"Better to have older siblings or the young ones?" - Let’s enjoy reading the saga of a saddened, disillusioned soul who’d prefer to have younger siblings rather than older ones. It’s by Hassan Bukhari of class O’ Level Final Year at PakTurk Schools Islamabad Branch

Better to have older siblings or the young ones?

You are one bad boy! How many times do I have to remind you to behave yourself! whopped mum.

Why can’t you be more like your brothers and Alina? She shrieked.

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 People keep telling me how lucky I was to have older siblings, that they would always help me in my studies; caress me, love me and a hundred other things. But I wouldn’t agree, for the world I would not! Such people are not likely to have experienced the situations, for example when parents demand of you too much, just because an elder sibling was able to reach their expectations or the other way around.

But I know how it actually feels to be bossed around the house, to be commanded like a slave, treated as an unworthy child. I’d say breathing in this situation is one hell of a big challenge --- at least enough to get on your nerves.

I’m the fourth offspring after the two elder brothers and a sis, Alina. The legitimate brothers as I refer to them, study at a fancy university with humongous building and classy events, and the best part is, it doesn’t cost my parents a damned penny.

Oh yes, they’re smart, quite intelligent book nerds they are. They earn their scholarships, no doubt to that. My sister, Alina, studies at a post graduate medical college and she’s got the charm too. In conclusion, I’m the only child studying at the precious expenses of my father. Sure, they spend a lot at me, since they don’t have to finance the educational expenses of the other three. But unlike my siblings I’m not a bright “nerd”. My parents on the other hand expect a lot. They ask too much of me. They want me to be a braniac such as my brothers.

Sometimes, I just wish I were dead. All day long Ali and Sami command me like lords

“Hey, bring me a glass of water, and I want it chilled” Sami would shriek.

And the hard part is, I can’t refuse! Or else there’s a case of tardiness put upon the unfair court of my parents.

Why don’t you just mind your business? But I can’t use that expression, not for me. I’d get a good whipping for that. All they do is sit around and interfere in my matters. I mean no such element of personal life exists in my world. After a heavy duty of “do this, do that” they sit around discussing my life and issues as if they have nothing to do of their own, “you shouldn’t be doing this” it’s not good for you” advising me like nannies. I wish I didn’t exist at all.

On the contrary, I pray to the havens I had younger siblings. I wouldn’t bother them of course, I’d ask them to do things but they would be favors, not commands! I would train them, help them and do everything I am kept as isolated from. In the long run, it seems there’s a lot to be in favor of being the eldest, a well mannered elder, most certainly. Hence, there is nothing to gain from being the youngest.

Authored by:

Hassan Bukhari

of class O’ Level Final Year 

at PakTurk Schools Islamabad Branch

Hassan Bukhari