October 2, 2004 I was stranded back on the island of Sabang. This time I came with a sheet of an undergraduate degree. Three years ago I also had to settle for a month and a half to organize community service activities through the Field Work (CCN), which became part of the lecture on campus. Shadow of Sabang has mehantamku with malaria in the last day in 2001 can not be forgotten. At the time I got home and between conscious and kukuatkan myself to go home with his friends at day terkhir activities.
Yes, now I come up with a piece of life change that I hung in there. While I realize not easily penetrate graduation with intense competition there. I will deal with the fate pengundi also came from another district to this area. Stacks mountains and ocean that circles the island-like fungus does not deter migrants speculate so civil servants here. I just found out the information from my cousin brother two days ago when there was a good formation here.
Although registered in the district where the birth, I also bernafu make my parents dream quickly achieved, to see her son become government workers. It was the dream of the mothers and fathers who send their children to Banda Aceh we used to call the Kutaraja. The town is now really into the expectations of the students throughout Aceh to study and become a part of the changes the Acehnese. And I have been enjoying the beautiful Darussalam as a furnace for five years. Diving in the heady scientific dynamics chest seekers any science. As if his shadow being I want to fly back to feeling deep gulps of wine knowledge over there, over the fireplace science Kutaraja Banda Aceh Darussalam.
And the hardest part is leaving the city of my birth, the land behind the hill war years. The rebels continued independence propaganda, and the republicans who continue menghantamkam bullets wherever they want. Although I'm not too concerned with this issue, but nevertheless the effect is very large for my life journey, I leave many mothers who graduated from high school. I'm actually really looking forward to working in my birthplace, as he accompanied an increasingly aging mother. And of course, one day I want my wife and kids will make mom always smiling with them at my house kahadiran increasingly unkempt since I left to Kutaraja Banda Aceh.
I meringkih hard, why leave the country alone to serve become civil servants on the island. Although not necessarily pass, but this decision as a disturbing path luck in the future. The hills have pulled me to him and pulled up the happiness as servants of the nation. And I had promised myself to forget all personal career so far has kurintis a few years ago. Goodbye my career, hopefully this inner receiving your departure in the rain, and black dress under a gray cloud of uncertainty that has kugeluti career life, though I might be able to laugh during the time in Banda Aceh because it is subsidized by their parents every month.
To cross over to Sabang town we used slow boat, it's actually just the only designation recognized in this area. He is the type of boat used to ferry across the river or ocean is not too far away, and no big waves. This ferry rides we had to drive forty kilometers from the city of Banda Aceh, where I live and study over the years.
Arrival time accompanied a cousin who was born destined to a similar fate. He was born and later became orphaned, abandoned five months old his mother. Likewise with me, not much different, at my age one year should be left to the father. Place wares was not clear how fate, bad death, that's the end of the two stalls and engine cinsow he ever had, lost some where. We strolled in the world in the company of my mother and grandmother, grandfather to our hopes depend on. My mother was a teacher till the young life of its own when it was forced to pursue a journey with me who was a baby.
And as orphans we would have been very familiar with all the limitations of life. In Banda Aceh, we stayed in a hostel that only diabayar very cheaply, than to live in a boarding house who pay many times the price paid our hostel. Here also we taught religious knowledge by the Tengku, who keep this place as a legacy from his father who is also a cleric celebrities in Aceh. Bear the burden of life that make more creative brother, during college he worked a couple of times to make some money, from selling newspapers in the morning, a teacher of the Koran, and worked odd jobs at various places.
Asa us to the island-like fungus is already very strong, as a pair of geese fly we want to hold onto pools of hope for the future. The pools that wishes to give new life springs. And our flight as two swans flapping wings to the dream island is hopefully not a hope of all.
