"Watch out, Soni comes, Soni comes, He comes " My
friends shouted in excitement while looking at his face. "Son, son lapo
koen"*, they scolded him and tried throw
him out. Ignoring us, he just passed us while looking down at the ground,
so silent.
(* the writer feels so sad and wants to cry when he remembers about this
experience, memorizes of this story). Yes, he
is Soni. A
short name that I
know from my friends. He is a slum man with only a cloth, which is never be cleaned and changed
with another. I don’t know how many years he wears it. It is a ragged cloth, so
dirty. His hair is so dirty matted hair. His pants is also tattered. There is
torn there and here. It makes his buttock is visible when he walks
To the point, Soni is
a crazy man who frequently passes in the village where I
lived with my grandmother. I do not know exactly why
he becomes mad. I know his condition from my friends and see the fact that he is really the person who is not sane. This
experience happened when I studied in junior high school. If I may guest, He aged about fourteen or more.
Now,
I've moved on from there. I live with my family happily. I
work, have a house, a car
and motorcycles. I have a
wife and two great sons. But I never forget this
issue. A social
problem that is often forgotten or ignored
Back to the discussion of soni, My heart is
very sad when imagining. No one cares him. How is his condition now? Is he getting
so old? Does He still often walk to pass our
village? Are there people who give him something to eat and
drink?
Soni, I had no intention of jeering, ridicule, mock and even
expulsion. Help me! Please forgive me!. Here, in
a far away place and I do not know whether you were alive or
dead, I will
pray for you always so that you may quickly recover,
be healthy and return to and together with your family. O Allah, Allahummaghfirlahu
warhamhu, wa'aafihii wa'fu 'anhu. Believe me,
my Lord and your
Lord will always forgive you.
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*In java language
means, “Son, What are you doing?”.
