Faiz lay in the dusty corner of his dwelling. A rat scrutinized him and spotting a friend, scurried away. It was Faiz’s second day in the ocean liner. He had sneaked into the ship when it halted briefly in his war torn nation. His parents were now in prison just because they belonged to a particular sect.
Faiz had spent two days in an unnoticed part of the liner. He tiptoed to the dining room during the night. A lady, probably a cook, had given him some sandwiches the previous night. She neither reported nor questioned him. One look at him and she was moved. Why was this stranger so kind when his long-time neighbours pointed fingers at his family, leading to their persecution? Faiz did not understand the world.
He looked at the beautiful sunrise. It was time to return to his narrow space. But, he would rise like the sun as soon as the ship reached its destination. Faiz smiled for the first time.
Written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction