Words Catcher

Lets Catch The Words From The Hearts!

Illustration Activity conducted for Pakistani Kids by Author Ayesha Marfani

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I am an author and have a lovely fan base. These lovely fans are very eager to learn and try new things.  Recently, I shared one of my story with them and they came up with amazing illustrations.

Read the story and appreciate the young illustrators in the comments.

White flower and black butterfly

The tired and weary black butterfly flew to the red rose. It said, “Please let me sit on you.”

The red rose lashed the butterfly saying, “Look at your ugly colour. I won’t let you sit on me.”

The black butterfly cried and flew to the distant land.

***

It saw a yellow sunflower. It loved the colour. The butterfly asked the sunflower, “Can I rest on your lovely petals.”

The sunflower gnarled saying, “Oh you black ugly creature, look at my beautiful colour and see your black colour. Go away”

The butterfly felt hurt and took flight.

***

It reached the beautiful lands of Hawaii. There it saw the beautiful violet flowers. They seemed dancing with the wind. It reached one of the purple-colored flowers that looked soft and delicate.

It said, “O delicate flower, please let me curl on your soft leaves.”

The flower spat the absorbed dewdrop on the face of the butterfly saying, “How dark and gloomy you look, go away.”

****

The black butterfly felt shaky on such hate and flew to find another home. It flew and reached a garden with moist soil. It had beautiful blue Hydrangea. The flower looked glowing in the sun. It reached the flower to ask the permission for napping on its curled petals when it overheard the flower saying to the Pink Hydrangea, “I hope that unsightful butterfly never comes near to us. It is so black, and if it sat for us, no one would love to look at us.”

The pink Hydrangea replied, “I wish it never curse me with its awful body.”

The butterfly lost all hopes of finding a beautiful house.

***

While it was sitting with teary eyes thinking why she was so black; her eyes caught a glorious sight. It saw a beautiful white lily dancing with joy. It had dew drops settled on its petals. The butterfly was lost in the glory of the lily.

The lily noticed someone looking at it keenly. When it turned to meet the staring eyes, it was shocked to see a beautiful black butterfly. The lily said to itself, this butterfly is amazing, look at its velvety black wing and the silver lining on them. I have never seen such black beauty.’

It stared at the butterfly wishing to start the conversation. It wanted the butterfly to touch its petals with its velvety soft wings. The butterfly cried and said, “You might be wondering how black, ugly and defaced I look, of course, I will never curse your beauty by curling on your petals.”

The white lily felt sad and answered, “No, I was thinking what beautiful velvety wings you have and I love the silver lines on them. I just wished if you would like to make me your resting place and together we can add beauty to each other.”

The butterfly felt overwhelmed and sat on the white petals. The combination felt amazing and became the greatest attraction for the passersby. People loved the combination so much that they designed their homes and dresses and cars on this theme.

***

Red rose, violets, sunflower, blue and pink Hydrangea all wanted the butterfly to sit on them so that people may notice them as well. The black butterfly added to the beauty of each of them. People loved the combination of black with red, black with violet, black with yellow, black with pink and black with blue.

The butterfly felt happy as he had so many places to rest and it loved everyone equally yet the love it had for white lily made them look the best together.

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Check the published work by Author Ayesha Marfani on this link:

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Left Out – Flash Fiction

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Umar’s cousins and siblings said, “You must be a student, you cannot be a teacher, and if you want to be a teacher, then we will not let you play with us.”

Umar wanted to play, but this time he was not willing to be a follower. He always wished to play the role of his choice but he was forced into playing the role that others have decided for him.

‘It’s not fair,’ he thought and then walked away. He was a left out.

This happened to him very often. He had a lot of cousins that were a year or two elder or smaller than him. They asked him to play games against his will.

That day he wanted to play ‘side-side,’ but he was asked to play ‘house-house.’ His cousins’ threatened him that he would be kicked out from the group if he complained.

It also happened to him in the school. He was not very good at throw ball, so the team treated him as an extra. When the whole team was present, he was left out.

He loved accompanying his mother to shopping and parties. However, his siblings would buy him into letting them go. He felt ‘left out’ on many occasions in his life.

People came to him to get his journals and assignments. They knew he had the best ideas, but whenever it was a field trip then people would partner with others, and he was left out.

He played with his apartment friends. He was last to be selected by the captains. If the number of the players were odd, he was left out.

When people would discuss something of importance, they wouldn’t trust him into the hearing, so he was a left out.

He was left out so many times that he ceased longing to belong to anyone. He searched for places where he didn’t feel left out.

One day, Umar’s younger sibling cried, so he weaved a whimsical tale, and his little brother enjoyed the story. Not only the boy, he saw the elders beaming and commenting on the story. He enjoyed the experience.

He started weaving tales; he would project his wishes and dreams in his characters. In his stories, he was never left out. He loved the experience.

Soon the world knew his skills as a storyteller, and they would beg him to tell his tales. His stories were interesting.

When you interview him about advice, he says, “If you feel left out then search places where you belong. Soon you will never feel left out.”

Untitled Story _ Part II

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Now ‘It’ hurried to the class where the students were asking the teacher to extend the time for the submission of their project. They pleaded, “Teacher, time is too short to complete this documentary; please extend our time.” ‘It’ appeared again amazing everyone and showed the evidence in which the same kids killed their study time in useless things.”

‘It’ ran here and there and saw some students complaining about their inability to complete the work due to a shortage of time. ‘It’ used different pieces of evidence in which ‘it’ showed how they waste their time in

  • Laptops,
  • WhatsApp,
  • Facebook,
  • Bullying,
  • Gossiping,
  • Exchanging unimportant referrals,
  • Peeping and being conscious about others’ life,
  • Laziness

‘It’ felt sweaty, it was so tired there were so many complain that it felt hopeless.‘It’ was sullen and sulky and half dead, when it saw a boy who was well groomed. ‘It’ knew by the appearance and expression on his face that he is the one that values time. ‘It’ looked with high hopes towards him and approached him for help.

Together they chalked out a great plan.They made fliers and distributed them.

****

There were fliers everywhere in the town showing the emergence of a creepy creature with three hands and two wooden legs, ever moving, not stopping. The fliers announced that the creepy creature would hold seminar together with Ahmad- a boy who valued ‘IT’. People felt conscious to know about the creepy creature and Ahmad who valued it.

The day of the seminar arrived, and all the town seemed to have erupted out of their curiosity to see the creepy creature that was the hot talk of the town.

Finally, Ahmad appeared and stood confidently behind the rostrum. Ahmad started, “I am a boy who was among those who complained about time couple of years ago, yet one day the desire to become a scientist made me reflect on my life and routine. I realized with this lifestyle, I may never achieve my passion, so I started to value the creepy creature, and from that day I can complete and meet all my plans.”

You might have a question of how I valued the creepy creature. I will share this secret but will for now allow the creepy creature to show you how you are devaluing its importance.