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Wednesday, August 31, 2005 Brotherly love

On my way to work this morning, I saw a family outside the family court. The father was holding on to the hand of a small girl while walking up the stairs. She was having some difficulties and the father patiently waited for her to climb the steps slowly. Her brother, sister and her mom were ahead of them. The brother went towards his sister to help but she wanted to walk on her own. He was beside her making sure she was ok. It makes me think how lucky she is to have her brother.
I don't have a brother and when I was young I used to think that it would have been nice to have an elder brother around the house. When I was in high school, I used to say to my friends that I was lucky not to have any brothers because most of my friends complained that their brothers were too strict with them. I had two good friends whom I called 'brothers' in my high school. They were always there for me and made me feel special. I used to hear stories from my friends that their brothers get special attention at home. They don't have to do any housework and they can stay out late nights. At times I did wonder if it is better to be born as a guy than a girl.
Mustaqiim was my first nephew in the house and all my sisters, my mom and dad used to pamper him lots and lots since he is the first boy in the family. We all loved him and we would get all upset if he hurts himself little when he was young. Then comes Mubarak, Mohsin and Firdaus.
I am glad God gave me three beautiful sisters instead. I am HAPPY. Shukur Alhamdulilah.

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