Scarecrow! Scarecrow! You are a scarecrow! Asim is a scarecrow”, Mamata saw from her kitchen window, Asim, surrounded by neighborhood kids was protesting “You are a scarecrow”. Some kid pushed Asim down to ground.

Kids were teasing him for his appearance. A thin scrawny body, that appear small compared to his big head. Yes, kids can be such a bully.

beta, go and bring your brother home.” Mamta asked her older son.

Mamata had asked his sons to look after her flower garden. They were building a scarecrow. Unnoticed, Asim had gone out to play with neighborhood kids.

Maa, I am not a scarecrow, am I?” asked Asim in a choked voice,”why all of them call me one?”

A rare genetic disease has made Asim’s head appear disproportionately big compared to his torso. Mamata did not undertake a profiling for inherited disease. Now she feels guilty for Asim’s predicament.

They don’t know you beta. You are my best son. I love you so much,” consoled Mamata, holding her son in a tight embrace. She wished she could take away all his pain.

Asim must grow up like a normal child and be prepared to face the world.” resolved Mamata.

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Word Count: 199

This little piece of fiction was inspired by the weekly prompt challenge hosted by Sunday Photo Fiction August 18, 2018, for Aspiring Writers. Thanks for reading!

Picture Credit: Anurag Bakshi

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  1. Children, I have found, are cruel because they have cruel parents or parents who do not teach how to be kind.
    I was bullied too… for being to shy and always the new student in class…

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