I open the chest and feast on the sight of my mother’s dresses. Greens and blues and rich ochres – shades of Earth and sea and sky. I have her colouring. I could wear these now.
Father should have disposed of them all, but he refuses, believing in miracles.
I close the lid and continue to my mother’s couch. We sit together, two black-shrouded figures. I stroke her arm to still the tremor that has lingered since the caning, since the vibrant colours of her skirt glimpsed beneath a wind-blown black burka offended a spying neighbour, and we finally understood the new morality.
*****
This story came to mind after hearing a brief radio news item this morning about ISIS “morality police” in one of their remaining strongholds in Syria being out and about measuring the length of men’s beards. The irony of the phrase struck me anew.
In 2002 I taught English to a group of Afghan men who had been accepted into Australia as refugees. I heard some of their stories of atrocities, and since then the plight of victims of cruel regimes is never far from my mind.
This post is for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly flash fiction link-up hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can read the other 100 word stories here.
Powerful story, and a timely reminder. Well done.
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Thank you, Iain. It’s important not to take our freedoms for granted, I believe.
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I’m thinking God would disapprove of the morality police.
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I agree with you. It seems ‘morality’ is a very rubbery word.
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Very dark and powerful. And sadly not entirely fiction.
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Thank you, Ali. You’re right – not entirely fiction, unfortunately.
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Dear Margaret,
Three words for your story: Stunning, tragic and powerful.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle. It’s encouraging to know my message comes through in this one.
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This is very powerful, and very sad. We are in a maelstrom of hatred and bigotry.
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These are sad times. Thank you, Gabriele for your comment. I’m glad my story’s message comes through.
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This really packs a punch and has educated me somewhat.
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Thank you, Louise. I’m glad my story has impact.
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I have to agree with everyone here. That was a powerfully, stunning piece of writing. Thankfully my fingers work, because I am speechless.
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Thank you for your encouraging feedback, Dale. It’s a confronting topic, I know.
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Add my agreement to those above. A powerful well written story.
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Thank you for your encouraging comment.
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I think this might be the story of the week for me, Margaret. Stunning!
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What a lovely comment. Thank you, Sandra.
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This is shocking – very well written.
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I’m glad its message came through. Thank you.
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Your story was poignant without the editorial, I appreciate you adding it.
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I’m encouraged by your comment, Dawn. Thank you.
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Beautifully written with such a powerful effect yet delicately woven.
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Thank you, Poppy. It’s good to know it worked – difficult to capture what I wanted in 100 words.
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Very powerful. A perfect glimpse at the suffering some endure and the inconceivable mindsets of some
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Inconceivable is a good word for such mindsets. I’m glad my story spoke to you. Thank you for your lovely comment, Michael.
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Thank you for this story. It really stuck a cord. I’m almost in tears. Well done.
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It’s a sad state of affairs. I’m glad my point came through, Alicia. Thanks for letting me know.
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Such a grim reality… somehow I would hate to live in a world where we believe any type of such policing would exist.
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Yes, it’s distressing to know that so many people live under these conditions. Hard to understand. Thanks for commenting, Bjorn.
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So sad and as others have said, still very relevent. One has to be automatically suspicious of anyone claiming morality over another human being. Discussion – yes. Guidance – perhaps. But policing? No. Powerfully written
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Thank you, Lynn. I’m very slow in replying to your lovely comment – sorry about that.
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My pleasure and really no problem. It often takes me a few days to reply to comments too – too much going on 🙂
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Your story leaves a chill – a remnder of how millions of women have to live.
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Yes, it is chilling. There are so many who have to surrender to the will of others just to remain safe and healthy. It’s a grievous situation.
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How terrible, Margaret. We who live in peaceful places don’t realize the hell those poor people go through. Let’s hope that terrible group is destroyed. We know they don’t surrender. Good writing. —- Suzanne
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It’s tragic what women in some parts of the world have to go through. Thank you for your comment, Suzanne, and once again I apologise for not replying sooner.
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