The Fall and Rise of the Amir Sisters. Nadiya Hussain
when you are married you will see,’ said their mum.
Bubblee simply sighed and pretended to read something on her phone. It was actually the job vacancy at her gallery that she was looking at. At first it was a tab she opened every day. Now it remained open and she refreshed it every time she picked her phone up.
‘He’s fine,’ replied Farah. ‘He’s already in bed, anyway. I suppose he’s tired.’
‘Jay’s abba, do you hear that? Bed.’
He looked up for a second. ‘I will be up.’
Their mum paused, giving him not quite so pleasant a look, before leaving the room and walking up the stairs.
It was half an hour later when their mum’s voice came booming from upstairs, calling for their dad. He sighed, switched off the television and looked at Farah and Bubblee.
‘Goodnight, my girls.’
Before leaving the room, he turned around and said: ‘Farah, one night here is enough, yes?’
With a smile, he turned back and walked towards his waiting wife. Bubblee raised her eyebrows at Farah.
‘It just never stops annoying me,’ said Bubblee. ‘The backwardness of this place.’
Farah shrugged. ‘You can’t change people’s views when they get to that age.’
Bubblee paused. ‘But you were in the kitchen with Mum, trying to change her views on my getting married anyway, weren’t you?’
Farah stood up and adjusted the cushion from the sofa their dad had just vacated. She looked around the room for other things to fix.
‘Mum’s Mum,’ she replied before her eyes settled on Bubblee. ‘That’s a big decision you made. Leaving work.’
‘It made itself.’
Farah turned the sofa her dad had been sitting on away from the television and opposite Bubblee. ‘You didn’t tell me, any of us.’
‘In the grand scheme of things it’s not important, is it, Farah?’ Bubblee knew this could lead into another silent argument, leaving things unsaid while feelings brimmed.
‘You’re still angry about what I said that day, aren’t you?’
‘What do you think?’
Farah crossed her legs at the ankle, looking so composed Bubblee thought that no matter what happened, Farah would never fall apart.
‘Bubs, I didn’t have enough sympathy in me for both of us. I’m sorry.’
She looked earnest.
‘Yet I managed to have some for you,’ replied Bubblee.
Bubblee felt like a miser; an emotional Scrooge. Never had she really considered her lack of compassion, not until this moment when she was recounting how she had managed to give some to her sister who was unable to conceive a baby. Perhaps she was always too engrossed in her work and becoming an artist. The two shouldn’t be mutually exclusive but compassion also required the time to listen and she had very little of that when she was in London.
‘You know that feeling that you were made to do something?’ said Farah.
Bubblee raised her eyebrows.
‘Sorry, yes, you do. I feel as though my life’s somehow incomplete, that there’s this gaping hole that can only be filled with a baby.’
‘Are you sure it’s just the baby?’ said Bubblee. ‘I know you said you felt like this before the accident, but since then it just seems… like you’ve become obsessed in a way.’
Bubblee could see Farah retreat; an invisible barrier appeared. But she couldn’t stop now – she had to say it or what was the point?
‘In a way that feels… not wholly present.’
‘What are you saying?’
‘Just that you’d never have let Mustafa go home alone like that before, or stay the night here.’
‘So? Why is everyone making such a big deal of this?’
Bubblee quietly sighed. ‘Okay, it doesn’t matter.’
Her own refrain surprised her.
‘I guess you think you also failed at creating something,’ said Farah.
‘Created plenty – just nothing worth anyone actually seeing,’ said Bubblee wryly.
‘You might find something else?’
‘Will you do the same if you can’t have a baby?’
They both fell silent and heard muffled voices come from their parents’ bedroom. Farah looked at Bubblee.
‘I always had this idea that I could give this baby a life that was different to ours.’
‘It was… is a bit challenging sometimes. They’re on another planet,’ replied Bubblee.
‘I know, bless them. I never really felt like I had much choice when I was growing up – and I’m not blaming you or anything at all, I wish I could’ve been as daring as you, but… it sort of felt like I couldn’t really think about what I wanted because I was always trying to be the good one, lessen the upset that…’
‘That I caused?’
Farah gave her an apologetic look. ‘I suppose there’s no other way to say it, but I promise there’s no resentment there. But maybe I want a baby for that reason too: to fulfil a part of life that never quite… you know.’
Bubblee did know. A baby could be like a second chance. She’d never thought about it that way – a baby always seemed to her an obstacle in the face of her own chances.
‘Hmm,’ she simply replied. ‘A second chance.’
The two sisters sat like that for a while, with Bubblee wondering about second chances and where, if anywhere, she was to find hers.
Mae: Im here losers! V weird nt hvin mum & dad to eavsdrop on bt its time 2 party!!!!
Fatti: Don’t go crazy, please. I already have one child making me ill xoxoxoxoxo
Farah: Are you sure you packed enough jumpers? What did you have for dinner? We miss you Xx
Bubblee: Actually we’re enjoying the quiet. Be good. But not too good Xxx
Farah had already had the scan and it was time for the results. She walked into the doctor’s surgery, heart practically in her throat as she was called into his room. He swivelled in his chair and as soon as she saw his face she knew.
‘I’m afraid there’s been no improvement, and actually it’s got worse.’
There was a way to deliver the news. Farah hadn’t realized how much hope she had of the result being different until that hope was crushed. Not only that, but the situation had got worse.
‘Now, are you very stressed?’
What a question! Of course she was stressed. She couldn’t have a baby.
‘No more than usual,’ she mumbled.
What was she going to do? How was life ever going to work out? It all felt too helpless, too hopeless.
‘And have you and your husband had sex since our last appointment?’
She felt her face flush. ‘We’ve been busy.’
He tapped his pen on the table. ‘Well, the chances of conceiving are very slim, but they’re nil if you don’t have sex.’
Farah wanted to cry. It was ridiculous.