ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Reading the Love Acts 1

Sunday, 26 July 2009.

I went to MAN Model Banda Aceh to check the bench, said the person, the position determines the achievement. For that before the exam I came to

exam location. MAN Model Banda Aceh, where I will fight to pick up my dream

enter STAN. By looking at the position where I was sitting, I knew at least

know the terrain before the war, right ?

After a struggle of hard learning, he begged the prayers of all those who loved me. Finally that morning came. I'm being escorted by Bang Boby to MAN

Banda Aceh Model.

Sesampia in MAN Model Banda Aceh Bang Boby turned around. But before that he said. “ Never seen someone as determined as you to pass STAN, HAPPY FIGHTING.” Said.

I called Mom and Dad. Mother said, My father never stopped praying for me. He was hoping I would graduate at STAN. Become a civil servant in the Ministry of Finance, manage the finances of the country honestly.

And that time came. I sit on my stool. Officers have shared the sealed matter on my desk.

150 Minutes 180 about

I AM IN A RACE AGAINST MY DESTINY

Silence seconds echoed in the sky of the rencong land on the morning of week 5 years after the tsunami disaster.

I fought, in that test I remembered my parents. Mom's face, ayag's face, dad's face working. My old father, the price of rubber has plummeted down. College requires money, even after graduation many people become unemployed. Finding a job is difficult today.

My mother's shadow works. The shadow of my father, the most patient man in the world, when I was sad I saw his patient face

so melt all the sorrow of my heart. My tears fell in my nose, then down my throat, until my voice broke.

Oh. Lord. Seconds pass.

I want to graduate STAN.

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The beginning of the even semester holiday coincides with the last day of SNMPTN in 2009. This makes it the right moment to go home, come home who will come back or go home who will not

back to Banda Aceh. I do not return to Banda Aceh if I pass STAN or pass SNMPTN at State University in Pekanbaru, Riau, Bumi Air Tanah Oil. Or I would

return to Banda Aceh if I do not pass STAN or SNMPTN.

amicably. There are many stories about the tsunami conflict and disaster. There are many stories I will take home. There are many stories for Kampung Gunung Crying.

Before going home I took myself to the cafe at Darussalam Gate. There's an email coming in. From

my friend Mas Hasan. An email from an email I sent the other day.

Assalammualaikum Friends.

Greetings success to us. Along with you who are struggling to pick up your license, I will also pick up my reserve.

The difference if your license is in the announcement of the results of the test tomorrow then my reserves

it is in a distant place, in the northern hemisphere.

I have passed my contract in Japan. A few weeks ago I took a test

trained workforce at a State University in Jakarta. The work is a collaboration between the Government of Indonesia and the Government of Japan. Coincidentally getting a job in Indonesia is increasingly difficult especially for SMA graduates

like me. With a strong determination, I joined. Especially the salaries of friends

TKI in Japan up to 11 million in Rupiah. Bringing the hope of dreams to life

better than in Indonesia. It's just that when I return to Indonesia I have to start from zero again, with capital migrating to Japan.

Doesn't life go on. And we must be strong.

Tomorrow morning if you look at the sky, then there is a plane going north, then in the

inside is me.

Greetings success. May tomorrow be better for all of us.

I was touched to read the letter from Mas Hasan. His passion as a firstborn to provide a better life for his family was incredible. He's financing

education for his younger siblings is an example of someone who has a big soul.

Only greatness of heart makes someone dare to pick up Rizki anywhere.