The Fall and Rise of the Amir Sisters. Nadiya Hussain
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mum. ‘Fatti, you have this child now and give the next one to Faru, just like your amma gave you to me. Finish story.’
‘Bloomin’ ’eck,’ said Mae. ‘Talk about pass the baby parcel.’
Farah paused. ‘Sorry, Amma, but there’s no way I’d put a baby through what you put Fatti through.’
Their mum looked at all of them, confused. ‘What did I put her through? I loved her more than any of you.’
Fatti’s face looked flushed as she stared at her hands.
‘Knew it,’ said Mae.
‘Of course you did, Amma,’ replied Fatti, taking her mum’s hand.
‘No,’ interrupted Farah. ‘No way.’
‘Fatti,’ said their mum, looking at her. ‘You will give her your next baby, won’t you?’
‘It’s not like she’s giving me her old winter coat, Amma,’ said Farah, glancing at Fatti.
There was silence. Everyone’s eyes rested on Fatti, whose gaze was still firmly on her beautiful hands. She looked up.
‘Anyway,’ said Farah. ‘Like Fatti said, the doctor might have some good news.’
More silence. Mae wasn’t keen on silences.
‘You girls think I am a bad mother,’ said their mum. She was looking around at all of them as if in accusation. ‘You have your what’s-happening group and talk about these things, I know.’
‘WhatsApp,’ corrected Mae.
‘Of course not,’ said Fatti, looking horrified.
Bubblee chose to carry on filling the bin bags.
‘I see you,’ continued their mum, looking at Mae, ‘always on the phone, messaging and laughing. When I ask who you are speaking to you say it is your sisters.’
Maybe Mum was having a late-life crisis? She looked around at all of them.
‘What do you talk about?’ she asked.
‘Nothing,’ replied Farah. ‘Just… stuff. Like sisters do.’
‘Yes, you are lucky,’ said their mum. ‘So many of you. Ask me. I am alone.’
More silence. It wasn’t like their mum to talk about feelings. Thank God Fatti was there, who insisted that she wasn’t alone.
‘But you don’t put me in your group,’ their mum replied.
Mae glanced at Bubblee from the corner of her eye. Bubblee looked at Farah.
‘Look,’ exclaimed Mae, lifting up a floral summer dress. ‘Remember when Fatti and Farah got me this to try and make me dress more like a lady.’
Mae needn’t have bothered to try and change the subject.
‘Jay’s amma!’ came their dad’s voice.
‘Your abba and me are going for a walk.’ Their mum sounded exasperated at the very thought as she got up. ‘I would rather stay here and sit with you, but…’ She sighed and looked at Farah. ‘Remember, as long as you are having the se–’
‘God, no, Amma,’ the girls exclaimed in unison.
Their mum got up, gave them all another look, and left the room.
‘What the hell just happened there?’ said Bubblee.
Farah and Mae shuddered. The sooner Mae got out of this house, the better it’d be for her brain and self-awareness. To be told to leave the room at the mention of sex! She looked at Bubblee.
‘Bubs,’ she said, laughing, ‘looks like you and me aren’t so different.’ She threw her cargo pants at her sister.
‘Do you think Mum’s okay?’ said Fatti.
‘She’s probably just having a bad day,’ said Bubblee. ‘Unless you want to add her to our WhatsApp group?’
‘Well, no, but…’
‘The problem with Mum,’ said Mae, ‘is that her youngest is leaving the nest and she doesn’t know what she’ll do without me. Obvs.’
Bubblee rolled her eyes.
‘Or maybe she’s really sad,’ said Farah, sealing another box. ‘Maybe she does feel alone.’
‘But she has Dad,’ said Fatti.
Farah raised her eyebrows. ‘I love Dad, but it’s not as if her needs come first. I mean, I know something about that,’ she added pointedly.
‘Trouble in paradise, eh?’ said Mae.
Fatti shot her a look. Farah pushed the box to one side.
‘It’s as if you’re expected to be a mind-reader,’ said Farah. ‘One minute everything is fine and happy and the next…’ She shook her head. ‘And it’s always about them. Why is it that when women have problems we manage to go about things just the same, get on with it, but men? When they have problems the whole house comes to a standstill. Everything’s about what they want. What they need.’
Bubblee was nodding, vehemently, while Mae was considering it all as if it were marginally interesting.
‘Since the accident, it’s always about Mustafa,’ added Farah.
Fatti cleared her throat. ‘Did you want to start taking these boxes downstairs?’ she said to Mae.
‘I know, I know,’ continued Farah, ignoring Fatti. ‘His life changed, but so did mine and all because of him.’
Mae saw Fatti shifting uncomfortably. She and Mustafa might not have become close since realizing they were brother and sister, but she never did like talking about him behind his back.
‘This is why marriage as an institution is so flawed,’ said Bubblee.
‘Here we go,’ said Mae.
‘You’re bound to one another into this state and there’s this focus on compromise and having to make allowances, but why?’
Farah sighed. ‘Because it’s adult life.’
‘Says who?’
Farah looked at Bubblee as if she were crazy. ‘The world?’
‘The old world,’ corrected Bubblee.
‘I’m so glad Mum left when she did,’ said Fatti. ‘Bubblee would’ve given her a heart attack with all this anti-marriage talk.’
‘Women needed men back then,’ said Bubblee. ‘But we don’t need them for money any more. We can make that ourselves.’
‘And what about babies?’ asked Farah, the colour in her cheeks rising. ‘Where do we go for those?’
Silence ensued again as Farah looked away and the others glanced at one another. After a few awkward moments, Mae said: ‘One of your sisters, obvs.’
She jabbed her thumb towards Fatti. ‘Just like we got her.’
They all paused. Fatti laughed, so did Bubblee, and before they knew it they were all laughing. After a few minutes Farah shook her head.
‘Still needed a man, though.’ Farah stared at Bubblee. ‘Are you really okay with being alone for the rest of your life? Really?’
‘Better than being with someone and still feeling alone,’ she replied.
Mae wondered what it was like to think of such big questions in life. She looked at each of her sisters and knew that whatever questions they were asking each other, or themselves, they weren’t her type of questions. They heard the front door close, then footsteps come up the stairs. Jay poked his head in, said hello, and went into his little room to