Prayer Changes Everything
introductions

Zahra Khairunnisa used to be called Nisa that's my name, I was raised by Grandpa and Grandmother because my parents divorced in my childhood of about 2 years.

for me they are the source of life that cares for, nourishes and raises me.

my mom was married at 3 years old and my dad went nowhere.

we lived four years with my mother's sister, my Uncle, who is now in 2nd grade high school.

I was born into a simple family, my grandmother and my grandfather became a porters picking tea at the plantation, a job that is not easy, but they live it patiently because that's one of the livelihoods of the villagers here who are usually occupied.

Since my mother left me with my grandmother, I was taken care of at that time because Grandpa and Grandma always leave the morning home at dusk.

until the age of 6 years where my memories and thoughts began to be strong, I immediately entered elementary school without tk/paud dlu.

There I began to be independent because I understood the situation Grandpa and Grandma were so busy, I began to bathe myself to tidy everything myself.

I was among the students who responded quickly in the first grade I was the third person who could read and write by himself even though the writing was not very good, and ranked 3rd in the first and second grades.

My uncle had started odd jobs, in the first three semesters my grades were down where my uncle was angry, I was locked in a dark room because I wasn't good at math multiplication.

I cried hoping that Uncle would open the door.

"crying does not solve the problem, which there are puffy eyes hoarseness, think about what is the mistake and the point of the problem if you do not understand or can not understand, ask the person who understands and understands the problem, ask the person who understands the problem, don't just stand by" said my uncle while turning on the lights.

I tried my best to finish the multiplication and gave the result to my uncle.

"good effort, Uncle promised that Nisa ranked again in this class later Uncle bought her favorite chocolate Nisa yes" he said stroking my head, he knows very well what my favorite is and he is also one of the people who loves me the most.

I kept learning to wish me better grades from the first semester, and what I've been working on all this time paid off and I ranked second, of course Uncle kept that promise.

the class hike soon arrived various preparations have been done, some are learning regional dance, singing, sixth grade separation and others.

"Nisa if you can't memorize it can be read on the stage really" said the beautiful teacher surprised me.

"huuuuuhhhhh" let out a long sigh

how can I live this poem.

that day began with the recitation of the holy verse of the Quran followed by the sixth grade farewell, continued the dance of the children and sang and arrived when he took the stage for me.

trembling and again the confidence was gone.

" i'm going to read you a poem called mom" I said quivering

"mother"

"mother, you are like a light that has no two"

"love, protect the matchless"

"your tenderness is the heaven of the world"

"your love is a real protector"

"your decisions are a perfect sense of security"

"mother, your sacrifice is precious"

"there is no equal reply"

"mother"

"my paradise is you"

"my soul is your sacrifice"

"my life is thanks to your affection"

what is written on the paper is only that but I put it together a little bit

"your cow that I've always missed"

"wherever you are, always remember me"

I do not feel my tears dripping reading the last 2 verses felt so slashed because I missed.