For Muslims across the world, Ramadhan is a special opportunity to turn a corner and adopt desirable virtues recommended by our Prophet (p.b.u.h), among other things.
This Ramadhan am challening myself to accurately depict at least five of these virtues, through the most expressive creative way I can think of. In my case I chose microfiction.
The singular rule of the challenge being that particular virtue to be depicted should be hidden in the subtext and left to the reader to guess which one it is, meaning neither the title nor the dialogue of the characters should explicitly reveal the virtue in question.
Though I’ve started very late I do hope my fellow writers will join in with their own particular genre and flair that they prefer.
He lay down under a canvas of black and silver dots, a sky mindless of him and his condition, contemplating a truth he had just stumbled upon.
He remembered a bed of roses that could fit twenty, now traded in for a cardboard that did just enough to keep the cold at bay.
Earlier in the morning, he’d seen his own reflection on the bonnet of a car. He had struggled to identify both the model and himself.
He wondered about those mornings spent in boardrooms and afternoons spent in courtrooms and evenings spent in ballrooms, in the search for consequence, now exchanged for days spent dodging municipal officers.
He’d been everywhere, seen everyone, done everything. He’d belonged to everyone and everyone had been his.
And now he’d discovered a truth that belonged to him and him alone.
The truth that he regretted not trading his billions for the happiness of people he’d never met, much earlier.