Technology is Ruining Us

Our Destructive Technology-14

...🌏🌏🌏...

For over an hour, my friends and I sat on the terrace of the school waiting for Fatimah's mother who never came. This time I hope that today is not like the day before where Fatimah's mother did not come to school and made us all go home empty-handed.

One by one school children have come from various directions and enter the class to choose their own table. Here in our class, there were no tables or chairs placed in an orderly position. Every day my friends and I had to come quickly so that our seats would not be taken by others even if we were late then we would just stand and listen to the explanation of Fatimah's mother or if not no we had to lift the stone that we would use to sit in the room.

Very sad, isn't it? Yes, this is our situation in a remote village. It was so sad when I thought about the condition of my school.

"Yeeee that's there Fatimah's mother!!!"

The sound of screaming from children from other villages was heard making me turn to look ahead in the hills I can see Fatimah's mother who seemed to be riding her old motorcycle. A voice that was almost like the sound of a boat engine was heard.

I was so very happy, finally today Fatimah's mother came to teach by riding her old motorcycle and into the school yard area made some goats run away.

Finally today we did not go home empty-handed finally Fatimah's mother came and finally we will learn. As usual and today we finally got a new lesson.

We ran into the classroom, sat neatly and not long after Fatimah's mother stepped in with sweat pouring down her face. We know so very heavy the obstacles that have been passed by Ms. Fatimah to get to this school.

We appreciate everything and that's why we decided to study hard, we don't want to make Fatimah's mother disappointed. We love Fatimah because she has given us knowledge in learning.

If not Fatimah's mother maybe me and other friends will never be good at reading, counting and so on. We will also never even know what the basis of Pancasila is and how the basic law is. Nor will we know what color the red and white flag is.

We also will not even know anyone the name of the hero whose photo is always attached to the wall of our classroom. For us Fatimah's mother was a very valuable person to all of us. We cannot imagine how we would feel if Fatimah's mother would actually stop teaching us at this school.

Fatimah's mother took out a few package books from her bag, the big bag she always carried, a little tattered probably because the black bag had been tired of going through quite a long journey.

Yes that's what I'm thinking right now.

"Both children, assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," we answered compactly staring at the figure of Fatimah's mother teacher in a large pink hijab, a slightly fat body with a motherly stature makes us very comfortable with Fatimah.

"How was today? Ready to learn?"

"Ready Ma'am" we said with so much passion.

"Mother!"

One of the last students raised his hand, making me and the other friends turn their heads.

"Mom why didn't you come yesterday?"

"Yes sorry, yes children all mothers apologize because yesterday the mother was sick so did not have time to come to teach."

"This mother has a fever please be understood, yes children all," he continued.

I had expected that if not Fatimah's mother who was sick then the journey that prevented her but now we all feel happy and that means Fatimah's mother is healed and ready to teach us all.

Not long after the sound of a small sobbing sound made me and Mansur who sat beside me quickly turned to look at Leha who rubbed back her wet cheeks.

"You why?" jonah asked who was beside him.

"You're crying, huh?" samal asked who was beside Leha. Yes, maybe because there were no empty seats so they finally decided to sit three while Leha was ampit by Jono who was fat and the same body who was thin.

"Leha was sad because Fatimah's mother was sick," he said sobbing made me and Mansur can only sigh and look back at Fatimah's mother who looks smiling.

"There is no need to cry now that Fatimah's mother has healed and is ready to teach you all."

"No, listen!" whispered Jono.

"Silent you.

You don't have a heart and feelings so you don't know" Leha said.

Then shortly Fatimah's mother distributed some books for us to study.

"Well kids, it's a book for three!"

"Yes ma'am" we answered compactly.

"Well now go to page 78!" his order made us quickly open the page after Fatimah's mother would explain the material on the page.

None of us denounced or dared to speak when Fatimah's mother explained. We listen to him well, this is his name to appreciate. You once told me that if someone speaks in front of us then we must hear it no matter whether the person's speech is positive or negative, this is called appreciating.

If someone gives advice, never argue or dare to criticize it. If people are explaining a material then listen well because the person is not speaking but giving a lesson.

When every once in a while Ms. Fatimah asked always Mansur the intelligent brain was answering every question given to make me only able to shake my head. Why is Mansur's brain so intelligent.

If only my brain could be like her maybe I would also be busy talking and all my friends would look at me with a look of admiration like now.

Just look at the guys! All my classmates stared in with amazed settings. Yes I also feel happy when everyone looks at me, of course it was because of Mansur who was beside me so when people looked at Mansur they would look at me and it made me feel a lot happier. I'm proud to have a friend like Mansur, the intelligent brain I admire so much.

After the lesson began we decided to go home to each of the teachers' mothers and kiss the back of her hands gently, this is one of the traditions that we should do, namely kissing the back of the teacher's hand is an obligation for his students. Give thanks, respect and also a word of permission or a blessing. This is also called courtesy.

We should not leave the classroom if we do not say goodbye to the teacher because the father said, the teacher's mother is a substitute for parents in school. Thank you, Fatimah, we love you. You are the light for all of us. Tampa thou may we be an illiterate child. Thank you again.

...🌏🌏🌏...