MY ONE HOPE FOR YOU
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Adhan reverberated loudly from various mosques around his house.

Sunlight has not been seen in the slightest, making the current conditions still very dark like night.

Accompanied by a rooster who every morning showed his privilege in crowing and woke up the humans who were nearby to serve Him.

Dew neatly lined up wetting all the green paddy that lay in the paddy fields. Not to forget, the dew that set itself on the ground due to the exposure of the morning wind brings a soothing sound.

A voice that can even make all nature, from the highest trees, to the grasses and various kinds of animals call His name.

Not to forget, the beauty of the moon and the majesty of the constellations bowed to Him.

The resulting voice seemed to accompany the presence of angels to spread blessings on the earth to those who obeyed Him.

Blowing breeze that still feels cold to hit all the sides of the walls of my house made of woven bamboo.

Entering all the sidelines of my house that is open whether forced or not, expel the stuffy air that previously inhabited inside the house quickly.

The whisper that felt coming from heaven made me calm making all the nerves inside my body feel the coolness of the wind that blows.

I who was solemnly performing the morning prayer wrapped in white mukena with cherry blossom embroidery felt all that.

Likewise with my two sisters, Roni and Jaka also feel the same way as what I currently feel.

Somehow the process that the wind passed through so that it could touch me, and where the wind came from I also do not know.

Clearly, I am now grateful to Allah for the blessing of the sustenance that has been sent in this wind.

The wind that makes the energy of my spirit increase when performing the Fajr prayer.

At that time, my family often held congregational morning prayers at home.

Father, mother, Roni, Jaka, and I, Princess Nur Wahidah Millenia.

The name is quite long and eccentric when viewed from the life of me who lives in the village.

However, that is a name of pride that I am currently carrying given by my parents.

The sense of harmony, the attachment of togetherness and the sacred warmth, that is the impression and memory that imprint in my mind.

There is nothing more dominating than all the flavors I have mentioned.

If there is, I would prefer to ignore it.

But that all changed when Mom and Dad left me and my two sisters.

The accident a few years ago, was so remembered and stuck perfectly in a fragment of my memory.

A goodwill that the two of them do to attend regular recitation every Saturday in Masjid Raya Malang should end in grief.

Not that the feelings that once changed, but after the events that befell Mom and Dad, the longing for warmth deepened in my heart.

That was the beginning of me and my two sisters try to always be determined to live independently.

Trying to always fight against the rigors of life that will come before me.

Although I still have a brother, who is out of town. But I don't want to constantly trouble them.