Every time her school teacher asks the students about their goals and dreams, without thinking, the female student who is usually called Ara always says with pride and confidence while raising her hand, Ara replies "I want to be a poet, teacher."
Maybe we all experienced it when we were young when the teacher asked us what we wanted to be in the future, without thinking much we answered that some wanted to become a doctor, some wanted to be a teacher, some wanted to be a pilot and some wanted to be a doctor. religious figures with funny excuses in order to exorcise ghosts.
The female student who is usually called Ara is Zahra. He is the youngest of three siblings. The first sister's name is Lily, is married and lives with her husband outside the city. While the second sister's name is Yani, still studying philosophy majoring.
Zahra was born and raised in a very simple but quite happy and harmonious family. Although her father is only a worker in a tea factory and her mother is only a beverage and food trader, Zahra never lacks love and attention from her parents, be it economic attention, moral attention, and psychological attention. Indeed, in the family, psychological attention to children is no less important than economic attention.
As her name means rose, Zahra is beautiful and cute. Her hair is long and straight, her eyes are slightly slanted, her nose is sharp, she has thin lips, and most importantly Zahra is also a kind, smiling and generous person.
Now zahra is studying for the first grade in junior high school. Zahra really likes to write poetry because Zahra herself has aspirations to become a poet like Jalaluddin Rumi and Khalil Gibran.
One winter night. The beauty of the city looks more dazzling at night; with the flickering light from the house lights, the lights from high-rise buildings, and from the headlights of vehicles that are like a swarm of fireflies whose lights are said to be on the verge of extinction, the sounds that are usually heard and felt during the day can be heard faintly and not at all. too annoying, the breeze that gently blends the hair brings enough oxygen to freshen the chest.
That night the sky looked very happy. The moon looks perfectly round, accompanied by a sprinkling of stars.
After having dinner together, Ara, her parents, and her second sister, Yani, gathered together in the family room in front of the television.
"Ara, mom saw that she came home from school until she just had dinner. Her face was sullen. What happened, honey?" Mother asked Ara who was lying on the chair
"Yes, Father has also seen Ara since she was silent, her face is sullen. Usually this father's son is cheerful and smiling," said his father.
"Today, Ara is very upset with her friends at school," said Ara, in a tone of agitated voice and a frown on her face
"Upset why, dear" his mother asked again
"Ara is mad at her friends at school. On Monday Ara reads Ara's own poetry but friends say her poetry is bad, even some of her other friends don't seem to care when Ara is reading poetry. Then on Tuesday Ara tries to read poetry by Poet Khalil Gibran but Ara pretends that the poetry that Ara reads is Ara's own work and the result is still friends mocking and saying, "Ara, your poems are ugly. Haven't you ever been hurt?" Then this day Ara went back to reading Ara's own poetry, but Ara pretended that the poetry she was reading was the work of the poet William Shakespeare. Only then did my friends respond, "This is just a poem. Cool and charming" Ara answered at length
"That's called Argumentum Ad Verecundiam and Ad Hominem, Ara," Yani, who likes philosophy, also commented on Ara's story
Ara, who didn't understand the term, asked "What does that mean, Sis?"
"It means judging something or someone is seen because of the person not because of his work. Like Ara's story earlier" Yani replied
"Ara still don't understand" Ara said with a little smile
"Ara, it's not time to study philosophy, Yani. So explain in simple language," said his father Hearing his father's words
Yani did not answer, just smiled.
After a few seconds the conversation stopped, Ara said again, "Does Ara's poetry have to be recognized first? Or does every poem that Ara writes has to pretend that it's the work of a famous poet?"
"You don't have to be like that, honey. You have to be confident in your own poetry. Whatever the result, you have to enjoy the process. All famous poets must have gone through what Ara is going through right now," replied her mother, hugging Ara's body
"Do you remember what Father used to say that there is a saying that the biggest mistake of dreamers is not failure, but quitting and giving up before enjoying success. So, your son must be enthusiastic and stay optimistic. Ready? Said his father.
"Ready Daddy" replied Ara with an enthusiastic tone and a cheerful facial expression
The End