First Writing
Here I am, in the night with rain accompanying me. Writing a biography about the woman who gave birth to me, take care of me since I was born until now I get to college. The one who woke me up in the morning pray, the place when I wanted to confide. She everything to me.
I have heard a lot of story about my mother. Her childhood, how her life when she was teenager, how did she interact with her friends. Thing like that stuff.
Indeed, it was that I didn't fully make a coherence in that story. Until this moment of my life I only know how is her behavior. Didn't really how she grow up, is she also learn Qur'an when she was a child, if she did, how the teacher taught her. Cause a lot of parents often tell how tough their teacher or Ustadz in teaching. For example like the teacher will bring a stick when teaching so if the learner didn't do the assignment the punishment was gutted by the stick.
This story always scare me when I was child.
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