Over two decades the school have been producing scholars from the antiquity treasure, the legacy of muslims scholars that have been abundant for decades. for years, these aspiring scholars have been trying to revitalize scholarly work that was translated by the orientalist, and gives new breath in order to place the knowledge on the righteous place, the way the scholars wanted it to be interpreted, yet the insipid attitude towards knowledge now, have lost in translation. the management team, the brainless of the brain-- decided to yank out the soul, the root of knowledge and replace for the pseudo betterment of the school.
and the now the school, remains in loop.
the students are baffling, not sure where exactly their direction. moving around like a lost souls seeks refuge in the alien island, yet look so familar.
the place where the evils beginning to take place.
The place where the rock fountain replace with keris,
the place where the thinking is a accidental mistakes,
the place where reading and thinking are only applicable if the Shadow of God approves,
the place where wanting to be critical is a crime.
lets just mourn for my school.
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