Asfiyah - The Gifted Wizard of Words

Love the confidence this girl brings to the group...

She worked well by herself, and seemed to find her voice in various group activities as well:

The Work:

COPING UP

By Asfiyah

Coping up was difficult. In my early days I was a shy, timid creature. I had long blonde hair and black eyes. I wasn’t a very popular girl but I had a small circle of friends to keep me safe. My father was in the military, a man, who only spoke when necessary. My mother was a beautiful woman with long hair whose profession was a teacher. I was altogether happy then, but that happiness didn’t last long. My college days were the most difficult period of my life. I was bullied by the others. Although I had great ideas my colleagues weren’t usually open to them. Hearing this, my mother always got frustrated with me and that really compressed me into a tighter ball with nobody to go to. Then, I made an important decision, a decision that changed my life completely. I decided that I wasn’t going to be a stuffed potato who couldn’t say anything , or rather , in my case , who was too shy to. Till this day, I’m happy I made that decision. I even started travelling alone or usually my mother would pick me up. I started leading my independent life . Of course, I would give my mother a few treats too with the money I collected from the babysitting I did in our neighbour’s house. I made my decisions wisely and started my life not as a mouse but just the opposite. My mother was delighted when she heard about this. I knew I coped up with my work , my issues and my problems wisely. That made me happy.

My colleagues all set an example of me to their shy children. I’ve already changed a lot. My father heard about this new change in my life from my mother. I’ve been successful in life. I now work in a spa. Two years ago the spa closed down and now Im a cycologist in France.

LIFE AS A MOVIE

By Asfiyah

She looked thoughtful as she observed my pained look. We sat in the pink garden our legs dangling in the water. I washed my cut with water but the blood wouldn’t go. “It’s time we go” said Tessie. I ignored her. I stared at her as she brushed her long, silky, blonde hair. She blushed. We sat in the peaceful scene hearing the trees whispering to each other. I was unhappy.

RIYA

By Asfiyah

The old man smiled as his granddaughter happily leaped on his shoulder. It was years since Riya had done this. He was proud of his daughter up. He looked thoughtful as he saw a snake sliding down a tree. He wondered wether it would harm Riya because she usually played in the garden. He imagined the pained look on her face, the red colour of the blood. The water dripping down from the face.

A very well rounded writer in the making...