The Little One

He cried in joy as he came out of his mother's womb. His little eyes could not produce tears this early, he cried in joy, happy to enter this world.
He imagined the love of his mother that he was going to receive, the warmth and care that would be only for him, the affection that his father would give him.


He was laid in the cold. It was so warm in the womb, he shivered slightly, his little body seemed so delicate. Finally he could move his little feet and hand freely without hurting his mother. He cried with more joy at the freedom that he had. His little ears could pick up the sounds of passing traffic around him, he longed to hear his mother's voice that he had heard all this time when he was developing into human, the sweet voice which had helped him grow.


His little hands explored the surroundings, it was wet and it smelled bad. Maybe thats how this new world is he had thought. Suddenly it started raining, he cried with glee as the rain drops fell on his new born skin. But the rain drops kept pouring at him and he shivered with cold. No one came to comfort him. No mother to keep him warm in her embrace, no dad to hug him and kiss his forehead. No relatives to make noise and the gleeful chatter, all he heard was the sound of traffic passing by the garbage chute in which he was abandoned.

A Letter To The Rain

This one is related to the recent floods in Pakistan due to excessive Monsoon rains.

It would be worth an effort if it touches even a single heart of the affected people and strengthen their spirits.

Dear Rain,


You might be mighty then us. You took away our homes, our lands, our crops and everything we owned. 
You ruined everything that we made working hard all these years. There is water everywhere, still we don't have clean water to drink. Contagious diseases are rampant due to floods. We lost our loved ones in the floods and didn't had the dead bodies to give them a decent burial. 
We are left with nothing to wear, nothing to sleep on and nothing to eat. 


But you know what, you can never take one thing from us, our hope and strength are still high. If we made our homes before, we will make them again. It's true that our eyes are filled with tears but we haven't forgotten how to smile. 
We might be poorly fed, homeless and weather stuck but we know how to thank Allah in all the conditions. We have faith that one day it will all be fine. 
We are the nation that knows very well how to rise from our own ashes, our history witnesses it and believe us, time and world will witness our rise again Insha Allah.


                                                                                                                            Pakistanis

A Little Thought

This is another share that was worth sharing...


Pencil: I'm sorry

Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.


Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.


Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.


I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.


Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on. Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.


All my life, I've been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day, all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.

The Floral Map Of The World..

Lets Turn the Earth into a place where peace is sown, love is harvested and serenity blossoms..

My second Digital work. The first one got me a prize which i least expected.