Love Fighters Al - Aqsa

CPA 11: Getting Crazy

The sun continues to rise at an altitude of 45 degrees. The heat starts to sting the skin. However, but that did not apply to Afrizal who sat on a large piece of wood. Pants training black, shabby yellow jacket, and berbaping ala hamlet farmers, he worked splitting bamboo trees that he had previously sawed with a length of two jengkal. His sturdy hand shrewdly swung his axe at the old bamboo.

The sound of crashing waves crashing into the coral and the stretch of beach became his daily music as a fisherman living on the seafront. The blazing sun that began to sting, no longer felt hot covered by the coolness of the coastal wind under the foot of Mount Rajabasa.

The tongues of the waves that come must stop a few tens of meters from the foot of Afrizal, then back down and put up a swing to climb the uphill coastal land again. Always like that if you look at the waves of the beach at low tide.

Some people around the beach are busy with their activities. A few hundred meters in the water area, it appears that two octopus fishing men are exploring in a cluster of coral looking for prey.

Around several boats moored on a bamboo pole, three school dropouts were playing swimming wearing only the trousers ******. Sometimes they climb into empty boats and jump into the water in various styles. The sound of their screams and laughter penetrated the rhythm of the beach to the ears of Afrizal.

While on the embankment, one family from the city was standing together enjoying the taste and view of the beach. The cleanliness of the facial skin and the models of fine clothes they wore showed that they did not come from that coastal city. Earlier this morning, when Afrizal came home from the auction, they were there to see the beach crowd in the morning, when the fishermen and fish traders made small transactions.

“Zal!” yelled Karahang calling upon seeing Afrizal's whereabouts. His screams beat the sound of waves pounding on the beach.

The call made Afrizal stop retracing and look back. Seen Karahang come with a clean face and hair is still not dry from wet. Afrizal just smiled at the arrival of his best friend.

“Wih! Usually at one o'clock you're pretty, Hang. Your wet shower, huh?” asked Afrizal half-slut.

“Your once attention to me, Izal,” replied Afrizal with a big smile. “If it is not wet, not the water we use is flush, hahaha!”

Karahang who wore a blue levis in a green shirt then sat on a lump of embankment that had been damaged by the brunt of the big waves in the past. His right hand was already holding his wide mobile phone.

“Izal, there is interesting news about Palestine. You must read,” said Karahang while touching the screen of his phone with his index finger.

“What news?” ask Afrizal. “Read!"

 

“Activist HAM on foot from Sweden support the Palestinian people,” Karahang said reading the news headline on his nice phone.

“Sweden is where, Hang? Asia then?” ask Afrizal.

“Europe,” Karahang replied.

“Listen! Ankara, MINA – A Swedish Jewish activist makes a long trip from her country to Palestine to raise awareness about human rights violations in the occupied territories. Benjamin Ladraa, 25, crossed Germany, Austria, Slovenia, Croatia, Serbia and Bulgaria, and reached Istanbul last week, arriving in Turkey's northwestern province of Duzce on Sunday, April 15. Ladraa was determined to pass through Syria and Lebanon to reach Palestine. If I cannot get into Palestine, I will try to tell the media. Ladraa said he was so touched during a three-week visit to Palestine in April last year that he decided to tell the world about the situation in Palestine.”

Karahang paused for a moment. He tried to take a deep breath. Then he continued reading like a national news reader.

“I was surprised by what I saw there. Along the way, soldiers carried M-60 machine guns. I want to do something to raise awareness about human rights violations in Palestine, Ladraa said. The Palestinian issue is not a religious one. The main problem is human rights. Not only Gaza residents, but all Palestinians are under pressure and they are all suffering. That is why I am trying to draw the attention of the world to the suffering of Palestinians, he added. During her nearly eight-month journey, Ladraa sought to inform people about the occupation of Palestine and inspire more people to campaign for change. He published photos of his trip on his personal Facebook and Instagram account with the hashtag #WalkToPalestine. Ladraa is expected to arrive in Ankara next week and will complete its journey in June or July.”

“Eight months on foot? Crazy for people!” afrizal said with a frown.

“You yourself want to walk how many years, Zal?” ask Karahang.

Afrizal did not answer. He looked up while looking at his best friend. A little while Afrizal was silent looking at him, Karahang so think a no-no.

“Zal! Whoi, Zal!” call Karahang a bit of a shout.

“Iya,” replied Afrizal reacting which made Karahang relieved.

“I think you were nudged by a sea demon,” said Karahang.

“The man is Jewish, but he can care about the Palestinians. It's another turn, he's eight months. I wondered, Hang. Non-Muslims can be as crazy as Palestinians, why we Muslims can not go crazy defending Palestine, let alone defending Al-Aqsa Mosque which is clearly ours, yours too, he said, Hang!”

“Indeed, Zal. If you want to be famous, you have to do something crazy that nobody else does. Just like that Ladraa. Because, in my opinion, if people are famous, talk about how to play mongoose just a lot of people who listen. You want to talk about Al-Aqsa Mosque, if you don't attract attention, who will listen. Therefore, I support you to walk like that Ladraa. Well, later, I used your chart.”

“You're like a smart guy, Hang. But why do you end up like eyeing my chart?”

“Hahaha!”

Laugh Karahang.

“Until last night, fish still flocked to your chart net. It is a great loss that the sustenance of Allah is left behind. While you're gone, let me wear it and take care of your chart. Let me give 20 percent of the results to your mother. Let me later baganku, Rustam who uses, than he works playing guitar until midnight in the kuntilanak stone is the same group Jaya, whose work is just looking for a joget in dangdutan. So the candle is the same joget, dangdutan in circumcision Kampung Dalam visited. Just know the feeling of having the same storm that has a village,” said Karahang who ended with a somewhat emotional tone. “When will you leave?” ask Karahang.

“Insyaallah after Friday prayers,” Afrizal replied. “I have to prepare some equipment first. I have sent Mr. Sukur to make me a small Palestinian and Indonesian flag. Well, later the flag I install at the back.” (BH)