It is believed that an only one young girl among her elder brothers had wished at least one time to have a sister or thought if she could had been a boy.
When I was young, my being the only little girl in the family sometimes made me kind of feel that I was lonely. I always wished to have a sister who would understand me, who would listen to me when I complain, who would not laugh when I'm depressed, who would share the laugh with me, who would take my side whenever I argued with any of my friends.
I still remember those days when I used to play with my neighbors at our house yards. One day, we had a kids argument together, and so every two sisters were united together against me. Me, who had no one to defend her except myself and I.
The argument was arose and I failed at winning it at the end. After that, I came back to home and sat alone crying, the thing that made my father notice my calmness and was surprised to see me crying. When I told him about the reason behind my tears, he told me that I was not supposed to have a sister just to have presence among people and that many others of my friends didn't have sisters as well, and he continued telling me that it is not only me who is the only girl in her family and that I should consider them my sisters..
Although my father's words were inspiring, they temporarily satisfied me, and that psychological problem had been following me until I already had a sister.
'Habeeba', my sister, had been my everything, always with me whenever I needed her help. I felt safe with her, she got my back, she supplied that missing part in my heart, I loved her and she loved me.. yes she loved me, at least she'd never been against me. She was sent to me to be my companion and help me sustain the difficulties of life.
I promised my self that Habeeba's matter will be a secret, I told no one of my class mates about her except only one girl who was kind of my close friend then. I explained for that friend how much I took care of Habeeba, and how we played together, and how she was lovely. I described her as same as a young girl who described her baby doll.
Actually, because of my talk about her, I let my friend love her as well and be eager to know more about her, and that was enough to satisfy me specially because that friend also had two sisters.
Until one day, I felt that I could be self confident enough to confront life alone without Habeba, I could take my side by my own, and it was a very great decision!
I decided after that to tell my friend something important. I really thought dozens before telling her but at last.. I had to tell her. The conversation was as following:
Me: I want to tell you something!
She: Sure, say!
Me: Habeeba...
She: Your sister! she is very lovely, how is she ?
Me: If she were there, she would be fine!
She: If? why? Where is she ?
Me: She has no presence!
She: WHAT! How?
Me: Habeeba is an illusionary sister!!!
I still remember her opened mouth as a result of what I was saying. She was really astonished by knowing that the whole story was just A LIE! And her answer was like that:
She: But.. What about the picture you showed me for her ?
Me: It was my picture when I was young.
She: And who talked to me in the phone when I called you?
Me: It was my voice but I softened it.
She was really surprised because she had been believing that story for two years.
You ask me how I started it, I tell you that I had before a confronting neighbor and she had a younger sister who was always her companion, called Habeeba. I always wanted a sister like her, and one day I imagined her as my sister, and since then, I had a 'Habeeba' better than the real one double more, but only in my mind. And she was ME!
By the way, I've never played the 'Habeeba' game after that last time. Just whenever I wanted her, I pulled my heart out and WROTE !