Daddy's Daughters go Climb

I don’t really know what am i doing here, i’m just walking –it called walk when you move your foot one after another, and looking at the pebbles that scattered on the lane. My legs hurt very much, i am at the ultimate level of exhaustion. My mind at unknowingly state. I should have fainted if i continue this climb, but something force me to move forward, swing my feet even if it feels heavy and injured. I don’t know anymore. I don’t care anymore.

Thankfully we arrived at the descending lane, and my step feels much lighter than before, then i stop over the last post before the next climb. Everyone congratulate me for my success being conscious and not faint.
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My mistake, i have to admit, to do random things every weekend. And this counted as one of random thing, the most random i have done: climbing the mountain!

Actually i never thought it will be this way when Ukhti Ayu first told me to escort her and some FKMKI newbies to some trip, we named it: rihla, to Parangloe. I said, o yes, i need to do this favor for my lovely sisters. All i have to do is driving her to Parangloe, helping for the outbond, eating –my favorite part, and going home. Hence, i accept to drive her there. But wait, it is totally different from what i have imagined.
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I thought i need some more rest when mas’ul (leader) of FKMKI said we need to gather and continue the climb. The next climb will be very steep. He means: real steep. Then we gather and pray before i swing my feet again.
So, as mas’ul said: it is real steep lane. I barely can say this is human lane. I was totally afraid then. When i see downhill, it look like i’m gonna be tumbled down and die. It was slippery and high. I heard some swifty sound nearby, and i see it: the waterfall!The exhaustion and the wound are washed away by the pure water of the river and the beautiful scenery. I take my wudhu there, and pray over the stone. We have taujih together, and i feel very thankful toward Allah for giving me such... such different moments i never find before.
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Still, we have the climb up and down before going home. Not that i’m home, i memorize that weekend as the most precious one for me.
Alhamdulillah.