What’s Yours is Mine

I smile while I watch them playing in the park. Asmaa doing exactly what her older sister does, as if she’s her shadow. Nusayba comes down the slide, and there she is, right behind her. Nusayba runs to the only swing left and before she can even get to it, Asmaa is crying because she wants a swing too. At times it’s cute, like when Asmaa wakes up at 8:30 in the morning and doesn’t find her sister in the bunk above her, she runs out of the room and cries, “Where’s Nusayba?”. At times … [Read more...]