Assalaamu Alaikum warahmatu Allahi wabarakatuh,
This post is dedicated to my dear sister, wherever she may be out there in this world full of fitnah...actually, she's right in the room right next to mine, where I sit here blogging, but what difference does it make?! (Trying to add drama here...)
I just wanted to say that very few people ever have such an awesome sister as I do. Though, we have our hard times and our tense fights, there are still these moments where I feel like you're my twin. The two years between us have no effect on our relation. Maybe I yell at you when I'm angry, or I might throw the nearest object I find at you (when I'm really really really mad) and then for the next week, hear you say "Anger issues" when you see me. Other times, I would just play a little prank on you or experiment on you (like that one time when I decided not to talk to you for three days and tested your reaction. Turns out you started crying. I could sense the love. But then when I found out it was because you lost your soccer ball, I felt very discouraged.) But these are just the moments we laugh at later.
You are one of my most inspiring role models in life, and I don't know how I would've ever made it up to the seventh grade I'm in right now without you. When I was down in the dumps, or when I needed some advice and good reminders, I always went to you. I could count on you to make me some shai when I was in the mood for coffee or to get me some cheescake when I wanted soup, but you always made me smile in the end. Your very unique method of humor brightened up my days whether I laughed with or at you. Your writings made me sense exactly what you wanted me to sense, and you taught me the most valuable lessons through them and your few but effective words. You taught me that our mission in life is for the afterlife and that helping others is the key for helping yourself. You are my second mother that I'll never forget. (Don't worry, my room's clean. You can check it now, I swear!)
Now as I go over my blog, I can see how much amazingly wicked comments you left me..lol..and then I think back to all those moments we laughed together, and made fun of each other, and helped one another, and debated and argued just for fun. I don't know what I would ever do when you get married. Please..dude...don't ever leave me and get lost, even when I tell you to. (Never make me mad in the first place! Like..don't take my internet when I'm blogging..ahem, ahem..)I am always your sister and when you're down, you know I'm just a heartbeat away.
So I have to go now and set up the table for dinner, inshaAllah I'll see you there. I mean, I really hope I will or else I'll call you a spoiled, not social person.
May Allah reward you with your patience in having me as a sister (and make me better than you muahahahaaa),