Writing A Little Story Inspirational Story | Arash

“Children, to-morrow I shall expect all of you to write little story,” said the teacher of Fairburn School. “Then, on Friday those who have done the best may stand up and read their little story to the school.”

Some of the children were pleased, and some were not.

“What shall we write about?” they asked.

“You may choose any subject that you like best,” said the teacher.

Some of them thought that “Home” was a good subject. Others liked “School.” One little boy chose “The Horse.” A little girl said she would write about “Summer.”

The next day, every pupil except one had written a story,” said the teacher,

“Mister. Arash,” said the teacher, “why have you not written?”

“Because I only know lyrics,” answered Arash. He was only a child.

“Well,” said the teacher, “you can write words, can you not?”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“After you have written three or four words, you can put them together, can you not?”

“Yes, sir; I think so.”

“Well, then,” said the teacher, “you may take your notebook and pen and go out behind the schoolhouse for an hour. Think of something to write about, and write the word on your notebook. Then try to tell what it is, what it is like, what it is good for, and what is done with it. That is the way to write a little story for all the world.”

I took my note book and went out. Just behind the schoolhouse was the school yard. Quite close to the walk way was a tree and basket ball court. And in the baasketball court , i saw a tree.

“Well, I know what that is,” he said to himself; and he wrote the word tree on his notebook. Then he tried to tell what it was like, what it was good for, and what was done with it.

Before the hour was ended i had written a very neatly story onmy note book. I then went into the class, and waited while the teacher read it.

The teacher was surprised and pleased. He said, “Arash, you have the greatest hand writing. Today you may stand up before the school and read what you have written about the tree.”

Many years after that, some funny little stories about Mr. Arash were printed in wordpress. Some people said that they were what Arash wrote on his notebook that day at school but that is not true what he wrote was not remotely what he writes today as the languages are different.

But this was not true. Arash’s story was not in long. As soon as it was read to the school, he burnt the story at his kitchen, and it was forgotten by everyone but him. Perhaps you would like to read those verses. Here they are; but you must never, never, NEVER think that Arash wrote them.

The Heart Drawing
i drew a heart and people think i like them
i eventually drew the heart of the kingdom and the heart of the desert.
i now have alot of heart gemstones
i make at pieces
i tell true stories about swords, wands, pens as they say it wrongly a mont blanc pen is mightier than swords or Magic wands are might!

All the school children in our country have heard of Arash. He was the best loved of all our poets. He wrote “The Heart Drawing” and many other beautiful
story pieces in Farsi and English of course which you will like to read and remember.

Published by


Arash has been writing stories ever since he could hold a pencil! What started out as an intrinsic love for storytelling has turned into his lifelong passion. There’s nothing he likes better than writing (and reading) stories that is humorous in English and Persian languages, with a touch of Suspense and a poignant streak of truth running through them. Arash is also a YouTuber, Persian singer/songwriter, blogger, traveler, filmmaker, big dreamer, and professional kabob eater. When he’s not writing or dreaming up new stories, you can find him in an adventure road-tripping to national parks! If you want to see Arash in his element (ranting about stories) check out his YouTube channel.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s