By: Tehniat Fatima Ahmed
Naïve at the age of five
Hiding behind their mothers
The strict elders that laughed with each other
Scared from her tilted flowery glasses
Should’ve known that she would become everything
Should’ve known that she would wreck the other
Morphing them into one
After twelve years the last thing there is to do
Is to drift away, is to leave everything.
They were beautiful
Some would even say that they are the same way
Alas, the naked eye never reveals the minute meanings
No, the love hasn’t changed
They still fight selflessly over who gets the last bite
They sleep in each other’s arms
Proving to be sisters when all falls apart
Yearning for each other’s company
But, nothing can penetrate the invisible walls
The unsaid words that filled the silence, previously
Maybe it is puberty that pulls them apart
Or the ache that growing brings has bloomed
But, all I can do
Is hope
Is to cross my fingers
That their love will trespass all
That they will stick together
That the dull ache will lessen
And even though they hurt
Sometimes together while others apart
They don’t give up
Because this is the finale
All I have is her.
A cousin morphed into the sister I never had
An anchor, a melody that is made for my ears.
Alas, all I can ever need is her.
It’s funny how she’ll know the moment she starts reading this that it had to be her. From the beginning, life had taught me not to be too dependent on any other, but this woman has powers that exceed all. See, even though I’m a pretty open person, I never felt like I need a best friend after my encounter with her, after I hid behind my mom from her. Even though, in the beginning she would play with my elder brother while I would bond with the couch. But, who knows maybe I was too young and boring for her. After all, she is elder to me in age and maturity. I vividly remember the times when we would play cricket together or you would cheat while playing football on the PlayStation. Gold times, those were the days he would cry for you not to leave. Ah, good laughs. Time speeds by doesn’t it. Now, all I want is an out, is to break the connection. Hell, all the tables flipped.
Well, we’ve come a long way now. You have become a professional writer, artist, and oh-so-much more for so many. We’ve overcome so much together, discovered all, and wrote so many words. Spent so many nights talking and laughing and crying at the same time. And we have discovered each other’s strengths and weaknesses, you know me as no one knows. So, to write all of this is to tell you that you are my home too.
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