Twister,Tornado, Famlies, Memories...
Many people ask me what is your priority in life. Usually someone who knows me say, your pride is your priority. In fact my family comes first even though I do care about my image. My family means everything to me. These are a few bitter-sweet memories of my families here and abroad.
The theme for stories is family. You'll see that word tons of times in this piece. My memory chain had tons and tons of great themes to choose from. I noticed that throughout my memory chain the most memories were of my family. The following stories are apparently about family and the twists and turns in my life that you just might relate to...
In May of 2004, my whole family and I went to secret lake in Hyderabad, India.Secret lake is surrounded by hills. It has that name because the lake is hidden by its surroundings. Its a quiet place and loads of fun. We had an amazing time.I vaguely remember but it was Grandma, Grandpa,Ajju Aunty, Habeeb Uncle,Mujtaba, Mutali, Hasnath, Arshiya Aunty, Moin Uncle, Muntaha, Mamun, Mutahir, Mama(means mom's brother), Mami(his wife), Bushra, my mom and me.Since we were a big group we had to take two cars.
After entering into the place we had to climb a bunch of stairs made out of stone.On top you could see the lake's view from above. The way up was like a jungle.All that climbing made us tired so the adults sat down but the kids started playing soccer. Eventually we became tired too so, all of us sat together and had a snack. So,after a drinking some water we started to climb again. Along the way one of my cousins tripped and hurt himself really badly.Good thing is he really didn't care so he kept climbing. We also saw a few animals along the way.
When we finally reached the top we started taking pictures.Sitting on rocks,near the railing, couples, cousins all kinds of pictures. For my conservative
Habeeb Uncle he stepped out his shell and slid into the picture with Ajju Aunty.Everyone loved the view from above the lake was, really secret because we couldn't see it from far away. Thanks to the enormousness of the place we got to enjoy an awesome concert. After climbing down we caught a glimpse of the hidden, it had many colors. We drove off in the moonlight.
That story was about my family in India. Now let me introduce you to a family member that is very close to my heart and my home in New York.
Everyone must have a favorite relative, well I have a favorite aunt. Her name is Yasmeen She is so nice and caring. Sadly, it wasn't always that way, when I was younger she was more like Cruel la De veil. My parents meant the world to me and I did not care about anybody else.Strangers were my enemies even if they were relatives.Actually, after I got a chance to know her I still envied her. Although she tried to be very nice to me,I didn't buy it.At the age of 9, I traveled to India. I forgot all about her when I was there having fun with my family.
3 years after, when I came back it was different because of learning how to adjust and accept people other than your parents. She lives in South Grafton, Massachusetts in a lovely 2 storied 3 bedroom house.She also smiled a lot more and loosened up a bit. So the first time my immediate family and I went to her house for the weekend, we toured Boston. We went to the Quincy market and ate caramel popcorn, my dad had a vanillafrappucino . Then we saw a metal statue, only thing is it was moving! He was painted in a copper color and shined like a penny. We were in the middle of a huge outlet store compound. At the end of the day we went to a bay near the same place, where there were tons of boats and ferries. A few young people
were riding speed boats and it looked so cool.
Another time I went there to celebrate my birthday was in July. The door was open and Yasmeen aunty was on the phone. I walked in very quietly, she was in the kitchen, I suddenly grabbed her and she screamed at the top of her lungs. Along with that shock her phone dropped but she didn't care about that she gave a big hug and then kind of teased me by getting mad at me.
Every time we see each other she is always smiling and making me laugh like crazy. If it were the era of no entertainment you would still be happy because of all the joy she brings into your life.Don't think she's only nice to me, she is the most friendly person on earth(next to my friends in school=)
The last story is the story of the most important people in my life, my parents and my annoying sister. Alright I know every one's sister is annoying but there is something special about our relationship. As far as my parents are concerned, don't tell my mom, dad is my favorite...
This next one is not exactly one story, it's memories combined to create a beautiful life for an ordinary girl.(F.Y.I that girl is me)
26th July, 1993 a tiny little baby girl with a lot of hair was born. She was named Farisa. Guess who picked her name way before she was even born...her father. Its really funny to me how abbu(my dad) loves Persian names. My name is Persian and he was about to name my baby cousin Suri which is Persian for "Red Rose." My father's name is Emtiyaz meaning brightest star in Arabic. Alright enough about names and meanings lets get to the real memories. We travel quite a bit its almost every weekend that were out of New York or at a get together in New York. My favorite outing by far was when we went to Niagara Falls for 3 days. The motel we were at was awful because someone else chose it for us. Forgetting that I focused on getting to see the 4Th of July fire works. We went to all the main attractions like maid of the mist and cave of the winds. The best part was watching the falls at night, lights beamed across from Canada on to the falls and it wasn't always one color it was an aura of colors. Obviously due to independence day everything was red white and blue.
All my stories so far are very joyful. This next memory is touching and heartfelt to me and I hope it makes you feel the same. My family wasn't always a foursome meaning my parents and I were here while my older sister,Kayenat was in Hyderabad, India. My parents kept her with my grandparents and the rest of my family, like all the aunts and uncles and cousins to play with. While I was deprived of relatives she was of parents. Actually I always thought she had the advantage because even though she didn't have her real mom and dad she had the love of several other parents. Those parents never made her feel that her mom wasn't there.Kayenat had 4 mothers and 4 fathers in place of just 2, instead of just 1 younger sister she had 7 younger siblings.
When you see her side its totally different. I don't think I would ever know the feeling of not getting to know your parents, not seeing your parents for 14 years. She thinks I had an advantage because I had parents. So, basically we were both miserable. One incident happened where in 1st grade at P.S. 117Q I started to cry frantically. The teacher pulled me out and my mom had to leave her office. When she asked me what happened I said " I want my sister"=((. When I finally got to meet her it was amazing and we became friends it didn't even matter that she is 8 years apart. We just loved that moment. All the pieces of the puzzle suddenly came together. The icing on the cake was when we met in Bangkok, Thailand. My dad didn't come with my mom and I so we met up there. At the Bangkok airport for the first time our family became a foursome. We had a blast in Bangkok especially because of the Grand Palace. The cool thing is that a King is still in power today.
See my family is full of twisters and tornadoes and memories. Although sometimes it's a rocky road were still a good fun loving family. Yes me and my sister get along. No I won't write anymore. Well just maybe I'll write sometime soon.