Final Student Records

The Storm of Pain

In 2012, while the sky was still covering the world with a dim twilight, Alifa felt how her slowly languishing body was. Like a tree that was no longer able to stand firm, Alifa struggled to maintain her body balance so that her steps remained firm. However, his steps felt heavy and staggered, like leaves bobbing in the face of a strong gust of wind.

With great patience, Alifa tried to reach the towering dreams. Like a sailor sailing the rough seas, Alifa tried to endure the piercing pain, like a rope that tightly bound his heart and mind. He walked towards the campus, a challenging battlefield, where he entered the second semester, like a flower that began to bloom in the middle of an arid desert.

Despite the storm, Alifa never gave up. Like an eagle wading through the sky with vulnerable wings, he continued to tread with an invincible spirit. At each step, Alfah fostered hope and strength, as if he were a hero fighting against the darkness of the night and the cold of the wind.

With a determined heart, Alifa incised her story in a leaf of paper, staining it with a struggle that engulfed her soul. Like an artist who paints on a blank canvas, he creates a trail of his steps on the campus that becomes his stage. Alifa, the warrior without a sword, walked towards the second semester with a burning spirit, like the burning embers fighting the wind trying to extinguish it.

Every morning that came, Alifa rose from her bed like the sun trying to break through the dark clouds. He faced reality with a firm determination, as if he were a hero in an infinite story. Even though his body was weakening, his spirit was still blazing. Alifa, the second-semester warrior, stepped forward with a jarring conviction, like the waves never receding on the shore.

With a shunt pace and a pale face, Alifa arrived at the campus, her perseverance in learning, unshakable. He tried to force himself to continue attending college, as if he was a tireless robot. Alifa, who was too hard on herself, seemed to have forgotten the importance of self-compassion. He allowed his body to continue to receive pain, without giving it a chance to rest, for a single moment.

Alifa's mind was spinning incessantly, like a wheel that was spinning endlessly. He uses his mind for 24 hours to think about many things, including the dreams that come his way. Like a machine that never stops operating, Alifa runs her mind at high speed. He broke through the limits of time, fighting for every second to reach the towering dreams.

However, in the endless cacophony of thought, Alifa may have forgotten that she also needed to rest. As a fragile human being, his body needed time to recover, replenishing the energy that had been drained. Like a machine that needs to be turned off to be repaired, Alifa also needs to give herself a chance to rest, refresh her mind and revive her fading spirit.

Perhaps, behind the persistence and violence in oneself, Alifa was driven by an unstoppable desire to realize the dreams she had in mind. He did not want to miss a single opportunity, did not want to be trapped in regret later on. However, in the struggle to achieve his goals, Alifa also needs to remember that maintaining body balance and diet is the key to achieving true success.

For a moment, Alifa let herself ponder. He realized that loving yourself is not a sign of weakness, but the first step in achieving true happiness. He realized the importance of giving room for rest, to reorganize the mind that was too full. Alifa decided to seek a balance between struggle and rest, embracing herself affectionately, as if to be the rainbow that graced the sky after the heavy rain had passed. He also tried to maintain a diet in order to do activities well.

Farah saw the face of Alifa so pale, she approached Alifa and greeted.

"Alifa. You're saki, huh? You see, your face is pale" asked Farah with worry.

Alifa was still covering up her pain.

"I'm fine, really. Let's go up, wait for the lecturer in front of the class, let us not be late in his class," Alifa asked as he continued to think and pray in his heart, asking for strength and protection from the Most Healer. Alifa always remembered her mother's message, that she should be able to fight the pain that struck.

Farah looked with worry that did not go away, but she understood that Alifa was a strong and persistent figure. He nodded in understanding, although there was still unease in his heart.

"I believe you are strong, Alifa," Farah said with confidence. "But don't forget that we are human too and our bodies need attention. If there's anything I can help you with, please let me know."

Alifa smiled weakly at Farah, moved by her care and concern. Although he is still reluctant to express his pain, Alifa knows that having a true friend like Farah is an invaluable gift.

"Thank you, Farah. I really appreciate your concern" Alifa said in a soft voice. "I know I can handle this, but if I really need help, I'll ask for it."

Both went to class and waited for the lecturer to arrive. Alifa kept trying to keep her concentration even though her body was weak. He let his prayers and beliefs bring the strength necessary to fight the pain that continues to haunt him.

Alifa's eyes continued to look forward, unrelenting. He continued his struggle in achieving his dreams, while appreciating and taking better care of his body. Although he was still too hard on himself, Alifa began to learn to listen to the signals given by his body and give enough time to rest.

In the end, Alifa found a balance between her ambitions and her own needs. He learned to love himself better, as his mother taught him. In the company of Farah and other friends, Alifa felt warmth and support that helped to strengthen her spirit.

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Like a journey through a dark hallway filled with fog, Alifa returned home from campus with an increasingly fragile body. The pain that struck was unforgiving, as if every fiber in him was begging to be given rest. However, Alifa remains determined to achieve her final goal: to reach her boarding house.

With trembling steps, Alifa followed her increasingly blurred footsteps on the road. Like a lantern that was starting to dim, his vision grew faint, fading with each breath of gasping. However, he did not stop his steps, as if some supernatural force was pushing him forward.

Alifa's body felt increasingly heavy, as if she was carrying the weight of the world on her back. However, his resolve remained burning within him. Like a hero struggling against the bone-chilling night wind, Alifa maintained her stride, refusing to give in to the weakness that came her way.

The journey home, which usually feels short, has now turned into an infinite test. Alifa felt pain at every step, as if the ground under her feet was turning into coals. However, he continued on, reaching his cost with a burning determination, like embers that never subsided.

Finally, with incredible fortitude, Alifa arrived at his cost. His body drooped weakly, his breathing gasping. In a haunting exhaustion, Alifa felt an unspeakable satisfaction. He had passed an unimaginable test and had made it to where he was headed.

Alifa felt like her body was a shattered bed, unable to support the burden anymore. However, he smiled bitterly, knowing that tomorrow would be a new day, a hope that hung in the dark sky. Alifa knew that she needed to rest, giving her body time to recover, before stepping back into the struggle of her life.

In the darkness of the room, Alifa pondered. He felt how fragile he was, but in his heart still burned the unquenchable flames of spirit. Knowing that his life journey was a never-ending test, he was determined to keep going, facing every obstacle with unshakable courage.

In the silence of the night, Alifa closed her eyes, letting her tiredness subside. He knows that tomorrow will be a new challenge, he must be ready to face it with his head held high and a sincere heart. Alifa was tireless, ready to step back in the course of her life, exploring the darkness and searching for the light that shone her way.

"Yes Allah. Yes Rahmaan. Yes Rahiim. It hurts so much ...!" Alifa grimaced in pain, as if her body was possessed by an unstoppable pain. Like a sharp dagger piercing inward, the pain crept into every fiber of his body, filling the empty space within him. Alifa held onto some of the painful parts, trying to withstand the inevitable turmoil.

In a fragile state, Alifa pleaded with a weak voice to the Most Healer. He asked for strength and courage to go through the trials that hit him. He hopes that tomorrow morning, with a challenging lecture, he does not lack such an important rest. Alifa locked her eyes, trying to close her eyes in an effort to relax, even though the pain continued to rain down her body like a raindrop that never stopped.

In the darkness that surrounded him, Alifa was forced to close her eyes, but could not hide the pain that was still raining in her body. He was adrift in a sea of pain, hoping there would be enough time to treat his deepening wounds. Alifa, like the hero who was forced to rest for a while on the battlefield, knew that rest was a necessity that could not be ignored, even in a situation filled with suffering.

Alifa recalls High School, a time when her body gave up on living longer. Alifa often fainted, she fell helplessly and unconscious, only to wake up in a cold room with a pungent antiseptic odor. The syringe and oxygen tube became his constant companions, helping to keep his breath away.

In that memory, Alifa hopes with all her heart, like a shooting star begging the sky, so that no longer need to face a syringe that pierces her skin or an oxygen tube that helps her breathe. He wants to be free from the shackles of the hospital and become a healthy human being, without limitations and dependencies.

However, behind her pent-up hopes, Alifa knew that fate had carved its way in a challenging manner. His weakened and fragile body was probably an unavoidable test. Although he hopes with all his strength, he also realizes that life does not always follow human desires.

In every beat of his heart, Alifa was determined to keep going. It hit the storm and resisted the strong winds that continued to blow. Alifa strengthened her hopes, like a small fire that kept blazing in the middle of a dark night.

He stepped forward with firm conviction, leading him through the halls of darkness. Alifa knew that although her desires might not be fulfilled, there was strength and fortitude in her unshakable self. He hoped that, in every breath, a miracle would arise that could ease the burden carried.

Alifa continued to be determined to continue the journey of her life with courage. He hopes that, between the mist of pain and suffering, there is a light that will lead him to a better life, where he no longer has to deal with a syringe or oxygen tube that accompanies him so far.

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