About my brothers..

Today I want to talk about siblings. As I mentioned before, I am the only sister and I have five younger brothers, Alhamdulillah. I don’t have any sister.
When I look at myself as a sister, I sometimes feel like I’m not a “good” sister the way I’ve seen other girls with their brothers. Even though I love my brothers a lot, I don’t express it the way others do. Honestly, I feel like I’m not that kind of sister.
But if I speak from my heart, I cannot even imagine my life without my brothers. I can live my whole life with them, even without talking much… but I can never live in a world where they don’t exist.
The biggest thing is I can never tell them this. I don’t show them how much I love them, and I don’t treat them in a way that makes it obvious. And while writing this, I honestly feel like crying, because I love my brothers more than myself, but I can never say it.
My brothers are very good. I get angry at them a lot. It’s rare that I talk to them calmly most of the time I either get annoyed or don’t talk much. Small things they do make me angry. But even when I get angry, they usually stay calm and do what I ask. Sometimes they react too, and sometimes they answer back, but then I respond even more harshly and take out my anger.
And after all that… they just become normal again, as if nothing happened.
But it’s not like I treat them badly all the time. It’s just that sometimes I become rude without meaning to. And I feel like we often show anger or express our frustration more easily to the people we love the most the ones we trust. The ones we believe will understand us and tolerate us no matter what. The ones we feel safe with...

They are younger than me, but now, MashAllah, they feel grown up. When they were little, I used to feel lonely. But now that they’ve grown, I don’t feel alone anymore. I feel protected because of them.
Their presence gives me peace.
I feel happy just knowing they are around. I love it when someone praises them in front of me it makes me proud. I enjoy sitting with them, talking, laughing, going out together. Even if I don’t say much, just being with them feels enough.
I always pray for them that they stay safe, that Allah protects them, guides them to the right path, and keeps them away from all wrong things.
Sometimes I feel like I want to do everything for them, give them everything, and be there for them no matter what. I wish Allah gives me the ability to do that.
When I am with my brothers, everything feels okay. My world feels complete. All my worries disappear.
If I need anything, I know I can just ask them, and they will do it for me without hesitation.
Even though I don’t show it, they are my biggest strength, my comfort, and a very important part of my life.
Maybe I’m not perfect at expressing love… but my love for them is real, deep, and endless.