An Inspiration From The Author
THE STORY OF THE GAZA BOY
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...THE STORY OF THE CHILD OF GAZA...
... My name is Mahmed As-Sauqi. I was born in a town called HAMAS GAZA. I am the first of two children of Menhi Zain and Siti Faiqoh. I was very different from the others, my family had black hair, straight eyelids and yellowish white skin. While I, have brown hair, round eyes, a slight lack of fingers and not at all look like my other family....
...In my heart I was moved, happy to see Abi spirit in farming. Unfortunately Abi was not interested once to teach me about farming things. Strange, even though Abi is very routine to shake and maintain his livestock and children. Maybe Abi wants me to be different from him....
... At first, I thought a storm was coming. But the sky outside looked bright and bright. It turned out that in the distance there was a rumbling sound of explosions like firecrackers on the eve of the new year. Occasionally, 1-3 civilian houses were razed by bulldozers with a rumbling sound in the distance. We-the family doesn't talk much, trying to live this life with a prayer’. Occasionally, such events occur. Feeling scared even my little Vier-brother woke up. People–local people running in the streets, shouting “please-please” and crying. I'm sure it must have been a black soldier. Now I know that it was just us feeling scared. Outside the people were still shouting, but Umi who was next to Vier still continued chanting the holy verse of the Koran: Yasin walqur’anil-judge. Sometimes until something all happened after that, I can listen to the chanting of Umi verse back....
... No one knew what was going on outside. People are no longer crying out for help. Umi thinks Abi is downstairs, peering through the curtain slips, waiting for the black uniforms to leave. True to Umi's guess, Abi went downstairs to be able to see and tell us when things were calm. Then something caught his attention Abi. Abi saw a thick plume of smoke from inside the warehouse. “Be careful Abi,” says umi in the crevices of curtains. Abi just gave Isyaroh to be able to fix it. We are not farmers, but most of our villages raise horse animals. And now in the late afternoon Abi can only see smoke. It must have been the black uniform that threw the gas torch or it could have been the village robbers. Whether it was right or wrong, Abi only thought of saving the cattle, then Abi ran to the warehouse to make sure....
... I do not know when I first realized what was going on, but umi suddenly called out “Abi” then Umi barked fire. “Abi” when there is no answer Umi tried to approach, down one by one stairs. Vier and I watched from the window as Umi ran out of the house towards the warehouse....
... Umi pulled something bent over as if she was pulling a sack of seeds from the warehouse. In the darkness Umi is almost impossible to see that Umi is actually pulling someone's ankle. Vier who first managed to recognize the figure “it Abi” he said. ...
... I never know for sure what the real cause is. Maybe the smoke was too thick to make Abi's head hit the wooden cross. Or perhaps a black uniform had hit him on the head with iron or perhaps with his gun. Or it might also be caused by the village robbers. Whatever happens, Umi's late....
... Vier and I walked up to Umi. I saw clearly Abi's body, the remnants of the blood so deep flooded, Abi's breath no longer snorted. “Abi. Abi.. we need Abi, Abi we love Abi, Abi. wake Abi, wake up” said Umi, with her tears flowing, so did Vier and I, unable to hold back these tears....
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... Umi became a different person after the Abi incident. Umi let down, the clothes she wore were sometimes dirty. Umi sometimes wore the same clothes for days. Umi is no longer like the previous days When Abi was still there, always joking and joking. And when smiling, what is seen is a strange smile without a shape that is decorated with regret and sadness....
... “Kring. Kring,” doorbell rings and umi who approached him. I followed her behind Umi all the way to the doorway. “You have 30 minutes to pack your things. You will be moved to Jarussalem.” The man in the suit said that to Umi and I who was at the back door listened to him. Then the man in the suit came out the door of the other house....
... “Mahmed quickly there his clothes fold and put in the suitcase as well as his Vier” tell us after turning his body from the door....
... That's when Umi decided not to be able to stay occupied this again. Grateful Umi still has a cousin who lives in the city of Jarussalem. The place is quite a lot of Muslims but one among the thousands. I think Umi thinks that a large number of Muslims will provide safe security. ...
... We arrived in the town of Jarussalem when I was 11 years old and I had many happy memories of the first two years of living there. Yesterday morning Vier and I went to a school a little far away from where we were staying. Although, Vier is not my son but rather a sibling, I always check the value of his lessons every time I go home from school just like Abi was there, Abi always check the value of my lessons. Thank God Vier can get the ability to speak foreign languages and sometimes he is always a champion when representing his school. From there also Umi has started to go back to joking, laughing with us and no longer feeling sad....
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... The weather was quite hot today. The sunlight is very warm as if it will dry up the moisture that occurs due to the long winter. Me and my friends were playing in the streets as usual running around and jumping. While Vier went with Umi to go to the market to buy side dishes for dinner later. “Mahmed... play throw the ball yuk,” a tall boy invites me. “Ayo.” answer. Then I was the same as immediately playing throwing the ball with excitement heart that is not felt. 2 minutes passed seen a man, burly, big wearing a strange uniform, strangely, a uniform I've never seen and for sure it's not a black uniform. But rather the green and black sergams were mixed, with the state flag on his arm like a tied armband. I looked very carefully at him, he lit a cigarette and exhaled it then looked around him holding a long gun. Hearts were racing worried that he was a murderer and he approached me with a flat look and asked....
... “Where are your parents?” Ask him while stroking my head....
... “I'm an orphan, Umi accompanies sister sir.” My answer....
... “What happened to your brother.” ...
... “People in black uniforms sir.”...
... I'm sure, surely this father is the security of the country...
...“i-iya Pak.” ...
...Then I and my friends ran to each other's houses as fast as possible. Darting in and out of the alley of people's houses, dodging fear of people in black uniforms. Just outside the tenement I was in, I met Umi with Vier there. Umi was very relieved when she saw me and hugged me when she came to Umi, and also Vier embraced....
...Late in the day, I observed umi cutting a loaf of bread into pieces. Then share it with me and also with Vier. Slowly the bread that I had grasped ran out bit by bit and so did Vier's bread....
...“Mahmed, Vier off right to bed?”...
...“Yes, Ummi.” That's where Vier and I answered. And we both went to bed....
...Before I close my eyes, the memory recalling the atmosphere of yesterday's morning appears armed state soldiers marching swiftly outside the house. Is carrying out its duties with full persistence and warmth. And the children out there poked out their bodies, smiling and waving their hands, throwing flowers at the soldiers to give them all the warmth. Then I was cruel to the eyes for a moment, as if praying in my heart that tomorrow remains with the atmosphere of yesterday. Amin ya rabbal...
...BIONARASI...
...Nur Hasan is called HASAN or AHSAN. White man, madurese Javanese blaster, the hobby 2M 1o (writing, writing, reading) (sport) is derived from the city of Jember who now lives in a small village of millions of stories in the pamekasan madura east java. Born on 25th April 2004. Still active as students of ipa MA MAMBAUL ULUM BATA-BATA. If you want to familiar you can say hello at no wa 085236281802 and fb\ig san elqhoyry ...
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