A story about kinship

We started our day, as usual, with a non-stop dispute and argument between me and my brother, my brother whom I considered my enemy, my brother who never agreed with me, and did not make me feel his love for me, and the truth is that I did not make him feel my love for him either, maybe I did not love him, I did not know the truth My feelings at the time, because I did not know the meaning of brotherhood, I did not know what it meant for my brother to be my friend and my support, I only witnessed situations with him that hurt me and my mother, who lost hope in us, and did not leave a way for us to reconcile with each other except that I tried it, but to no avail.

I blame my father sometimes; Because he was not the father I was dreaming of, he was rigid and formal with me and my brother to the extreme, I was afraid of him, and I wish he would embrace me even for a moment and tell me that he loves me, and his position was official regarding our disputes with my brother as well, as my mother used to resort to him all the time And she asked him to take a stand and put an end to our disputes, but most of what he used to say was: (There will come a day when they will know the value of each other), and perhaps the reason for his formality with us is our permanent dispute, who knows?

I grew up and my brother grew up and we got married, and each of us established our own lives, and I was very relieved to be away from him, as I got rid of the conflicts that were disturbing my day, and they made me wish I was the only one of my parents, and maybe that was my brother’s feeling, I don’t know, but the problems used to get worse whenever we met In my father's house, she moved to reach our wives who were affected by our negative relationship, and they began to hate each other and raise problems constantly, as if they were in a war arena, as each of them was standing on her husband's team, and trying to win the fight.

My mother died on a hopeless day for my father to join her after five years, and each of us took his share of my father’s inheritance and property, and I got the appropriate amount to enter the world of stocks, because I coveted wealth and a comfortable life, and many deceived me, and they told me that stocks are a legitimate and guaranteed means of abundant earning, but it did not last My dream was long, and the day came when I lost everything I owned, my money, my purpose, and even my health. I developed diabetes, and a stroke from the horror of the shock, until I lost my right eye.

One day, an old friend who was aware of my situation with my brother came to visit me, and claimed that he was coming to check on my health and condition after he heard about my bad news. That I stand on my feet and organize my affairs again, and I accepted his hand for help, and I thanked him and thanked God Almighty for the ease that came to me after the long hardship, and indeed I opened my own small project, and I stood again on my feet to come back stronger than before.

The friend returned to visit me after a period of time, and strange signs appeared on his face whose source I did not know. I thought at first that he was coming to recover the amount he owed me, and I told him not to worry; Because God favored me and doubled the amount for me from his facilitation of my small project, but he shocked me when he said that the amount was in fact from my brother, my brother whom I did not know about his news or his conditions, he heard about my financial situation and he did not accept that his brother was in this situation and did not help him, his position was late Unfortunately, the friend told me that my brother is on his deathbed, and he is asking to see me for the last time in his life. I rushed to the hospital to see him and my tears fell, and I regret every moment I wasted away from him, every moment I made my mother angry, and shed tears for her to see us arguing.

I reached my brother after the years of my life with him had passed before my eyes, as if I were watching a movie. I reached him with tears standing on his cheeks. I held my hand and the equipment tied to every side of his body. I kissed his forehead and said: Forgive me. He did not want to sniff it without seeing me for the last time and we would forgive, my brother died, and with him died a part of my heart that I did not even know existed.