It was one Thursday afternoon. I was
on my way to the prayer room at the basement, situated on an office building in
southern Jakarta. I wanted to hear a sermon. I always love doing that. As I entered the prayer room area, a man said,
“Hey Mister”. I knew he said that to me.
He was mocking me. Hearing that, I felt angry. I stared at him, but I said
nothing. Then I decided to continue to go to the prayer room.
I listened to the sermon from the
beginning until the end. It was a good one. However, that is not what I am
going to talk about here. I am talking about the mocking. Since I was a child,
I am often bullied because of my skin color, which is different from most
Indonesians.
Being treated like that often
discourages me. However, I must not give up since I believe that I have strengths
and potentials. Besides, why should I
care about what strangers say? Most of them do not know anything about me. Many
of them even cannot speak English fluently. So, I should trust myself that I
can be a better person.
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