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.