I have three brothers. One, I live with. My twin of sorts. The male version of me, we're told. Luckily for my folks, we were born some years apart. But battling out a negotiation or spending time with mutual friends and loved ones is like looking at mirrors side by side. Good Cop, Bad Cop. Twin disasters and kindred spirits. The other two are in Durban. Sons of my other mom. My mothers sister. My darling cousin Hish is one of the most theatrical people I know. His antics have left us many a time in fits of hysteria, sometimes in deep thought and other times major concern. Why? It's his personality. Infectious, nerve-wrecking, enticing, provocative, sometimes sweet, and mostly down right scamp worthy! His older brother Rayms is the epitome of the suave, deep-thinking, calm, silent intellectual. His creative talents are yet to be shared with a world sorely in need of his kind of genuine depth. He knows it not. Or maybe its not cool to believe everything your sister tells you :P (that would be me!) After all, people who really love you, tend to exaggerate your qualities and talents. Right? Wrong! Sigh. It's just plain nerve-wrecking when people don't see their god-given awesomeness and then use it to make a difference, no matter how small or seemingly mundane. Acts of creativity are seeds planted from the divine harvest. Someday they're bound to be a shade! I believe this. I know this. How? I can't tell you this in one little post. But someday, when I'm sitting in the shade, I will tell you. For now, believing it is enough. Belief is knowing.
I am thankful. For these people. These sources of good soul filling energy in my life. And I am writing these appreciations in tribute to them, because I miss them. They live out in Durban, and I got to spend an awesome five months with them earlier this year. I miss them much. And because, on Saturday night well past midnight, they were involved in a freak accident that has us all pretty freaked out. Just like the movies, Hish said. In typical animated-about-life fashion that he is renowned for, he described the details to me. Slippery roads, spinning car, streetlight, brother, friend, driving, spinning out of control, capsized, seatbelts! thank Allah! tired of dancing with it's unnamed demon, the car finally came to a stop on its roof. they were locked in. the smell of the fuel leaking. everyone seemed ok. they broke a window and got out. and then once rayms and ziyaad were out, he went back in to turn off the ignition?! the logic beats me. some whiplash. a few stitches. under the circumstances, they came out okay. Alhamdulillah.
But the trauma persists. And he won't get behind the wheel of a car yet. Know the feeling. And I miss them. May Allah protect them, always. May He watch over us all. Ameen.
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