Hamba Mencari Makna

  If in Ramadan I only wanted to tell stories, in Syawal I just want to come home. To kiss Ibuk’s hand, to ask for forgiveness, and to hear Ibuk say that everything has been forgiven. But now, I entrust every apology through prayer. I begin to understand, this loss does not leave when Ramadan ends, and it doesn’t fade on Eid Day. It stays, but it no longer only brings pain.

  If the multiverse is real, I would want to be the first person to travel to another universe. Not to change anything, but just to see you living happily there, growing old in peace. And maybe, in that universe, I could become someone who truly makes you proud.