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THE PRICE OF FREEDOM

I write this book in preparation for my death, shaheed – a witness to an idea that had earlier been made sacred by the spilled blood of my ancestors and recently by the spilled blood of my loyal followers. Continue reading

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THE POLITICS OF AN ABUNAWAS

THE POLITICS OF AN ABUNAWAS. Abu Nawas was born from history, not from nothing. Abu Nawas original name is Abu Ali al-Hasan bin Hani al-Hakami. He was born in 145 H (747 AD) in the city of Ahvaz in Persia (present Iran). His father, Hani al-Hakam, was a member of the military legion of Caliph Marwan II. While his mother was named Jalban, a Persian woman who worked as a woolen washer. Since childhood, he was orphaned. A glorious life in the reign of Harun Al-Rashid, in a chaotic manner, can help or at the same time defeat the Caliph in any matter. Continue reading

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FOR ONE WEEK IN LOVE

FOR ONE WEEK IN LOVE. Like a blacksmith is she the only one who forges my heart into steel. So for that, I must help her, as a devotion to the teacher. For a week-old love, where in the past I owe it on time. Continue reading

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TESTAMENT FROM HANG TUAH

TESTAMENT FROM HANG TUAH. When my time comes, let all the hates disappear. Of all my friends, you are the most sensitive, you are the most faithful. Let this slander be judged upon life after death. You need no more search for this vile slander. Continue reading

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NOTHING

NOTHING. Someone once said the root cause of a person is a memory, without memory, he will always find new things throughout life. But another person also said memory is a treasure box that can be opened anytime. Even when you feel you do not have anything. Continue reading

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HARLEQUIN AND THE TREE OF HOPE

I look at the face in front of me. Not too foreign. Akh, I know now! That’s my face before life makes me prosper. Eager, adventurous. The face of a young man, the face of a lover who is kept away from his lover, by circumstance. Continue reading

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PEUCUT KHERKOFF, ACEH-DUTCH WAR MONUMENT

The “Peucut” cemetery, the name of a place where Dutch soldiers were buried in Banda Aceh, became one of the most useful research materials in studying the state of Aceh during the Dutch colonial period through the records written on the tombs. Continue reading

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A NOTE FROM A LOSER

A NOTE FROM A LOSER. Often I ask if life is fair? It is not easy to say goodbye. All about regret, bringing wounds to the soul. Sometimes I want to run far away with you leaving all the reality. And I can’t. Continue reading

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IS THIS LOVE

IS THIS LOVE. She is an embodiment of different, indifferent nature. Her face was as calm as the lake of unexpected depth for anyone. Continue reading

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THE MEANING OF NOSTALGIA

THE MEANING OF NOSTALGIA. The past never stands alone. If the past stands alone, it will never exist. We remember, and that actually links what we remember something that reappears in our heads with the heads that are present in our bodies today. That’s why people do not remember everything completely. Continue reading

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