Indonesia

by Reney Lendy Mosal

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I see Indonesia

in a pair of praying hands of a boy. He pray, naively, for this country : for the poor, homeless, and disadvantaged people all around Indonesia.

For being a high school student doesn’t stop him to care about others.

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I see Indonesia

in a smile of a someone who gave Rp. 5000 to an old man who came from nowhere, trying to get a little money to get back to his house.

For putting off every stereotype of a stranger, and decided to help him.

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I see Indonesia

in a photograph about disadvantaged people made by one of my lecturer. He post it in his blog.

For caring to minority group when he himself can be categorized as elite-majority group.

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I see Indonesia

in a bright young man who planned to be a teacher.

For choosing to care, while he has every choice in his hands.

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I see Indonesia

in a smile of a mother whose her son got imprisoned because of drug abuse

For the strength to face the problem, while others leave her.

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I see Indonesia

in my mother’s eyes

For raising a son, with help from no one.

And for nothing that can make her bitter. Not storm. Not riot. Not disappointment.

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Thats what Indonesia means to me.

For every 1000 things to hate, there 1001 things to love about this land.