Poetry About Sisterhood Novels & Stories

Why my child? Sophia laughed, the harsh noise breaking like falling glass. "Why? Because you've never had to try for anything in your life. The doting parents, the ideal husband, the lovely home. And what did you do with it all? Nothing. You were just. Existing. Taking space. Being pathetically grateful for crumbs." Each word hammered another nail into the coffin of our sisterhood. Years of memories—braiding each other's hair, sharing secrets under blanket forts, vowing to be bridesmaids at each other's weddings—all proved to be as substantial as smoke.

. . . . . The tears flow freely down her face. what have she done wrong? Kalthum questioned herself. Why can't Basma stop this nemesis she is trying to build?They are siblings for Allah's sake!The cold breeze tickles her skin. Kalthum relaxed herself to the chill weather. She hugged herself and went on to sit on the bench close to the garden. She needed to clear her head coz she doesn't trust herself if she had stayed in that room with her sister. Some sister she has.

Then I chuckled, staring into space as I added, searching deep within me, “But isn’t that what sisterhood is about? Torturing one another and being each other’s nightmare? My sister definitely did more than that, and even though she missed her way many times, I got to experience her love before she passed away.” “I got to hear her apologize to me. I got to hear her own story and the demons she had to face while I hated her,” I chimed in. “I got to understand that while she tortured me, she was hurting too. She traumatized me, but she was equally traumatized. I guess we are two identical souls who couldn’t agree until the very end.”

“But I wasn’t scared of being punished. I wasn’t scared to step out of that tall wooden fence despite how I always get easily frightened in the dark. Do you know why?” Josie gave a second to think but shook her head in response. “Because I trusted you will be there for me. Even throughout the darkness, I know for sure, you’re my ally. Someone who’ll always be there for me. Alone is never enough but together makes me courageous,” Rose held out her hand, holding her sister’s in it. “I would never change, Josie. No one is more important to me than our sisterhood. You’re my sister and blood is thicker than water. I won’t betray you.”

“But why me? What makes me special enough for this… Sisterhood?” Dolores chuckled softly, a sound that dripped with condescension. “Because, my dear, you have something that many lack: potential. You have the spirit of a warrior, even if you don’t see it yet. The Sisterhood can unlock that power, transform you into the leader you were meant to be. You can break free from the chains they’ve forged around you.”

And she begs me for help as I hold a gun in my hands, pointing it right at her. "Un legame di sorella ci lega per parola, sangue e anima," she calls to me, reminiscent of the words our father chanted at us in that dark room. A sister bond binds us by word, blood and soul. A sister bond binds us by word, blood and soul.

Saari umar humein sang rehna hai Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai Yash sing......... Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai Ek hazaron mein meri behna hai Vihaan sing......... Phoolon ka taron ka sabka kehna hai Ek hazaron mein meri behna hai They all had tears in their eyes while their sweet little sister went to a deep slumber. They wiped their tears. They all kissed her forehead one by one and went out from her room, making sure not to disturb her. The bond of a brother and sister is always special. It is one of the best relationships as compared to relationships we share with all other people. The connection between a brother and a sister is a lifelong connection with everlasting memorie

Our embrace was a sanctuary, a haven where words were unnecessary, for we spoke the language of hearts entwined. In the cocoon of our shared vulnerability, it was as if I, too, became a beacon of solace for my sister. Our souls danced in silent communion, finding solace in the simple act of holding one another. It was a moment of profound intimacy, a revelation of the depths of our bond.

"It was a lot of words, and they kept blurring together so I just decided to go to bed and wing the whole meeting." Zypher shook her head at me even though she was smiling. "I understand you. I suffered that when I was still leaving with 'the sisters'. I had to read up on files for upcoming missions. It was hectic." "Sisters? You sound like a bunch of witches or something like that. Do you guys have like a sisterhood of some sorts?" "Yeah. It's a sisterhood for abused women who went through a lot." That piqued my interest. "Explain to me how everything works."

You don’t make me smaller, You don’t dim to let me shine. You stand beside me, shoulders strong, And somehow we both rise. They see the kindness in your smile, The brilliance in your mind. They don’t see the ancient instinct, That walks a step behind. You laugh with me in daylight, You guard me in the night. Soft as falling feathers, Fierce when all's not right. I’ve never had someone stay, Without wanting something more. But you stayed because you chose me, That’s what sisters are for.