful!
    great post, jammie. you just made me all emo.

  7. hi jammie.
    i’ve always been a silent reader but something you wrote in this post about believing and having faith struck a chord. inspirational stuff 🙂

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