Technology is Ruining Us

Our Destructive Technology-06

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The hoe was crushed and managed to tear the soil surface so fertile. My father made a hole after hole in the ground he had dug and lined up long with a large enough land.

The sun at about eight in the morning was already emitting its light, however, because our village is quite cool because it is in a mountainous area makes the weather still feel cold.

If you wait for the hot time, the heat of the sun will be more pronounced if it is right at eleven noon to two noon.

Today I am helping you to grow corn which will then be sold to traders who will then be delivered to the city and then resold and of course at different prices.

The merchants buy the corn of my Father at a price according to the weight of the scales while if they sell it back to the city it will be sold with a count of fruit.

This time my job is to put some dried corn kernels into the burrows that have been made by the Father.

Today is Sunday when we village children help the parents to garden. Sunday is also a day that is favored by parents because at that time their children will help the work so that the work done is much faster completed.

No wonder if parents deliberately take a lot of work on the grounds that the work that should be done as much as 3 days can be completed in just one day because it gets much more energy.

Luckily I wasn't alone because there were friends who helped me today. Luckily my friends had no other activities so they had time to help me out in the garden.

I have the task of sprinkling some seeds into a burrow that has been dug by the Father while carrying a bucket containing corn seeds. Not only am I in charge of putting the seeds into the burrow but Jono is doing the same.

While samal, Mansur and Leha get the easier task of closing the burrow that has been filled with corn seeds with soil.

Not just anyone who does this job. We have our own way of doing it.

The corn grains we put in each hole are only filled with 3 or 4 should not be more or less.

While the task of my other friends is to hoard every hole that has filled Jono and I with corn kernels using the same soil and not press it down. If it is too pressed then the corn seeds that should grow will only rot.

At this time Ms Santi did not help to help you grow corn. Santi's mom is now at home helping Mom cook the food she will bring to where we work. While Kang Roy was assigned to bring the bananas of yesterday's harvest to the house using a bendi that you have.

Every Sunday indeed you always share the duties to his son even if not planting corn on Sunday then you always assign me to plant cabbage seeds that will also be sold to traders.

I occasionally stopped my steps to switch to waist support after putting the bucket down and then pounding the waist that had been tired of supporting the bucket containing corn seeds.

It takes extra strength if you have to do this task. That's why I prefer Jono, the fat guy to sow corn kernels. His fat body would definitely not feel tired if he carried the bucket containing corn.

"Are there a lot?!!" my screams made Jono scream.

From here I can see the figure of Jono who apparently did not rest like what I did. Jono is like that even though he is strong to eat but he is also strong to work. For him abstain from rest if the work is not finished. I really salute him.

At exactly twelve o'clock in the afternoon as the voice of the Adhan reverberated, we all chose to rest under the fruitful mango tree.

This is the rule of workers from the past until now if the voice of the Azaan reverberate then stop working at that time. I took the opportunity to lay my body on the white sack I was entitled to. It felt like the bones of my entire body were pulled in opposite directions. It's really good to taste. My tiredness seemed to be scattered on the sack of used corn seeds borne by the Father to this place.

"Hey! Don't sleep, wake up! Change clothes and we go together to the mosque!"

The voice of the command was quickly followed before you were furious. You like to be angry if I laze for prayer.

Because once an incident that was not wearing occurred. I will never forget the figure of the Father who went berserk when I did not pray at dawn.

At that time the father had awakened me and called my name softly yet, instead I let it because of drowsiness that can no longer be controlled until you are angry and then he grabbed a thin bamboo and hit my whole body. I wasn't even forgiven at the time.

Since then I no longer want to ignore the name of prayer. I once said prayer is the most important thing. Why have a high school if you do not pray.

He also said that prayer is an obligation. God just does not want us to feel bored with living in the world just continue to pray so God gives us the busyness to fill the time to wait for the arrival of prayer time however, the Lord gives us a busy time to fill the time to wait, sometimes people prefer other work and neglect the name of prayer.

We walked together through the rice fields and fields that were so vast. High hills even seen some people hoeing there. Some people also appeared to stop their activities and we all stepped towards the mosque in droves.

Neatly lined sandals filled the area under the stairs of the mosque made of this wood. Our village does still hold a religion that can be said to be very thick.

All of them went to the mosque even though the distance of their homes was quite far, there were even some residents who appeared to use a bendi and many of them were hitchhiking just to be able to pray in congregation.

I took ablution water from a small stream not far from the outskirts of the mosque. Make no mistake, the river water on the outskirts of the mosque is so very clean even the water is always taken and cooked and drunk so the water we use is no doubt the cleanliness of the source directly from the mountain.

I really like this part where we all face the creator praying solemnly, no children our age playing around during prayer. If we are caught playing around while performing prayers then not only the angry Father but one village, that is why no one dared to play while praying is taking place.

The sound of a child screaming, crying or laughing is heard mingling with the sound of the chant of the holy verse presented by the imam of the mosque.

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