I am a writer – Day 1 #my500words


Going back to my school days, I loved to write but it wasn’t to transform my thoughts into words. In fact, it was all about the daily assignments, home works, and scheduled test.

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I am a writer

What inspired me to write this specific post? It was Jeff’s email and I was completely intrigued by his amazingly well-written words.

Here I say, “I am a writer”. I am not a wannabe, I am already one such writer.

Wow. It feels so good to say with such enthusiasm.

That’s so true, I wanted to be a communicator or someone who wishes to convince others by dialogues. Then, why not a writer?

When I write, I attempt to make it as simple as I can. Obviously, I desire to be better with my writing skills but I don’t want to discontinue for this unjustified reason.

You would be astonished to know that I used to write in a sluggish slow speed. I hated that! It was so challenging to shape my thoughts into propelling words that are meaningful enough to convince the paper checker.

When I was giving the paper of online journalism at my University, I had got millions of words in my mind, but I was damn slow in writing. Somehow, I filled the paper but it was disappointing. However, I got average marks but I was never meant to get average marks.

Something in mind was driving me crazy, “Girl, you need practice, a lot!”.

Maybe I am such writer, who prefers to write a good stuff rather than filler content. That’s why I think a lot before I write or the lack or practice is the prominent reason.

But, this short blog helped me to experiment multiple writing techniques and short writing challenges. It always helped me.

I firmly believe in the idea of practicing and I must say If you are a writer or wannabe you must have to practice.

Forgot to mention, earlier days of freelancing also supported me to become a better writer. Importantly, it focuses on the powerful word ‘practice’.

These words by Jeff inspired me completely, “I used to be like that, you know, used to call myself a “wannabe” writer, because I was too scared to claim the title. I found ways to procrastinate the work I was born to do all because of fear. I sabotaged myself before I began”.

No doubt, I also faced such times when I was scared to write. I tried to overcome the fear of poor writing but with time and abundant practice I became more confident.

Final words

I am a writer! And I have to write. When and how to write is again a different discussion, but one thing I know is I have to constantly write.

I would love to hear what are your thoughts about the idea of practicing and how can I do that with an ease?

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The Old Woman in the Wood (Rewritten)


On a pretty sunset, a girl planned to travel to the nearest town with her family. The girl belonged to a poor family, dependent on little resources. Unluckily, the family got attacked by a group of robbers. The girl tried to escape and eventually, succeeded. The fortunate girl hurriedly ran toward the forest and hid behind a tall tree.

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The forest was packed with giant trees, scary enough to dodge a stranger. Different kinds of birds were humming around the trees to greet a new strange bird, who flew from the neighboring city. The dense forest scared the kind-hearted girl, but she found solace in a peaceful, quiet tree.

As the girl was resting behind the tree, a beautiful dove came and brought a golden key. The girl was stunned to look at the calm small bird who was holding a golden key in its beak. She was astonished as the bird pointed her to unlock the tree. She quickly unlocked the tree with the help of golden key and felt overjoyed as she made an instant glance at the food.

As the sky turned dark and night arrived, the bird came again. This time, it brought the girl to another adjacent tree with a bed. She exclaimed with a thanking gratitude and started living in the forest for a couple of days. Every day, the bird came and helped her in many ways to survive.

One day the dove asked the girl to do a favor, to which she agreed willingly. The bird told her that she had to go to a wooden house of an old woman in search of a plain ring. The house will have an inner room, filled with splendid rings but she had to find a plain ring. But, it advised strictly to the girl that she should not interact with the woman.

The girl with a sincere heart followed all the instructions and was hopeful to bring the ring for the dove.

She entered the wooden house and welcomed by the old woman but the girl did not respond. Despite old woman’s anger, she stepped further toward the inner room and looked for the ring. The girl got bewildered as there was no plain ring at all.

The wicked old woman put effort to carry off the bird cage overlooking the girl’s sight. The brave girl snatched the cage and ran toward the forest. She felt contented as she got the bird cage because it had a bird with a plain ring in its beak.

The girl was excited to meet the dove and hand over the plain ring. She thought to take rest against the tree and wait for the bird. As she was waiting anxiously, the tree turned into a handsome man and turned his arms around the pretty girl and kissed her.

The girl was surprised as the handsome man revealed that old woman is a witch who had turned him into a tree from the last year. But, he was lucky that he had the chance to become a bird for two hours a day. The dove who helped the girl and asked for a favor was also the same young man. He was thankful that the girl accomplished and saved him from the curse of the witch.

The other young fellows and attendants of the man also turned into humans and thanked with gratitude to the young girl.

The handsome hunk was not a common man, he was a Prince and belonged to the King’s Kingdom. The Prince and his companions headed toward the Kingdom to reunite with the family.

Everyone at the Kingdom praised the girl and acknowledged her fearlessness to trick the wicked old lady.

Finally, the Prince found the heroic girl as the Princess and they got happily married.

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I got this fiction challenge from thewritepractice.com where Jeff Elkin posted this writing practice with Grimm Fairy Tales.

Hope you all enjoyed my rewritten story =)

Happy blogging !

Finish It# 31 – Few quivering moments


The earth was trembling. Not sure what to do she grabbed her little girl, hoping her son and husband were safe. Within no time, the worried mother of two rushed toward the patio to see his son. The last time she saw him playing in the garden area. Now, He was found nowhere!

The nerve wrecking situation became intense when she got no replies of her husband who was winding up his work before few minutes in the basement. The shaking earth frightened the little girl so badly that she closed her teary eyes and hugged her mother tightly. The courageous lady approached the basement for safe reasons but was disappointed to see no signs of her husband Harry and 7-year old son Paul anywhere in the house. She kept on screaming “Dear Paul, Are you listening to your mother? I am right here”. But there was pin-dropped silence which disheartens the mother’s hope.

As soon as the vibration settled down, she went upstairs and again, searched for the two dear men of her life. However, little Sara was hanged up at her back.

Suddenly, Sara stopped her mother and pointed, “Mama look!there is Dad and Paul”

Harry and Paul helped the old-aged couple from the trembling earth and shifted them to a safer place. Paul was little scared but, was contended to find his mother and little sister in good. Harry was also in a rejuvenating mood to see his dear women in safe.

This deadly hustle of few minutes caught everyone in contact with the fluster of nature. Not sure what to do she grabbed her little girl and asked a prayer with her husband and son in a low voice.

Hey friends, I have picked up another fiction writing challenge named as “Finish It” and I find it really interesting.

Finish It! story challenge by Author S B Mazing. Thank you.

May 22 – Dodge to Jealous monster


STORY A DAY (Writing prompts, May 22- Time For Something Different)

Saira whispered something fishy to Lilly. The packed mathematics class did not notice the wicked plan, the girls discussed. Students were paying full concentration to Professor’s detailed lecture on Algebra. The girls, Saira and lilly, on the other side, were pretending to be physically present with absent minds. Algebra seemed to be a threatening monster that eats up intelligent minds avariciously. Girls assume that their tranquil minds, filled with extremely unique ideas,get swallowed then digested by that mosquito faced monster and how come they imagine a life, gets sucked with algebra, attacking monster. Lilly roared with a screeching voice, No! I can’t let my beautiful mind be trapped and hijacked by unidentified warriors of mathematics. As the time of execution strikes clock, Saira, with the help of chair, quickly lied on the floor without hurting herself and Lilly yelled shockingly(over reacted), “Saira is fainted! she needs to take medicines”. Before the Algebra Professor exchanges a reply, Lilly interrupted, “I will take her home to get rest”.

Girls with impish talents,heroically escaped from jealous creepy monster.

May 20 – Fatima meets Mr.Rahim


STORY A DAY – STORY IN THE PRESENT TENSE

Fatima always dreams of spending a day alone outside her home. Her dream comes true on a bright,shiny day of summers, she left her house carrying her favorite brown leather handbag on the shoulders. Handbag has a chilled water bottle, a fresh lemon juice and some eatables. Riding on the bicycle, fatima notices that Mr Rahim is carrying a heavy sack of loaded vegetables toward the market for selling and earning his livelihood. She immediately parked the bicycle and asked Mr.rahim to take her bicycle and return when he is done with his work. The old man has refused earlier but on insisting by soft heartened fatima, he agrees and takes bicycle. She also gave him a lemon juice and eatables.

The girl started walking toward market, without any purpose, just to experience about the nature of people. She observes new people and deeply think how is everyone so different with each other. Some man give an annoying stare while few women comments on her as she is walking all alone. She keeps on asking abrupt questions to herself, “Why people are always in hurry”? Why they put efforts to judge others? Does no one care for a stranger?

Roaming for about two hours, she returns home with confused emotions about the depressing attitudes of the people, whom she met outside. She realizes that she has not seen a kind and humble person in the whole day and concludes with an idea that it’s far better to sit inside and do not dream about the imaginary loved world outside.

On her way to sleep, Fatima suspiciously notices that a man is trying to push the main entrance door of the house. She feels little worried but hopeful that she has seen this man today and he has a generous heart. As she opens the door, she is over-whelmed to see that a family of 8 people have come to thank her for letting helping hand to their father today when he was going toward market to sell vegetables.

“Why you let your old-aged father to work such hard”, asked fatima from the elder son of Mr.rahim. He replies that our father had a discussion with us last week that I want to see if there is still any kind and humble human being in this world who would help a strange old-aged man and give everything she/he has and if I find such person in two weeks, I will not suffer hard and relax.

Today You have made me wrong Fatima, said Mr. Rahim happily. Fatima smiles and replied back the same to Mr. Rahim, “You have made me wrong too”.

May 13 – 100 words


Ella with her love
Ella woke up from a terrible dream, she was still in shock and despair. Grabbing a glass of chilled water from her side table, she quickly looked outside the square window and kept an instant sight on Jupiter, a dog with a cute smile. Ella found Jupiter with some strange awkward behaviors directing towards the horny bushes. As already being awfully concerned for her love of life, Jupiter, she ran downstairs speedily with bare-foots and hugged the dog warmly. As she deeply detected the area around bushes, She cracked creepy laugh to accuse a red-eyed black kitten rather a thief or mugger.

The free Style Writing Challenge


I got an inspiration from saadiapeerzada for the freestyle writing challenge. I find it too interesting and exciting. Below are the rules for the challenge.
Open an MS Word document

1. Set a stop watch or your mobile to 5 minutes or 10 minutes whichever challenge you think you can beat.

2. You topic is at the foot of this post BUT DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.

3. Fill the word doc with as much words as you want. once you began writing do not stop even to turn.

4. Do not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check in MS WORD (it is only meant for you to reflect on your own control of sensible thought flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write the right spelling and stick to grammar rules)

5. You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals. However, if you do, it would be best.

6. At the end of your post write down ‘No. Of words =_____’ so that we would have an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.

7. Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new Topic for your nominees and copy paste these rules with your nominations (at least 5 bloggers).

MY JOURNEY SO FAR

I am proud to confess here I lived a wonderful blessed life. Journey till today, 11th of may, is fantastic and exciting. With many ups and down in life, I didn’t let go myself in the dark dooms of the society. In various circumstances, I hold a strong faith(emaan) in ALLAH, the supernatural authority. I have bold belief that ALLAH does not let go his people on wrong path, until he/she decides to.

The simple journey of mine included many zigzag routes in the manner of accomplishing studies and moving into a far city from my hometown. With many hurdles in our way, everyone did immense struggle to become who we are today. By living an independent live, I have learn different norms of society, the changing behaviors and the generous attitudes. What I gained is a lesson of utter importance is that If you want to see yourself on high destination or on high standards, you need to take stand for yourself and fight till end.

word count: 173
my comments: I write whatever comes quickly in my mind.
Time: 8 minutes

My nominees are:

Fatemawaty from https://ishlahii.wordpress.com/

Tanveer Rauf from Just Bliss https://tanveerrauf.wordpress.com/

Nimmi from https://feelingsoulmate.wordpress.com/

Maryam from https://maryamtalentisaflame.wordpress.com/

Random Bytes From Life

Akhiz from https://akhizmunawar.wordpress.com/

My topic for the interesting writing challenge is: Untold Dreams

Write effortlessly and you will enjoy.

Good Luck !