I lived in a boarding school for 12 years. The first stayed at the Nurul Islam pesantren in Karangcempaka, Bluto, Sumenep, Madura from 1999 to 2006. The second attended the Nurul Qarnain pesatren Sukowono, Jember, East Java from 2006 to 2011).
Of course, during those 12 years, there were many stories in my life’s journey. One of them, the story of suffering, which when I remember it, I can’t hold back the tears.
“If I have friends who are also from Jember, I will continue to madrasa aliyah. But, if not, maybe I just arrive at this madrasa tsanawiyah,” said Hafi to his father, Abdul Halim, by telephone during the seconds of receiving the sign. graduation of MTs Nurul Islam Karangcempaka Bluto Sumenep Madura, in June 1999.
Then the father was busy looking for children from several acquaintances who would be persuaded to comply with his son’s request. He called his friends. He visited the houses of his neighbours. He was looking for information about whose children wanted to continue their education to the junior high school or high school level in the new year’s school at that time.
After a few days, his efforts paid off. He found a child from his fellow organization in the community. And that child is none other than me. At that time, I had just graduated from elementary school. And my father, Khomsu, had been planning for a long time to send me home and to send me to the island of Madura. Turns out, tit for tat. It’s a relief.
On Tuesday afternoon, July 6, 1999, the stunning twilight testified that my father, Mr Halim and Mr Halim departed from Garahan to Tawang Alun, driving Mr Husen’s car, Mr Halim’s neighbour. Precisely at 19.05 WIB, we arrived at Tawang Alun and immediately looked for a bus to Madura.
A moment later, father and Mr Halim brought their belongings. Enter into the bus garage. Meanwhile, I carried a carrying bag containing some clothes and snacks from my mother for snacks on the bus.
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It’s been a month since I’ve adapted to new friends and the pesantren environment. However, it is tough for him to change his usual behaviour at home. Moreover, my friends always speak Madurese, even their accents are different, according to their respective regions. Moreover, because I am in the al-Arabi area, it is clear that I am required to recite Arabic takallum at all times.
Must be full of struggle to master two languages while at home never get used to it. I often hear the Madurese language when I go shopping with my mother to the market where most traders are Madurese. Arabic too, as I never got used to takallum, except reading it when reading the Koran in the prayer room. I also have to run to catch up on the language. I am more active in learning Arabic from Ustaz and seniors who have been studying for longer. I also asked Hafi a lot about the Madurese language.