He adjusts the two-month old ring on his ring finger. Even though it’s been a couple of months since he’s worn it, he still isn’t used to having a piece of metal hugging his finger, especially since all his life he’s avoided wearing rings of any kind. And even though a lot have said that it’s “sunnah” to do so, he’d never liked the idea of wearing rings. It seemed unnecessary, a trinket put on your body for little purpose other than to showoff that one has the means to put some silver or gold near one’s knuckles.
But the one he’s wearing right now makes sense to him. It is, if nothing else, a reminder. It reminds him of the promise that he’s made to the person that he most cherishes in the world and is both figuratively and literally the only family family member that he has chosen to spend the rest of his days with. It reminds him to take care of the things he loves, and to not be reckless and negligent in going through life. It reminds him that at times, things can get uncomfortable sometimes, but life would feel incomplete without it. He remembers the time last week that he had to play rugby, and so he had to take off the ring. The whole time he had the ring off, it felt like something was missing from his finger, like it wasn’t complete. It missed the ring. It has now come to the point where the ring and his finger are one and cannot be separated for too long, or else it’ll get even more uncomfortable.
So he’ll keep adjusting his ring often, fidget with it, spin it around his finger, take it off and put it back on again, sometimes play with it absent-mindedly while doing other things. But he’ll keep it because he now needs it to feel complete.