| General Poetry
posted May 2, 2022 |
through the lens of an infidel
3/something: my Kyrgyzstani housemate Elim tells me he has a hankering for steak. I cook him some bacon and eggs, forgetting that he is nominally Muslim. He is offended, but eats it.
4/1: I announce to Elim that it is April Fool's Day. Elim says it is the first day of Ramadan. I ask Elim if he's going to bomb me for April Fool's Day. Elim says that's not funny.
4/2: I enquire more about Elim's Ramadan fast. He explains that he can only eat and drink while the sun is down. No water? No water. I tell him that's crazy.
4/3: Elim says he is going to go to the gym today. I tell him that's a really bad idea because your muscles absorb a lot of water when you work out and he is not replenishing his fluids. He goes anyway, does a bunch of weights, and regrets it.
4/4: Elim is tired on the way back from work, and rear-ends a truck. His bumper is smashed up and the hood is buckled from hitting the tow bar. I suggest he should get it fixed on his day off.
4/6: Elim is obsessed with steak and keeps telling me to go with him to the Texas Roadhouse. I finally agree, even though I am on a very tight budget. I get there first and order a beer. Elim calls right after my beer arrives to inform me that while driving on the highway, the wind resistance overcame whatever static friction was keeping his damaged hood in place, and it just flew up and smashed his windshield. Luckily he was driving in the right lane and was able to pull over, as he couldn't see anything with the hood blocking his view. I go home. Elim continues to the restaurant and gets his steak.
4/9: We go to a German place for dinner. I order pork. Elim does not order pork. Elim leaves a lousy tip for good service. I tell him that's not ok. My car gets towed after about 20 minutes for parking in a poorly marked nightclub lot. I argue with the towing people. Luckily we drove separately. Elim shuttles me to the tow lot. They make me pay $160 cash to get it back. I promise revenge on Yelp.
4/20: With sunrise coming earlier every day, Elim is missing breakfasts. He is grouchier than normal and challenges me to an arm wrestling match. I beat him with my left arm.
4/31: It's Saturday night. Elim has repeatedly mentioned this Uzbek place. We drive there. The food is amazing. He says it's even better in New York.
5/2: Elim says he should slaughter a sheep to celebrate the end of Ramadan. I marinate some lamb. I tell Elim about this writing contest and ask if he wants to submit an entry. He thinks people will just make fun of Muslims in the contest. I show him the two entries that are already up. He is impressed.
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Ramadan Run writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
May 1 marks the end of Ramadan. Share a short piece about it. Poetry or prose, serious or satire or fiction or non-fiction, all formats accepted, 500 words max.
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