avatarAdelia Ritchie, PhD

Summary

An aged woman navigates through a bustling, aromatic market, reflecting on life's uncertainties and seeking respite at a familiar café, in a 75-word microfiction piece.

Abstract

In "Insha’Allah," a poignant 75-word novel poem, we follow an elderly woman with a cane as she braves the chaotic environment of an ancient market. She fends off the pleas of young beggars with the phrase "just one Dirham, insha’Allah," while being engulfed by the vivid scents and sensations around her. The heat and the relentless mosquitos are a backdrop to her determined journey, driven by a hopeful thirst for companionship at "Rick’s Café Americain." This piece is part of a series that celebrates the art of microfiction, inviting readers to explore more at "The Open Kimono."

Opinions

  • The author conveys a sense of resilience and determination in the protagonist, who continues her journey despite the challenges she faces.
  • The narrative suggests a blend of weariness and enduring hope as the woman anticipates finding comfort or familiarity at the café.
  • The use of "insha’Allah," meaning "God willing," reflects a cultural context where faith and fate intertwine with daily life.
  • The description of the market's olfactory assault and the intrusion of mosquitos paints a vivid picture of the setting, highlighting the author's skill in creating immersive environments with brevity.
  • The mention of "Rick’s Café Americain" hints at a connection to the classic film "Casablanca," possibly alluding to themes of love, memory, and the passage of time.
  • The invitation to read more microfiction at "The Open Kimono" suggests a celebration of concise, impactful storytelling and an appreciation for poetry in prose.

Insha’Allah

Another in a series of 75-word novel poems

Photo by Laura Cortesi on Unsplash

There could be no surprises left, she thought, as she made her way through the ancient market, wielding her cane like a scimitar against the small brown gypsy boys begging for just one Dirham, insha’Allah.

Pungent scents of paprika, chilies, garlic, camel dung, smoky incense invaded her nostrils as mosquitos helicoptered down inside her veil to drink from descending rivulets of sweat.

At last, desperately thirsty, she spotted Rick’s Café Americain, certain he would be there.

— Adapted from a series of 75-word novels, just for the fun of it.

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75 Word Poems
Poetry
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