Uncle Nasser

My Uncle Nasser is 43. He smokes like a chimney night and day. He's one of my father's younger brothers. He has 6 children ranging from 13-2 and his wife, Maha, 34, is tired and run down but loves being a wife and mother.
His face is always round and happy, even when he's mad. The eyebrows are what gives the mood away. The older he's gotten, the more he looks like my father. Same round face. Same mustache. Same round cheeks. Same chestnut wavy hair cut short. Same pretty eyes and long lashes. Same hearty laugh and jiggle of the belly when he laughs.

They were very much like brothers in their mannerisms and their looks.

His children Ola, Ala, Amer, Hibah, Tasneem and Mohammad are the perfect combination of Uncle Nasser and Aunt Maha. His daughters Ola, Hibah and Tasneem look very much alike and look a lot like my Uncle Thaer's daughters (he's the youngest of my dad's siblings). The older boys Ala and Amer look a lot like our other cousins sons looked when they were young boys. The baby Mohammad looks a lot like my dad looked as a toddler.

Like in my Aunt Haifa's smile, I see the length of my brothers lashes, the roundness in my sisters cheeks, the heartiness of my laugh, in my uncle. And when I see those things in him, I also see them in my father and it helps me to be closer to him.