Sorry if my writing bothers screen read you, allow me to share.
I know there used to be in high school. She is the younger sister of my male friends. The proximity of our increasingly closely as she became friends working in Space, Office of PU Kolaka.
As well as two child. The only class 1 HIGH SCHOOL, a small 4th grade I was good enough to know both.
News about the fiber glass boat sculpted km. a new Marina in the waters of Shiva who sailed from Kolaka quicker spread. The ship was supposed to have arrived at the destination at 15.00 WITA. But Qadarullah, almost all of my friends in Sulawesi to post the same news.
I could not miss. The night was clear once I post or rate a link about the ship that the entry of water.
Half an hour passed, suddenly my husband's phone rang. My other co-worker preach about Ulfah, so we call him who hitchhike on the ship it along with two of his nephews. They are planning on going to the Sengkang (South Sulawesi).
At the other end of the phone, I know Leli (the caller) Middle Sniffling preach it. To be honest my feet tremble. The ship was originally rumored entry of water, the engine was dead, lost contact, then sank.
How not to tremble, it seems not long ago passed the tragic story of A Ferry Boat sailing towards the intention of Kolaka, submerged in the waters of Bone. Casualties are very numerous. Relatives we ' lost ' in there.
Post the phone that night, feels very long. Our eyes could not be closed. My husband had gelisahpun, I drift into a third tahajud prayer at night.
Ulfah's been like our brother.
That night we contacted family in North Kolaka, Shiva and Sampano, but the result is nil.
Noon, in front of the gate of his house.
"Leli, had no idea what I said first mo. ...??" (Lel, I do not know want to say anything to open talks..)
Leli just smiled, and we entered into the House;.
I have always been prejudiced either on God. But as an ordinary man, really out of touch with the news and Ulfah sinking briefly made my mind everywhere. Just in case ..... lest ....
Hug him back this afternoon like a dream. He was so. Overnight stay in the sea for him also like a dream, that he said during the last.
Listening to him share his experiences, while occasional ku see his hands were hurt because the ropes when evacuated.
19 hours floating in the ocean, just the two of us with small nephews. Nephew of other, separate because of high waves and currents drag when they jump out of the water the ship that is already as high as the Chin that elementary school children.
Whenever Ikram (the little one), said hunger and thirst after bobbing in the ocean, she would say:
"The water just Thrash saliva nak, berniatlah ... Hopefully it can make you full and not hungry anymore ... "
"But Auntie, if later we are happy ... I would eat a lot. 4 meal time we've passed. "
Ikram is very cooperative during our in that State, said Ulfah.
The boy always hear what was delivered, including instructions close the nose so that the water does not get into your nose, every time the waves will come crashing them.
Ikram will not be too far away to be current. He will continue working to pull his nephew, if ties their hands apart. Another of the boy's leg, looped at the waist by his aunt. If the hands apart, there is still a distance related. Smart. Women's mind is still functioning in the midst of such conditions. Sometimes the panic make us dead.
For 19 hours, countless number of times their foot was bitten by a small fish.
I could not imagine in their positions, 18 minutes with the water and just look at the endless ocean, the Moon and the stars, with only 7 hours of Sun and water.
Midnight rain heavy, absurdly joy them since it can drink rainwater.
A tremendous struggle. Prayer and continue to assume that God, good on their keys.
"If the destiny of my life up here, I ask thee, o God ... let them menemukanku while I was still fully dressed with hijabku ..."
It is prayer which he says in the middle of the ocean.
I tertampar.
I terhenyak.
Hatta, 10 a.m. they saw ships from a distance. The ship is a ship that was indeed intended to search for victims of the sinking of the ship.
The little boy looks ecstatic, shouted Allahu Akbar ... Allahu Akbar ... Allahu Akbar ... us here ... we're here ..., while waving.
"I still pray in the sea, if I think it's been a while ... I pray again, as elementary school children that tell a story (the entry time of prayer, based on his estimate only..)
Yet again I'm speechless.
Cursing myself,
Still healthy, in good condition, the life in the world, still always delaying time..
Probably, there are also out there ... who are still reluctant to bow. Just maybe ...
One more lesson I get this afternoon. About the steadfastness of a mother. The mother of the little boy. Never any time I see a little bit of bitterness for his destiny. Though his eldest son has not been found until the time I write this.
Still with the same gritty eyes, which I find a few months ago ... When her second child died of illness.
"Powerful ki ' ... (you are very strong) "
That's all I can say to him during the last, while patting his shoulder.
"Mauka ' what ... (I can what..)
The answer is short. But does that mean it is very long. ..
"We can what ... this scenario anyway, God.
"We can what ..., we are only human.
"We can what ..., God was the one who had the statutes ...
"We can what ..., kids is just another surrogate.
"We can what ..., God's plan is much more beautiful
"We can what ..., as hard as any fight, if God menakdirkan this and that, that's going to be like ...
The long and endless interpretation, to a sentence ... "I can be anything"
One that I know of, the higher your faith ... the higher the ujianmu.
May the son of Reza Abdillah and all passengers can soon found in a healthy state.
Thanks Ulfah, Ikram and Kak Ria for wisdom alive today..
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