Tell us about the last time you were really truly jealous of someone. Did you act on it? Did it hurt your relationship?
I can remember once my father told my mother to buy new clothes only for my big sister, this was for our yearly religious festival, you see we have two important ones ,one after Ramadhan and the other one two months ten days after the first one.
All of us kids would get new clothes for the first one, but the second one we’d have to wear the same clothes,which was fine by me, but here is the catch, my big sister was the only one who would get new clothes for the second one as well.
At age eight I felt something was weird about this arrangement, why was the first question I asked,mom said because your dad cannot afford to buy new clothes for everyone. I was a cheeky little kid this explanation did not bode well for me, so I put my foot down and said, “then she shouldn’t get new clothes either” .
At that age I only knew what is right and what is not, the word fair did not enter as one in my vocabulary. To make long story short I said, “if she gets new clothes, you must buy for me as well because I will not wear the old ones”.
Whether my mom and dad had any discussion I am not aware but I got new clothes as well.
My relationship with the big sister was never cordial, the idea of having a sister was a sore subject for my sister, she was ruling the Sabeth family as the one and only daughter among five brothers, my arrival was hated by her, she made it known every living moment. This relationship had a crack from the beginning which grew wider as the years went on.