dad! We are on the beach Ujong Blang, sorry not have time to say goodbye, please permit dad, do not be angry dad?
We do not want to lose the chance of joking with the waves, playing with sand because this god's grace only belongs to the rich, I do not know dad…
We are afraid of losing the opportunity to see the sea without pay
Reportedly, across the Sunda Strait our friends missed opportunity, they can not see the sea anymore moreover playing with sand because high rise building blocked
Dad, we are happy ...
Let us play all day before this beach belongs to a group of people only, please
Sorry my son Palestin & Nasya, father fell asleep for a moment, play until you are satisfied
I will soon follow you
Dad also wants to invite you to enjoy sand of Ujong Blang beach , sleep my children while there is a chance, The coastline is getting closer to the road, Maybe not anymore, this sand turns into asphalt
Play until satisfied… until tired to stop you,
30 years ago, in this place a lot of spruce and Pandan Thorns, unfortunately you can not see anymore because the time has been cut down, play until satisfied my children, before the shore touches the asphalt, uncles pull trawling lands at here to get the fish.
I’m sorry I can tell only, used tobe our goalpost was in the middle of the sea , Not breakwaters,
fowl pulls trawlers here, sorry I did not show to you anymore, enjoy it before the beach become memories only,
Come on palestin,
enjoy our childhood before adult picks up .. this happiness without burden, without hatred, and peace.
Dad said, as adults come then happiness will move away, slowly, the longer the farther away, Opaque then disappear from view
Why sister ?
I do not know brother! Maybe for those who must be complicated, make us simple, play and laugh. Adults dishonest, full of falsehood and pretense, too many theories, feel smart, so that they can no longer enjoy the beauty of the sea and the clouds because they soul is no longer calm, look straight into the middle of the ocean like there is a dividing line of the sky. They can not even see it, the middle line that sorts the color fascinates the eyes because they accustomed to talking about winning or losing in various ways..
Let's pray sister to never become adults !
No Palestin, daddy said its could not brother because happiness not only belongs to us but also belong to the next generation.
The problem, do we want to think about it ? for the happiness we have enjoyed now to be inherited, not only us who enjoy it .
Daddy please tell the adults, we do not want the children here to lose their childhood like our generation in Syria, Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan or Rohingya.
Dad, tells them not to pretend anymore, we invite them to live on the truth and sincerity.
Ujong Blang Beach - Lhokseumawe, Aceh
Best regards Nasya & Palestin
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