A Sister's Love / by Aamir Bilal


This is not a long writing, but if expanded it can fill volumes of books on it. Love alone is a subject that writers, poets and philosophers from every age tried to explain and even today it remains a book to which further contribution is needed. God didn't bless me with the relation named sister. I am a brother but to another brother. However, in his all blessings that God showered on me, I am thankful for each single one of them. The mind which itself is a blessing analyzes and thinks upon what the eyes see, the ears hear. So many lessons or interpretations that the mind is seeing are brought into this existence just because of the senses. The eyes have observed things out of which one is the relation of a sister. Even without having one, I have seen the love of a sister around me and I believe that it is undoubtedly one of the strongest loves that exist.
With time things are changing. I still remember that in my childhood it was hard to send some words to someone living thousands of miles away. People waited for weeks for their mail to be delivered, read and replied. Now that has changed to such a level that the past journey of the weeks are crossed in the blink of an eye. Sadly, there is a downside to this change as well. Those relations were very strong, so strong in fact that they crossed miles for weeks and remained unchanged. Now, people and their love is so frail. Frankly, I believe that it all got mutated during this change. My concepts about the love of a sister were entirely based on the old days but new observations have led to a newer belief which is dual-tone of extremes.
In the first observation, I came across a girl who was not a real sister to another girl. They were so fast friends that they started claiming each other as their sister. One of them has a real sister in the family too. The other one had none. But this gap was filled when she found a friend who proved more of a sister. But none expected a storm that was headed their way. Over the years some dirty secrets started popping out, the trust started to erode and eventually the "sisterhood" collapsed when they felt that humans are like machines i.e., use them only when you want to. In the end I saw who used to walk together, laugh together had a tall wall in between, a wall even they could not climb. The mind concluded that sisters don't love.
In the second observation, I came across a woman who is highly respected by me. In fact, there are many aunts but few are cherished and respected like mom, she is one of the respected ones. She had a daughter whom she wanted to get settled. The girl was much elder than me otherwise the aunty would have been an indirect mother to me. Ha! That was a joke. Seriously, she wanted a good match for her daughter. The girl however was interested in someone else. The aunty knew about this and tried her best to make the girl forget the boy. The aunty wanted her daughter to marry a boy of aunty's choice. I came to know later on that aunty had a friend in college whom she called sister and now they want their "sisterhood" to grow more deeper. A mother tried to kill the happiness of her daughter for the sake of a sister. It was totally a shock.
Thank God, I can never be a sister. Laugh Out Loud!