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Beyond the Hope

By: Aulia Roudhatuz Zahra Salsabila

The sun's scorching sound in the midday sky,
shaking the burning air. The heat pierced the skin, while

the dry wind blew without cooling. The chime of the

village clock echoed loudly, marking exactly twelve
o'clock in the afternoon. In the midst of the burning and

scorching heat, stood a small human in the middle of the
playground. While ignoring the blue clothes that were

wet from sweat with a brown woven hat that almost
covered his face, his tiny hands were busy stirring the

grains of time.

His hands were busy digging, scooping, and

forming small mounds as if he were building a secret
kingdom. A small red plastic bucket and a yellow toy

shovel were his mainstay weapons. Every now and then
he chuckled, his eyes narrowed in the reflection of the

light, but his lips still smiled with satisfaction.

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