Saturday, July 14, 2007

Sistery thing

The previous two months I could handle the papers, exams and the exhibition thing easily because I'm used to it and this is the kind of life I was born to live. But with my eldest sister around, here comes the bomb. The thing is no matter how much you disagree with someone and no matter how far the relationship can reach, it's different with sisters. First, we are family. We've been through almost the exact experience of life, share almost the same genes. We were raised by the same parents in the same house but still we're different.

My sister and I have this "sistery relationship", which sometimes faces mad wind and other times enjoys a summer breeze. She's only three years older than me. And that alone does not make her the big sister, but her bossy nature does. And she used to love it when she makes orders and control everything when my parents are at work or away.
Lately she discovered that she's been taking care of me and my other sister for her entire life. When she was only seven or eight, after she comes back from school, she would walk to the nearby kindergarten to take me and then the next-door nursery school to take my baby sister. She would walk me and push my sister's pram all the way home. Luckily those days were safe then and we lived in a building neighborhood with no streets for cars.
For so many years she was the one I'm depending on to make decisions. She would tell me what to wear and how to arrange my hair, what to buy and how to use, what to play and with whom. It was fun for me to depend on her. She made my life easier. Maybe this is the kind of life we, second children, like because we are always told to look at the bigger siblings and do like them.

Once we started to attend the same school I started to stick around her and her gang. I would want to play with them. Even if they didn't let me I would show my sad face to make her pity me. I was an adorable chubby girl (until the second grade) and her friend had no problem in letting me hang around with them. But she needed her space and the feeling that she was with her own gang doing their own stuff. But there was a trick she used to do to make me leave by bribing me with her nuttella's sandwiches.

Years and years have passed and she got married. I haven't seen her since the two weeks I spent in Amman early 2007 and before that on August, her wedding.

Since 2005, I've been living with my parents in UAE, and both of them have been spoiling me in so many ways, but now it's reality time and my Sister is in town. I gave it a week before we start our "sistery thing" but it started three days after she has arrived.

They are silly stuff which we disagree about but it reflects our own personalities and perception. She's the kind of "live your day as if it was your last". And to her I seem not to enjoy the day. For me all the "Carpe diem" thing is beautiful in poetry or maybe a movie. Somehow I just cannot live by that code. I enjoy what I can for the moment but I have to think about tomorrow even if it will never exits the next day.
Suddenly, the way I eat, the way I think, what I wear and how I style my hair, all those are not excellent. They are not even good for her. She made me straight my hair (which I rarely do); wear the glamorous clothes I forgot in the back of my closet. She made me wear make up wherever I go, the high-heel shoes I neglect and pretend I'm in my twenties. But wait a minute; I am in my early twenties. That strikes me! ok, she's right.
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As for my youngest sister (sosa lola) she doesn't only live for the day but she lives the minute. She's the party type. Hanging out with her friends, spending time on the PC or watching TV or a Movie is pretty much all she does.

The two years between us sometimes doesn't exist but other times it seems to be a huge gap. But we communicate the best when it comes to movies and songs. She's the bravest of us all. She refused to leave Iraq when we left until she finished high school. My dad had to stay with her of course.

One of the greatest things about having two sisters is that you can make alliance with one of them and enjoy making fun of the third for a while, as the same time you still can make alliance with the third and make fun of the first. But I have to warn you that it's not so much fun when the other two are making an alliance against you for so long.
Sometimes we do wish if we had a brother but when we think about it we make fun of it and how we'll make his life impossible. I’m very grateful that I have my two sisters and the best of all when the three of us make alliance and make fun of someone else. We get really sistery. (Is that even a word?)

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9 Comments:

Blogger David said...

I like your new word Attawie! :) I enjoyed reading this post. I really don't know much about what it is like for sisters only, so you have given me some insight.

I can certainly understand about sibling differences. My sister and I are so different, I used to wonder if my real sister was switched at birth! ;)

I have a male cousin who grew up with three older sisters. They made his life very difficult, and on top of them, he had to contend with a very strict mother! He says that he was overwhelmed by estrogen. ;) Well, he turned out quite well. He is now a successful neurologist, married, with two very nice children.

Back when I was studying psychology, I remember reading about birth order as a function of how adults turn out. First borns tend to be very high achieving, perhaps because they get the most pressure from parents, but they are often not very happy. Middle children tend to make excellent managers because they have to deal with both older and younger siblings. Youngest children tend to be lower achieving, but happier people, maybe because they get the most love. :)

Thanks for your "sistery" story Attawie! :)

7/15/2007 8:29 AM  
Blogger attawie said...

I liked my new word too. it made me feel as if I'm Pheobe from .F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
My poor cousin used to cry a lot because his sister tells him that she had a baby sister and they were switched in the hospital.

About the Psychology, I'm born to be a good manager and I'm studying MBA!!! then I'm on the right track :D

7/19/2007 2:55 PM  
Blogger aNarki-13 said...

excellent post :)

Atta with straight hair? OMG! i can't imagine! :D i'm sure it looks great!

me, being a first, a middle, and a last child (i'm an Only), i guess i collected traits of all three :))

seriously, sometimes i wish i had a sibling, a he or a she its the same, so long as we're close of age, so i can find someone to trade punches and kicks with ( am serious :)) )

but then again, everything i had/have would've been divided by two.
so no thanks. i enjoy my status much more than a few concussions :D

oh, if i have cousins, would they and i be "Cousiny"? or?
if i have aunts, would that be "Antsy"?
:D

7/20/2007 11:00 AM  
Anonymous HwaRang said...

I knew your sisters, they are sooo nice.
Injoy every minute with your new word

7/21/2007 1:06 AM  
Blogger attawie said...

Anarki!! You've seen me with straigh hair!! and many times. remember? check the very first Photos.

Yup, it's right. You have to learn to share when you have siblings BUT you'll learn how to become unique so you'll be treated in a unique way. I don't mean when parents favore one of the kids but I've heard it somewhere that "to treat your kids evenly, you need to treat them different" or something like that. :D

oh and BYW your two new words along with mine will be published soon on the "Bloggers Dictionary"

Hwa Rang,
Thanks, and I'm enjoying my new word. I kindda like making up new words. :P

7/21/2007 9:13 PM  
Blogger Morbid Smile said...

Attawie with make-up and high heels, post a photo :D Could you send your sister over here?? I need some makeover!!
I don't have a third sister, but my sister and I would always stick together and make fun of one of our cousins... or all of them :P Now I'm here all alone, no sister and not even friends... just BOOKS!

Hey, tell me when will you be online? Your weekened or mine??

7/22/2007 10:46 AM  
Blogger David said...

Hey Attawie, I made up some new words too, but you have to read my post to find them. ;)

Am I the only one here who has never seen you with either straight or curly hair? Well, I guess your self portrait counts for curly. :)

7/22/2007 12:04 PM  
Blogger Caesar of Pentra said...

I have a brother and two sister and all are younger than me, however, I never play that role of being the firm eldest brother. I always try to be as a part of the team. I taught everyone of them not to feel embarrassed to share and tell his problems to each one of us. Sometimes, my brother doesn't feel comfortable to discuss his privacies with our sisters. But I don't mind talking about any subject with my sisters even if they were cheeky ones. You can't imagine how much happy I feel when one of my sisters talks to me about some private issue. Sometimes, I see, hear and/or read about some girls that suffer from the cruel conduct between them and their brothers. I heard one of them (in KSA I think) tried to commit suicide because of her barbarian brother. believe me, pals! Brotherhood is a great thing. We are well-connected to each other, even more than to our parents.

8/02/2007 11:59 AM  
Blogger jhondie said...

Hi Attawie!
Great post. I have three older sisters. Being the youngest and only boy in the family is not that bad. As long as you dont mind being bossed around by women, but as we got older, there were definately benefits to being constantly surrounded by my sisters and their friends :)

8/04/2007 2:07 PM  

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