Poetry On Sisterhood Novels & Stories

“These days, those women giving birth to daughters think they’re much better than us who produced sons. “My older sister just gave birth to a daughter yesterday, and she would not even let me hold her baby. She’s looking down on me for giving birth to a son!” Everyone supported her. “Your older sister is a nasty person. Her bloodline will end with her daughter.” “That’s right, is your older sister insane? She must have a son!” “She’s going to suffer when she’s older. When she gets bullied by others, she’d realize the importance of having a son.”

The sisterhood she had severed was moving back toward itself. Not gently. Not neatly. But inevitably. And once it closed, it would not be controlled again.

Sisters? It echoed in my mind like a pebble tossed into a still pond, sending ripples of confusion through my already spiraling thoughts. Did he mean actual sisters? Blood relations? Or was this some ghostly reference to a coven—a group of mystics swirling in shadows, hidden from the world, mere figments of folklore? My heart thudded uncomfortably against my ribs, a frantic drummer pushing me into a corner of anxiety I never knew existed. For eighteen years, I'd believed I was alone, a singular entity of joy, pain, and tight-lipped secrets.

My mother, however, didn't even feel the least bit apologetic. She was mocking me. Insulting me. As if that would ease her sins. "She's always been the naughty brat. She tried to kill her sister because she couldn't let go of the past, and that got her killed instead." Everyone knew my mother loved my sister more than she loved me, and they knew how much I'd suffered, but they didn't want to get in trouble. Instead, they consoled my mother. They did not mean it, of course.

Basma reminded her " you'll only get the respect you deserve the moment you stop all his your foolish behavior. I'm sick and tired of it. I have always have great expectation of you but you totally disappointed me the moment I found out that the sister I love and respected isn't who she claims to be " Kalthum cried out Basma hate putting her sister in this position " I'm sorry. I'm so sorry " "please can you now give me the pack of condoms. I want to be the one to burn it. By doing so I'll have a rest of mind.please." she stretched out her hand again and Basma complied this time.

she told Aria one afternoon as they planted basil, “that baby is going to be so loved. And I’ll be right here, the best aunt they could ask for.” Their sisterhood was real, deep, and healing—two survivors who had chosen joy and connection despite the darkness of their pasts. It wasn’t perfect. There were still hard days when memories crashed over them like waves. But they faced those days together, hands dirty from the garden, hearts open, and the knowledge that they were no longer alone.

Sister Maria he cold stone floor of my cell is a constant reminder. The rough wool of my habit scratches my skin, a perpetual penance for a sin I haven't even committed yet. Not officially. My parents’ dream, this life of silent devotion, is my beautiful, gilded cage. I see my sisters, Mary and Marie, in my mind’s eye. Their laughter, the swell of their pregnant bellies, the sticky hands of their children clinging to their legs—a life of messy, glorious, chosen chaos. I have only this silence, this ache between my legs that is a hollow, empty chapel all its own.

"Eliza, I went to Tenezia specifically to get a blessed pendant for you as protection. It's worth several hundred thousand dollars, and I got two, one for each of us." I jerked awake when I heard the familiar voice. When my younger sister, Denise, placed the pendant in my hand, I realized I had been reborn. I immediately touched my belly, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

Perhaps because she had already experienced being framed so many times before, and she had already learned the pattern of it. “I’m sure my sister won’t do that. She’s not that kind of person,” she said, but there was a hollow ring to her words, as if she was just trying to convince herself more than me. As a result, I didn’t press the matter further, figuring it would only make her feelings worse than they already were. When we finally reached the plaza, a group of children ran up to greet her. They swarmed around her like eager puppies, their small hands reaching up, their faces transformed with gap-toothed grins.

Before I could say anything the channel changed into NaGeo wild but it was too late I had seen and heard everything. Valerian looked at me with something in his eyes I couldn't read. "Don't watch that." He said and I nodded before pulling out my phone and blatantly disobeying him. BREAKING NEWS: Selena Fontaine Launches Organization for Betrayed Women. In the wake of her sister's scandal, Selena Fontaine announces the founding of "Sisters Over Shadows"—a support group for women who have been betrayed by those closest to them. It is a true show of support for Elena and other broken hearted women and Selena says that she hopes people can join and support this cause.