Ramin Hoodeh

An encounter with mercy

A long time ago, Ali had found himself lost, desolate and trapped in the confines of a cold, dark prison cell. Boredom wasn’t stillness; boredom was sameness. Ali’s life had become an infinite stream of cyclical monotony; no day was any different from the other, and there was no prospect that the day after would differ from the last. Ali craved stimulus, even of the adverse kind. For even conflict would inject some life into him, and resuscitate the purpose of his remaining years.