Ihza Rausyan Fikr, my newest nephew, was born almost three months ago in a taxi on the way to the hospital. Every time I asked Endah Maftuh, his mother, about what he is doing, the answers were almost the same, “Ihza is sleeping, Pak Dhe.” (ー ー;)

“But, it is OK. As long as you are fine, it is not a big problem. I am just curious about you, since you were born when I was already here. Be a good boy, Dude. Be better than all of us in the family. Cannot wait to see you in the next year. Insya allah.” \(^o^)/

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Salah satu orang yang percaya bahwa pemikiran harus dituliskan agar ia tidak musnah; cita-cita harus dinyatakan agar ia tidak terlupakan; dan pengalaman harus dibagi untuk menjadi pelajaran. Email: arifpras[at]hotmail.com

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