Short Story: The Story of Hicky and Micky by Rehanul Hoque

Rehanul Hoque shares a poignant saga full of ups and downs depicting a powerful coming-of-age journey.

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“Mom, look at that beautiful house over there with the stunning white dome!” Hicky cried out in excitement. “See how the arches and those tall, grand pillars hold up the huge roof with its sleek glass railings, capturing every beam of light. Just look at how the sun’s rays hit the glass, scattering in a dazzling display and turning the entire rooftop into a lukewarm zone. In this chilling winter, it might be that the warmth of the sun has seeped into the smooth surface, making it glow with a gentle, golden hue. The pigeons living there must be drinking life to the lees, how happy are they! I guess standing by the railings, one could almost feel the energy of the sun, as if the light itself was alive, weaving a spell of brilliance over the entire space, isn’t it so, Mom?

“Mom, look, look again! Look at all those carts filled with potatoes, wheat, and corn going into that house,” he exclaimed, eyes wide with wonder. “If we were there, we wouldn’t have to starve anymore! It’s like a dreamland. I don’t understand why we’re stuck living in this slum when that place exists. But one day, I’ll be there. Just wait and see—I’m going to make it there.”