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I gasped, eyes that slowly start suddenly wide-eyed. Along the way I just sat and occasionally leaned my forehead against the windshield of the bus that drove me fast and tens of other passengers.
Hufft .. Shocked. The baby cry from the row of passenger seats behind it, breaking the loneliness as the other passengers were sleeping. Because the short needle on the watch had twice crossed the nine-day mark, even though it was still a strong light of aggression breaking through the mountain.
A row of frozen evergreen trees and houses whose chimney kept pouring smoke, seemed to be a common sight along the curb. As well as the snowy grains that come down gently accompany every activity of the people here throughout the year.
Inuvik. Small town in the Northwest Territories region of Canada. It only takes a few hours for the sun to rise again after being immersed in the region. Even when winter comes, there is almost no day in the day. The region is home to 3500 households, of which 100 are Muslim. There are only a few indigenous Muslims in this area, others are immigrants from Pakistan, Egypt, and Nigeria.
They were just settled in the northern region, precisely Northerly Village. That's where the entire Muslim population of this region live. Minorities whose existence is now increasingly marginalized to the northern edge.
Highlight my eyes staring at the ceiling of the bus room again drifting in silence. It felt like the return trip was much longer than it was six years ago, where the mother's body was slowly shrinking down the street, with the hands she waved on to make my passion.
My gaze captures some of the past memory shadows that seem to extend a hand to draw the imagination soar, leading to a moving cycles.
Slowly the eyelids began to feel so heavy. The past opaque sketches were so strongly about to pursue me.
"What about mother. Will you come along? I can not let her in that long time. "I promise.
"But, boy. It's just your chance. I do not want to just put your future in this place. The world is vast, son. "The twilight woman was stunned.
"Precisely because of that, ma'am. The place was not close. What if ... "
"You can take care of yourself. Here all are brothers, mothers can still feel safe when they are around them. "Assertive mother.
"But not ..."
"Asraf. You must take care of yourself, son. Keep your faith. Ottawa is not like here, there are a million kinds of people you do not expect there. "He said trying to convince.
"In that case, I'll often call asking for news from you." Cetukku.
