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The sky looked so sad, the sun was seen hiding behind thick clouds, the rain seemed to greet but the wind refused.

When hope is not to desire? Maybe the heart will feel pain, but I try to convince the heart that all is a black line in my life.

1 year ago, when I was in third grade of junior high school I was confused with various choices. A teenager who does not know the whole world, has to choose between me having to go to school and work when my desire to go to school stops, I'm forced to bury all the dreams, ideals, hopes and everything in my little imagination.



I am not a child born from a wealthy family, not a child who can go on to college. But I'm just a child born from a simple family, my father works as a merchant while my mother is just a housewife. Sad indeed, but I try to live life in this mortal world. I still believe in a miracle and a miracle that comes from God as long as I try my best and keep praying as well as to Allah SWT. In order for me to go to school and make life change.

The first day I worked at a food stall, in my heart I was determined to work hard in order to help my family's economy, after I worked I found that finding the money that is kosher is very difficult not as easy as us scattering it to mere goods that are not important.

Tired, maybe my parents are more ...
Cape, maybe my parents more ..
Complaining maybe my parents never ...
But different from me now just a little work already feel the name of the cape but I try to brush it back I'm spirited, for the sake of making those people I love in this world that my parents can smile proudly of me can make them happy with my simple way.

After a few months I'm finally working I can collect little by little money for the next Sunday I take it to go home, my longing for my parents who are far away already began to feel I tried to strengthen myself.
"Still the day of the week"
As I sat idly on the porch of my kosher in every prayer I still hope that this is not the end of everything, I always believe in a surprise that God gave in the day to come.

The day of the week that I've been waiting for has arrived a sense of homesickness that peaked as if I can release in this day, the clear liquid dripping endlessly I continue to embrace the most meritorious in my life is a woman who I really cherish and love the woman, is my mother. I hugged my mother so tightly it felt like it was so great.

After relinquishing that longing mother my father and I were gathering in the living room we were chatting casually and telling the experience I first worked on. But amid the casual conversation suddenly my father said ..
"Father can ask?"
"Do you really want to ask me what?"
"Dad wants to ask me if in your heart there is still a desire to continue school?" I suddenly paused thinking about the question that I wanted to answer immediately all the questions, but my heart tried to look calm in front of the father.

from the first until now the answer is still the same father, I am still determined to be able to continue school "
"What are you doing for school?"
"So I can make my father and mother happy and change our lives for the better"
now it was my dad's turn to suddenly wonder what he was thinking but I saw his eyes like he wanted to cry but he tried to keep him out.

"This year you continue the school again" Suddenly my father said like that and whatever I feel essentially I feel the happiness of the outside
"But dad ..."
"There is nothing but a father's butt that will work hard so you can go to school and can continue a proper education"

At that time I was really happy until I prostrate gratitude to God and this is the miracle that Allah promised to me and I feel grateful for what I have then because it is a valuable lesson that I can take a lesson in one day.

Now that I'm back in school at a high school, I feel happy because I can continue my dreams and dreams that had stopped and I will make it happen by way of schooling. Now I will fight for the person who fought for me. my parents struggled to send me to school and I struggled to be proud of my parents with a passion for school and study.