“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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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