Never The Same Again....

Family of 12 years old Saleha

I live with my family where I have my elder brother, elder sister, younger sister and younger brother. By now you know that I am the third child in my family. My parents are very normal people like anyone else but I love them to death.

My father is tall somewhere around 5'9 ft. he is very fair, he is from Gujarat but when people look at him they say he is from Kashmir which is also called the heaven of earth in India. Yes you are right I am from India. My father is well built and he likes to be as stylish as possible. After all he was born as the youngest of all the siblings and was very rich by birth. He was very mischievous when he was young, I still hear a lot of weird and funny stories about his childhood. He is a very caring and loving father. He used to smoke but he quit after my elder sister got sick. So yes he is a very loving father. His name is Khalid Dada.

My mother is short, 5'5 ft. I believe. She is my world. She came from a background of not very rich people unlike my father but she is a very hardworking woman. She is very fair and healthy. But not fat, she has the perfect figure. She is very beautiful. In her household she was called the fair maiden. And her twin sister was called the dull maiden as she was not fair in complexion. Her hair is black. My father loves and respects her a lot. It is not easy to be her, because she takes care of everyone. Her name is Nissa Dada.

My elder brother is a very loving and caring brother.He is 8 years older than me. He takes the looks after my partner because he is very fair and his hairs are a slight golden brown in colour. Now when you are born to the most beautiful couple then you get the looks of being the most handsome. His name is Imran Dada.

My elder sister is not fair, they say she has brown skin like my mother's twin sister. But I love her only when she is not being mean to me. She is really small so I cannot say what height she might grow up to exactly. But inshaallah we will find out in the future. She has black hair and is really long as well. That she got from my mother. She is a good sister but not all the time especially when she makes me do all the work. She is just a year older than me. Her name is Hajar Dada.

My younger sister is 8 years younger than me. She is my baby, I love so much. I take care of her like my own child. She is very beautiful just like my parents and she has light brown hairs. She is the babay of our family because she is the last girl now. Her name is Safa Dada.

Now let's meet my younger brother. He is so little and it is really amazing how he was born. My mother told me that when she had went to the hospital to get the baby aborted she was feeling very uneasy, it was the descision of my father as we were not very stable financially. Getting another girl means loss of hope that the provider for the family won't be born. But my mother felt very uneasy and she was very afraid. As if someone from within was asking her not to go for it and she ran away from the hospital. My father respected her wish of keeping the baby. And this is how I got my lovely younger baby brother. Now I feel as if I have two children. He is almost 12 years younger than me. He has a birthmark on his face, like a patch of green on his right eye , it covers his eyes completely. But still he is a very beautiful baby. His name is Aman Dada.

Now let me tell you how I look. I am very thin and everyone calls my glass doll or china doll because I was very delicate. I look very beautiful just like my mother. I have very thick and long hair like her, but my hair is very similar to that of Safa, light brown. I like staying at home and helping her. I want to become like her when I grow up. She is my role model. I love my family a lot. My name is Saleha Dada.

So this was the introduction to my family. I am speaking about when I was 12 years old but my story goes far beyond that.