BEING A SISTER

Women fortified as the "birth givers", the literal embodiment of life are considered to be a pile of junk who are supposed to be cornered by every possible men out there in the world. I know this not only by what I have experienced but with what I have seen throughout my life since my birth.

When I was four years old, my house was again flooded with joy and happiness with the birth of my brother. He was and is still my little bundle of joy.

As a matter of fact my brother is 15 years old, but I still feel like a mother to him, continuously trying to protect him in every sense. I think this is how a women is, always trying to act big, mature and caring. The birth of my brother brought in a lot of blessings from the entire society to my household. He was born with a very fair complexion. This was a positive fact to an already established matter of fact that he was a boy. the society this time had nothing to gossip about.

Luckily my parents were an exception. They never differentiated between me and my brother. I was closer to my father than my mother. Like every other girl I was my father's princess. Both of my parents had graduated from a very good college. This in fact was the reason, they held me and my brother with the same amount of love, care, and were given equal opportunities.

The other reason for this is also a fact that my mother was a bit differentiated from her brothers when they were young by her father but not to such an extent that she was not educated or was not given basic priveleges.

When I turned 7, I was sent to a boarding school where I spent around 3 years of my life. These 3 years I learned a lot of things.

Although I was very young, I was sharp enough to grab and understand things that was way beyond my age.

As I think about my time in the boarding school, I feel grateful enough to have been send there by my parents where I learned all the quintessential knowledge, where I developed all the values and where I started my journey of war with the society.