My Experience

Remembering the events that happened to me 12 years ago. I do not care at all shouts of warning from a mother to me. Mother reminded to immediately go to Friday prayers that will soon begin. However, I only silence, with no care at all. Until the language that comes out of the mouth of the mother is no longer Indonesian, but their tribal language, Bugis, who did not know the meaning. I am very familiar, if the mother has been using that language, he must have been angry, but once again I ignored her.
Until a few moments, the call to prayer has echoed along the arrival figure one year old friend who beneath me. He asked me to take a lot of star fruit that grows around houses. Hearing that invitation, I'm really interested after thought, "Instead of hearing the chatter mama .."

We went to pick up, ah no, rather steal star fruit planted and cared for by each family in his home. And our target is my uncle's house alone. The eldest brother of my mother.
My heart was pounding when I heard iqamah little sign of prayer echoed already be started. I was a little uneasy at the time. Though my sister and feel happy to be able to collect as much star fruit two plastic bags.
When going home then, warning it to me. I jump over a fence that is very fragile and eventually hit my left eyebrow hard to make gaping pour fresh blood covering my left eye and make clothes SS ball club. Lazio are white wear when, immediately turn red. I could not breathe then, shortness. Yes, shortness once. However, this is not the tightness of injury of head. I did not feel pain. The sick and the tightness is my heart. Sekelabat shadow mother's face flashed in my mind. People are scattered over, absolutely can not recognize. Only when the mother was all I needed.
My head was a little dizzy and fresh blood continued to pour when I heard the sound of weeping mothers who came and hugged me sad. Ah, I really had hurt her and worried. At that time I was crying, but instead of crying in pain will be wound on my head, but the pain that plagued my heart because it has been in force disobedient to the angel who loves me so much of this.
Now the wound has made an impression on my left eyebrow. Wounds that reminds me iniquity and warnings that God sent down to me.