The Three Sisters


There was once a very strict Egyptian family with three daughters, who were like the Nile split three ways. The oldest sister was an intelligent system buster and anarchist. The second sister was a very sensitive artist. And the third sister loved fashion, money, and luxury though she concealed this well.

The eldest sister fell in love with an older man who was powerful and wanted to be a leader of a nation, but after awhile, he abandoned their love because he was only in love with attaining power — and more power. He was so hell-bent on controlling her, that their marriage only turned more sour by the hour.

The second sister never cared to pursue relationships, for the only relationship she obsessively sought out — was one with Truth. For years, she traveled all over the world trying to find Truth, and during her pursuit, she unleashed many creative projects just to tame her heightened sensitivities.

The youngest sister married a very wealthy man for prestige and money, but after awhile, he abandoned their love because he was only in love with making money — and more money. Women, in his eyes, could easily be bought and tossed away, just like any piece of property that he bought and sold every day.

After many years, the second sister began to feel a lot of pressure from her family, because she refused to get married until she had found Truth. She met a man who looked very beautiful, but his heart was very ugly. She met a man who was big and powerful, but his mind was as small as his heart. She met a man who was insanely wealthy, but his heart was not rich at all. The people in her community started talking about her, and rumors were spreading with lies on why she couldn’t get married. But the second sister didn’t care at all. Deep down she knew what she was really looking for was the man with the most beautiful heart of all. And though she was never actively looking for him, she knew that during her pursuit for Truth, he would come to her when she was ready for love.

Little did the sensitive sister know, that while she was busy looking for Truth, the Creator had placed the man with the most beautiful heart already close to her. Yet she was so obsessed with finding Truth that she had never noticed him before. After fifteen years of pursuing Truth, the girl was exhausted and collapsed in her best friend’s arms. And it was then the man asked the second sister to marry him, and as she stared into his eyes to see if he was serious, she noticed spinning chandeliers of light twirling from his pupils. When she put her hand on his heart, the light in his eyes turned off. And when she removed her hand from his heart, the lights in his eyes turned back on. It was then the girl realized that the most beautiful heart was the one that always next to her the whole time. So she immediately agreed to his proposal, without even seeking acceptance from her parents.

When the girl announced her engagement to her mother and father, they both frowned with disapproval. The man was not wealthy like them, or of the same faith as them. He had no power like her father, and he did not love prestige like her mother. And they warned her that if she married this poor man, they would not help her if she came to their door with blood on her hands — or a huge hole in her pocket. But the girl followed her heart and married her bestfriend without a single blessing from anyone in her family. She did not enjoy a huge luxurious wedding like any of her siblings, nor did she receive a gift or card from a single friend. Yet, even though the girl had lost everything and everyone she loved, she she still felt super wealthy with the most beautiful heart in the world.

Then exactly seven months later, the girl was shaken awake with good news from her beaming husband. He told her he had just signed a multi-million dollar contract for the hidden wealth buried deep in his mind. That same day, he became more powerful and prestigious than her entire family combined, but not more powerful or wealthier than both their hearts combined. – Suzy Kassem

Copyright 2012, Suzy Kassem. All rights reserved.

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