Rowley and mr. Ramadan

136.Rowley Jefferson, a sprightly 11-year-old, was not the brightest star in the sky, but he was energetic and full of curiosity. His family celebrated Christian holidays like Christmas and Easter, but they were never particularly religious. It was more about tradition and family gatherings.
Rowley had an eccentric fascination for a set of children's books centered around characters known as 'Mr. Men.’ He would hassle his tired father into reading these books to him practically every day. they were some called Mr. ballsack, Mr thickfuck, mr poo, mr heartfrield and mr hitler One sunny afternoon, while flipping through the collection, Rowley stumbled upon a novel instance. The title read, 'Mr. Christmas,' but he misconstrued it mistakenly as 'Mr. Ramadan.' Not knowing how to read well, he was ensnared by his curiosity.
Darting towards his mother, he begged her to tell him about this new 'Mr. Ramadan' he believed he had discovered. His mother gently corrected him about his reading error but also informed him about what Ramadan, a month of fasting observed by Muslims, was. One major aspect she explained was fasting from dawn to dusk which meant abstaining from food and drink.
This revelation sparked an extraordinary idea in Rowley. With a burst of enthusiasm, he declared that he would try fasting. But the moment he announced it, he mindlessly bit into an apple. As his teeth broke the apple's skin, the sudden crunch made him recognize his act, and he was quick to say, "Oops, I guess I gave up."
Still not completely defeated, Rowley thought of his friend, Darwin, a quiet boy with a peculiar lifestyle. Darwin, often seen with a sunken stomach, ate and drank very little because his parents couldn't afford much. He was like a dehydrated fish and made Rowley wonder if perhaps Darwin was a Muslim.
Still garbed in his odd diaper – yes, a diaper at 11 – Rowley sprinted to Darwin's house with his newfound knowledge. He shared his thoughts about Darwin possibly being a Muslim because of his lifestyle. However, Darwin clarified the reality of his situation, which had nothing to do with fasting.
Just then, the sight of a delicious donut sparked hope in Darwin's eyes. As he reached out for it, Rowley, ever so committed to his misinterpretation, panicked. Afraid that Darwin would break his 'fast,' he shoved Darwin inside a zorb ball he found in the backyard, and sent him off to the sea. Rowley watched gleefully as Darwin floated away, convinced that he saved his friend from breaking the fast.
Rowley's mother later gave him a pleasant bath. As he splashed about, making playful arcs of bubbles, she brought a book explaining different religious festivals. However, as expected from Rowley, he dropped the book into the water, turning his bath into a unique book-bath.
Later that evening, Rowley sat down for supper. His meal was a plain bowl of oatmeal , which he ate with childlike gusto in his comfortable PJs. His parents cooed over him, tickled pink at his innocent enthusiasm. he then pooed in his bowl. They cherished this moment so much that they captured it as a cherished memory, clicking a photo, and framing it. And thus, Rowley's quirky adventure of what he believed was his day of fasting got etched in the family’s treasure trove of memories.