This picture reminds me of my dad . He's currently servicing the country for as long as I can remember. I remember when he left the family for nearly 2 years to work in Afrika. It was a hard time for my family .
Viewing the future, he will be the person who will fight whenever catastrophe or chaos flooded in this country. He will be mudded with blood and corpses , with riffles and snapes vomiting the bullet.His very own life is perhaps like a gambling dice at that time. Before I knew, his body was stranded in a bloody ground , gasping the air to live , while huffingly saying the kalimah syahadah.
I could not bear the dreadful views. It kills my soul.