Written by Mega Ai
It’s been a long time I didn’t write anything. There are too many things that I have to do. But I am trying not to make it as an alibi. I realize that I just need to learn again about time management that I’ve ever learned before. I also realize that I actually have plenty of time to do all my activities and my responsibilities. It is just a matter of management once again. Huff…
Alright, I don’t know for sure why I always interested to write about my beloved country, Indonesia. But again, I am going write about it. My country, Indonesia, is a very rich country. I am sure about that. And the world knows that. But I will not deny the fact that poverty is everywhere. Just take a look in every single corner of the city, beggar is everywhere. Even though there is a new regulation about prohibition of giving money to the beggar, they are still there. After the regulation, all I can do is just looking at them while saying “Poor them,” always like that, again and again. I hate myself because what I can do is nothing at this moment. I want to do something. Really! But, I will not lie myself that it’s quite difficult to respect them. Wait, I do respect the people, but I cannot respect their way to look for the money. It’s very difficult for me. It’s like a dilemma. Oh, people, please stop begging like that.
It’s an experience, bad experiences exactly; it’s related to the beggar. When I was stopped in the intersection of the street, a beggar comes to me and shows me his bottle as a place to receive the money. In front of the traffic light of this intersection, I saw a sign about the prohibition to give money to the beggar, so it’s easy for me to say no. You know, there is not only one beggar here. But there around three or four beggars. So, what’s the function of prohibition sign for? That’s ironic, right?
Anyway, In Indonesia, there is a difference term between beggar and the street singer (in Bahasa Indonesia, it is called as pengamen). For me, the essence of those two is the same; there is no difference between the one who don’t bring the music instrument and the one who brings music instrument in my perspective. They are the same beggar for me.
However, I will obey the rule, so I will not give any money to the beggar. Moreover, looking at them has a big body, I become surer not to give them money. Come on! They are still young, they are strong, and they must able to work. They are just lazy in my opinion. So, how can we help them if they do not want to help themselves? How can we struggle to help them if they don’t even want to do some efforts? Arrived home, you know what happened? I saw a scratch in the body of the car. Huff. Now it’s happened to me after couple days before it happened to my friends. Okay, it is not a negative thinking, but I am sure about it. The beggar scratches the body of the car. It’s often happened. Previously, I’ve already known that it’s going to happen to me someday. And today it is happened. I am very disappointed toward this phenomenon. I am very disappointed toward them.
Even though, sometimes I feel very bad looking at the very old beggar or defect beggar. I sometimes really want to help by giving them some money. But again, I am facing a dilemma. I always convince myself that it is not the right thing to do. I will not help them even I am giving money. Because what they need is actually a long life fulfillment.
Remember again about the beggar with big and strong body, sometimes makes me think that what a bad country it is. But today, I am sure that I wrong.
This is my story today. When I was going to go to somewhere, I saw a kid ride the “Andong”. “Andong” is the name of one of traditional transportations in Indonesia. It’s using horse power; usually it’s using one horse to pull the “Andong”. “Andong” can bring six people, include the driver or we called it “Kusir”. Yeah, like I said before, the “Kusir” of this Andong is a kid, maybe he is just 12 years old. Oh my God, he is too young to work. And I am sure that he helps his parents to look for the money.
And when I was going to go home, after taking care of my business, I decided to buy “serabi”. It is a traditional food, like a cake which is made by pulverizes rice. It is a very nice traditional food. With a little bit chocolate in the middle of this cake, makes it yummier. You know who seller of this traditional cake? The seller is a very beautiful and very old lady. I am sure that her age is above is 60 years. But look, she is working for her life.
Not only that, let’s take a look in every single day we passes. We saw many Indonesian people are struggling very hard for their life. Look at the public city bus driver, he is still doing his job even it’s hard. Look at the milk seller; he is still coming to one house to another house to offer the milk even it’s very tiring. Look at that old lady, she still walking around to offer the rice and the dishes for the breakfast even she has no much left energy. They are still struggling. They are still holding on in a very hard condition that our country faced nowadays.
I am disappointed toward few people, but I am proud toward many people in this country’s land. However, I love my country, Indonesia.
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