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Fairy Tales of Ordinary Children is Available for Purcahse

October 1, 2018 By Ayesha Marfani-Muslim Author 4 Comments

About the Author:

Ayesha Marfani is an internationally published children books author with 5 books being published by Crimson Cloak Publishing USA and now locally publishing her another title that is ‘Fairy Tales of Ordinary Children.’

Target Age: 6 to 13 years

Price: 650 excluding delivery

You can place your order by clicking on this link

https://docs.google.com/…/1vz1oKbW_oveF7edaAs9Cp2ja4cS…/edit

About the book:

Fairy Tales of Ordinary Children tells the stories of a group of friends whose life problems were remarkably similar to the characters from famous fairy tales.

A beautiful girl as white as snow had to cope with a beauty and status-conscious mother and a poor starving boy had only a cow.

A girl with long and blonde hairs was stuck up with her aunt who made potions and a pretty girl faced so many hardships because of her stepmother.

The children waited for the magical turning point in their lives but things got even worse and they lost hope in the term ‘happily ever after.’ One of them located what they lacked in bringing a change in their lives. Soon they knew the secret to live a’ happily ever after life.

 

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Social Solitaire- Featured Short Story

May 4, 2017 By Ayesha Marfani-Muslim Author 40 Comments

I hate socializing.

Stepping into the party with a sheepish grin, I wished for a vanishing cloak.  Oh, to have been able to evaporate into thin air.  Mama said that, as a growing young lady, I must become more social.  But it’s scary to see every eye in the room fixate on you, gauging you, whispering judgments behind their hands.

All the girls there were beautiful, some with their long hair loose, some with soft curls.  A few had upswept buns, their stylish bangs framing their eyes.  I eyed them, smiling when one of the ladies approached and said,

“Hi.  Who are you, pretty girl?”

Pretty.  I felt a lump in my throat.  I thought I was good looking, but not pretty enough to be noticed immediately.  I loved this and pointed to my mother with a smile.

“Oh, Sara, you have such a pretty daughter.”  She commented.  Touching my cheeks, she added,

“You would have looked nicer if you would have let your hair loose.”

To be more comfortable that night, I had tied my hair in a simple braid.  Until the end of the party, I imagined myself with my veil of hair loose and hanging down to my waist.

At the next social event, I entered with my long hair falling free.  Many eyes admired me and I love the feeling.  I got many compliments, yet one of them said that some soft low curls would have made my look more gorgeous.

After this, two thoughts disturbed my mind.  Was my hair truly fixed properly and how would soft curls look on me?  I took to changing things.

When the next party night came, I entered with soft curls feeling extremely conscious.  I had fought with my siblings when their hands had accidentally touched my hair, as I’d wanted to be perfect.  Again, many admired me that night, yet one said,

“You are so beautiful yet a little style would make you more gorgeous.”

“Style?  What style?”  I asked her.

“A haircut in layers with bangs would make you look so adorable.”

My worries increased threefold.  I remained preoccupied about my hair being loose, with curls and now styling it with bangs and layers.

The next day, my mother was horrified with my desire to change.  She said fashionable cuts ruined the natural beauty and health of the hair.  But the thought of looking more gorgeous drove me to ignore her advice and I got my layers and bangs.

When my friend’s bridal shower came, after much time fussing and preparing myself, I entered with my new style.  I anticipated a lot of impressed looks and was noticed almost immediately.  A friend commented,

“Oh, you look astounding with your new cut, but…”  I cut her off.

“But what?”

“Your dress is a bit old fashioned and doesn’t really match your new hairstyle.”  I went home that night with even more worries.

Needing an immediate fix of my wardrobe, I spent a ton on laces and frills, spending many late nights researching the latest styles online.  I spent a lot of energy making a seamstress understand the details of the gracious style I needed.

When all was ready for the next party, I entered stressed and concerned to the point of distraction.  I wanted to look the best and be the lady of the evening.  I came in worrying that my frilled and netted gown stay perfect that I couldn’t even enjoy the stares of the party goers.  I concentrated moving gracefully to please everyone that I couldn’t participate in any conversation.

In my mind, I took in the glamor and attention feeling confident that no-one could have any suggestion as to how my style and hair could be any more perfect.  Then, while faking in front of a lady, a soft touch landed on my shoulder.

Turning, I saw my beloved school friend, Zunaira.  She stood simple, yet her beauty seemed glorious and shining to me.  My gaze settled on her innocent face.

“I couldn’t recognize you at first!  You have changed so much in the last year.”  She said to me.

“You looked beautiful, but…”

THIS BUT

I sighed.  I let dear Zunaira continue.

“But you looked prettier before, at least to me.  I loved your simple style.  It made you so different from my other friends.  You don’t seem as comfortable this way.”

We were interrupted then and she left, yet I caught my reflection in the wall mirror as she walked away.  Tears burned behind my smiling eyes, as Zunaira had cut to my core with her simple words.  I didn’t like what I’d been doing.  I constantly worried about my looks to the point of always feeling shaky, never truly confident.  I disliked being so desperate to please others.From that night on, I left behind the changes I’d made.  I became a social solitaire.  You’ve seen them; they are part of all the social activities, yet their solitaire personality stands out.  They are totally comfortable being themselves.  Being happy with myself became my priority.  And the weight of pleasing others left my shoulders, where my simple braid now happily rests.

 

 

 

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Seerah Series for Kids

April 12, 2017 By Ayesha Marfani-Muslim Author 1 Comment

 

Seerah Series for Kids

I started writing Seerah cover story for Radiance Magazine, one of the best magazines for the youth in Pakistan. Whenever I thought about writing on an event from the life of Prophet Muhammad, I tried to relate it to the real life. This relation led to the formation of stories.

The great team at Radiance decided that it was the time that our kids see the link of their life events to the Seerah, so we decided to make it in the form of a book.

This is one of the greatest pleasure of my life. When the editor communicated her interest in the book, I set off to write the book. I felt euphoria and fear at the same time. I tried to follow what I wrote as words made an impact when they are practiced yet I slipped time after time. However, the way of repentance made me spirited and optimistic.

All gratitude to Allah that he made me complete the rough draft. Now the excellent team at Radiance is thrilled to edit it and then bring it in print form.

‘Sneak A Peek’:

Chapter: Birth of Rasulullah

I asked her, “How could you be so selfish? You are welcoming the new baby. What good will the newcomer bring to you? What can ever make you smile after this? What future you promise the newcomer?” I shouted losing the trail and effect of my words.

It ended with sobs. My mother embraced me and hugged me tightly. She said, “Let me tell you about the birth of the Prophet of the universe; for whom Allah created the world.” I listened, and she talked softly like always:

Prophet’s signs become evident in the world:

Chapter: boycott

Basil saw me with grief, and then I went to my bed praying for my parents to know the reality of Madrasah.

Being a social being, this seclusion from the outside world made me feel heavy-hearted, and pessimism hovered over me. After three days, Basil left a letter for me. It said

Dear Brother,

I know this exile may be sapping you and draining your energies, but I advised you to be patient. I want to give you the example of a boycott from Kuffars when Prophet Muhammad called them towards Islam:

Chapter: Hijrat

He said between the sobs, “No Bhaiyya it’s the pain in my heart.”

I wiped his tears and asked him to tell me what happened. He said, “Bhaiyya, you know the incident we read last night; in which people defamed the friends of Allah and called them names and beat them with their shoes?” I sighed, “Yes it was painful but why are you injured and crying?”

He replied, “It’s Zeeshan, Akram and Muammar, they laughed at the friends of Allah. They said they deserved this treatment and said outrageous things about them. I couldn’t tolerate. They are shameless and speak so bad about others. I asked them to stop, and they made fun of me and you all. I couldn’t tolerate, and I picked the fight, but they are truly very rebellious as they beat me violently.”

I sighed thinking of the fire and hatred people spread in the name of religion and sighed on the set up of the institutions in the country that led few people to bully others.

Estimated Publication Date: Mid of June

Buying information: It will be uploaded soon

Publication Company: Fehm-e-Deen Publication Pakistan

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