It’s been long since I last write down some of my thoughts. It’s never too late to start again, I guess. To start with an end of something. End of not one and not two, but too many lives.
I’ve read a book entitled Einstein’s Dream by Alan Lightman. In that book, Einstein’s Relativity Theory was explained as a series of imaginative world where time was literally, relative. Time was the key in each of the world. In one world, time stood still, still relevant with its absence. People enjoyed the stillness, everyone was cheering, taking their endless time. In other world, time swifted by so quickly that everyone felt being chased by it. Everybody always looked over their shoulders to see if their time was catching up with their pace. Everybody felt their time was running out. And thus, this time, at the turn of the year 2004 to the year 2005, time stood still in the north coast of Sumatera Island, Indonesia.
At December 26th 2004, Aceh and North Sumatera, along with several countries like Sri Lanka, Thailand, India, and few countries in east Africa, were strucked by an earthquake, followed by tsunami ramping and tearing out everything up until several kilometers from the shore line. Even the shore line was gone. Tens of thousands, and not impossible up to one hundred thousands lives were gone in a matter of hours. Houses were destoyed. Lives lost. Laughes and smiles gone.
Bodies soon were piling up, scattered, and unidentifiable because they were starting to decay. They said the collective smell of the dead bodies even spread out until 2 km radius. Too frightening to see, too scary to even imagine. Help from all over the country, and from outside this country, up until now is still reaching out to victims. Volunteers departed to the ground zero to give their own help directly. Even one from where I live in just departed today, they say. Muhamad Adha Ilhami, or Aad, felt like he was called to go there, and as soon as he got permission from his parents, he went there.
To be continued…, got finals to go through.