ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Mountain Crying 1

I was born in a village called Gunung Crying.

In the Kuantan Valley there is a legend about a mountain. It is not a mountain but a hill. A hill that grew on the plains of a vast river valley.

The hill was the only hill so it became the highest place in the valley. Therefore people say the hill is called

‘munung’.

There was something unusual about the mountain, on one side, the cliff to the east, the cliff

facing the rice fields that are split by the river flow, on the cliff flowing water that never stops. From a distance, from the expanse of paddy fields, rice fields that were split by the river stream or from a boat that sailed the stream, the cliff looked like a crying face.

The streams of water that were dripping unceasingly from the mountain cliff looked like streams of tears on the

a face that cries so much that the mountain is said to be a mountain of tears.

Here I was born.

Why is the mountain crying ?

I still remember the stories of old people. That in ancient times was the time

the mountains moved, walking in a line. The mountains march westward towards the mountain range on Sumatra Island, Bukit Barisan Mountains. In the line ‘ Refugee’ there is a small family of a mountain consisting of Mount Father, Mount Mother, with

their two children's mountains are Mount Sulung and Mount Bungsu.

The mountain family walked for days, going through the dry season and the rainy season. By day

the day of the mountain ceased and at night the mountains began to go hand in hand.

Until one night the rain came so heavy. The mountain family refused to continue

their journey. They were silent, resting in a valley called Kuantan Valley. They waited for the next night that it did not rain. But damn. The rain continued to fall the night after, heavier and heavier.

The mountain family could no longer wait for long. They had been left far behind by his entourage. Inevitably they had to walk immediately in the rain. Moreover, the great flood had seemed to be coming from the river upstream. The mountains must run immediately in the rain before the flood comes because

the flood will sweep away the lands that make up the bodies of the mountains.

“Come we have to run ! Flood already visible in plain sight !” Shouting Mount Father.

“What about our children? They're still sleeping. “ Ask Mount Mother.

“Coll wake up ! Bungsu wake up !!” Shouting Mount Father. But her two children are still asleep

“”Clearly wake up !! Bungsu wake up Nak!!” The Mother Mountain woke her two children. But they're still sound asleep.

“We don't have time. Just leave them here. Let them follow our lead later.”

“Alright but will they survive the flood?” Ask the Mountain Mother worried.

“I'm going to fix them up with this magic stone. Their place stands” Idea Mount Dad. Mountain

Father placed a magic stone between the foot of Mount Bungsu and Mount Bungsu.

“Hiks ..Hiks..” Mount Mother sobbing crying. She was sad to leave her son.

“Don't cry ! We will leave some of our land along the way as a trail “ Advice of Mount Dad.

“Good. Goodbye my son” Says Mount Mother. Finally, Mother Mountain decided to leave.

“Goodbye Son. “

Continue to Mount Father as well.

Shortly thereafter,

“Brurrrrrrrr!!” The flood came, after Mount Father and Mount Mother walked far. Along the way they left piles of land from parts of their bodies which then became small hills.

When the flood came Mount Sulung and Mount Bungsu was sleeping soundly. But the First Mountain's sleep was so intense that it slipped off the pedestal of the magic stone and was washed away by the flood.

When the flood had subsided the next day. And the river flow has returned as it was

that afternoon. Mount Bungsu no longer sees his Father and Mother, as well as his brother Mount Sulung who has been washed away by the flood. When Gunung Bungsu tried to walk, his legs felt so heavy the magic stone resting on his feet

so powerful after the Eldest Mountain came apart. He could not walk after his parents. The heart of Mount Bungsu was so sad that he cried until the drops of water came out on the cliff. People have since named it the Weeping Mountain. While nun far downstream of the river, in a country Mount Sulung has been built from

his sleep. Mount Sulung woke up bad luck and he was surprised to be in a foreign place. Because of its astonishment, Mount Sulung is called Mount Kesiangan.

Tomorrow August 1, 2008, SNMPTN announcement. I don't want to wake up like

mount Kesiangan.  I have to graduate and

not to grieve like the Weeping Mountain that stands firmly behind our house. Father said, “I have to pass. I will be a doctor, the only doctor candidate and the first time in the village of Gunung Cryis”