Rainbow
I’ve said this a zillion times and I’ll say it once more… if people could be denoted by colors in life, Basma would have been my rainbow. She has added every color to my life; the brightest for all my happiness, the deepest for all my other emotions, the coolest for all the pleasures and the hottest for all the fun. Before she was born Ma and I had a conversation one afternoon before going to sleep. A general discussion to what I would like a baby brother or a baby sister and don’t know why but I chose a baby brother. I wanted a baby brother; but mom explained to me of what sisters could actually be. They could become your playmates, your confidantes, they become your secret keepers, they become your best friends and then I began to hope for a sister. I won’t ever forget the smile Ma gave me when I told her I’ve met Basma for the first time. I don’t even remember the emotions I felt when she was born but just seeing her there made me an older sister, responsible for her. Maybe that w...