Wednesday, March 26, 2014


I woke up this morning to an angry (and funny!) email from my little sister who’s now 14 years of age.

 Masarra Mohammed
10:25 AM (7 hours ago)
 to me

I saw it when I woke up, it was around 1 p.m. in the afternoon. Me being me, I lost track of the time the night before reading, catching up with the family, etc. Little did I know, it was 4 in the morning. All I remember is that last thing I did was emailing her. Emails have been our only mean of communication since she was grounded and her iPod was taken away early January.

I miss her so much every single day. I love her more each day, it's SO weird. I don't think I would ever love anyone this much.

I remember the day she was born. I was about 12 years old, I was at the small neighborhood garden playing with my 2 younger sisters and a close friend of us when my brother appeared from the backyard gate yelling “It’s a girl! My mom gave birth to a baby girl! Hurry!”. We ran to the house as if we were going to see her right in front of our eyes the moment we get home (which, of course, wasn't the case). I could barely catch a breath, that's how excited I was. She was the most precious baby I've ever laid my eyes on. 

When she was months old, she started to sleep in my room. I would tell her bedtime stories based on the things she’d done throughout the day. She grew up to the stories I made up for her amusement. Some of them, again, were based on real events and others were fictitious stories that came out of my imagination.

“Today honey, I’m going to tell you the story of a random, oh very random girl who hid her dad’s car keys in her tiny little bed thinking it was funny. It was not.” And she would laugh her head off through the story and urge me to keep going, curious to know my take on the story, her story.

She grew up really smart. She impressed our relatives and our household's guests. I remember I had a cousin who was mid way though her pregnancy, she once told my mom, “If I’m ever having a baby girl, I wish she would turn out to be like Masarra.” My mom thanked her for being nice while I’m watching. I knew she wasn't being nice. ;)

She was so bold, too. It was hilarious and embarrassing. I recall her telling my cousin's fiancé that he has a long nose, and that he's got to do something about it. xD

For you my super duper Masarra, 
I will always love you to no end! I will always look at you thinking of you, the tiny baby I first saw with mom 14 years back.. 

Here's a video of her when she was in KG. It's my favorite of her! I keep playing it whenever I go through my FB profile..


Salma Masrouri said...

Love this post!

Glad to read your blog again!

Much love,

PS: you're 'about me' page is so messed up in many levels xD I can seriously help you correcting some info :p

Salima Al-Masrouri said...


Thanks for reminding me, 'cause I honestly haven't looked at it in ages. It was about time, I guess. :p