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Quote ~ May 7, 2014March 9, 2015 ~ husnizainal

If I die alone, may the story of my life finds the soul mate in other people’s heart.

Future is death, present is life, embrace the time.

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Enam bulan terakhir, setengah kaki saya berpijak di Sudan Selatan sementara setengahnya lagi berpijak di Sudan (utara). Bertugas lintas batas dan berada di tengah dua kubu yang bertikai selalu memberi nuansa pelik terlebih di daerah seperti Nil Biru dimana deru Antonov serta bising Kalasnikov masih nyaring terdengar dalam mimpi buruk penduduknya. Layanan kesehatan pun hampir nihil, tak jarang pos kesehatan yang kami temui tidak lebih dari sebuah pondok rumbia setengah jadi, dilengkapi pereda nyeri serta antibiotik generasi pertama sebagai obat paripurna. Lebih dari dua dekade daerah ini tak mengenal vaksinasi, membuat wabah penyakit hilang timbul sembari merenggut ratusan nyawa. Kegiatan kami cukup sederhana; Mengantarkan obat-obatan, membimbing tenaga kesehatan, memberi vaksinasi serta menangani kasus-kasus medis yang lebih pelik dari sekadar malaria. Tapi menjangkau Nil Biru bukan perkara sederhana, tak jarang kami harus melintas sungai dengan motor Quad diatas kepala & ransel obat yang menjadi pelampung. Tidur pun terkadang menjadi lebih pelik dari sekadar menghempas badan di kasur. Tiap-tiap dari kami harus membangun tenda saat malam tiba, seringnya di tanah lapang, di tengah reruntuhan bangunan yang sedekade yang lalu rubuh dihantam bom, atau di depan bilik-bilik rumah yang penduduknya berbaik hati berbagi halamannya. Kalau lagi beruntung, seorang dari kami bisa tidur diatas mobil yang menjadi satu-satunya ruang kedap air tatkala hujan turun. Makanan pun harus kami jatah, untuk memastikan ransum kalengan dapat bertahan hingga akhir misi. Perkara “hidup sederhana” mungkin kami semua sudah khatam teori serta praktiknya. Tetapi ini bukan perkara hidup sederhana, bukan pula perihal eksotisme Afrika, atau pun petualangan yang memberimu romantisme pelajaran. Ini sekadar pilihan pekerjaan oleh orang-orang seperti saya yang senang ditampar oleh realita bahwa di luar sana masih banyak manusia yang tak tersentuh nikmat Tuhan seperti saya, masih banyak yang merangkul malam tanpa pelita, dan masih banyak nama-nama yang hilang dan terlupakan tanpa rekam jejak hingga jasadnya terkubur. Dan untuk mereka, kami bergerak dan bersuara.

Hanging out with the girls from Werish village. The school hours have just finished and they stopped by at Mayak to fetched water before heading home. I asked them of where they kept the donkey when they attend class? And they told me that they have a special “tukul/house” to park the Donkey together with the jerry cans. FYI, Werish is located 4 hours walk from the school and water point.

Little girl from Uduk tribe, in ❤️ with the head piece, the necklace and her eyes! I met her during my field trip in the Maban area.

Oh that joy of finding the comfort of Indonesia, 8541 km away from home! Let it be at the coldest day in London or the warmest night in Sudan, @indomie is my ultimate comfort food! 🍜 #fortheloveofnoodles

I don’t know about you, but my commute to work is always give me the Jurassic Park vibes! 🌴🦕

My colleague from MSF Indonesia is organising an event at Grand Indonesia. Make sure to come and visit #MedicinesNotBombs Exhibition! For more info, please visit @msf_indonesia instagram bio. :)

I met them halfway the river bank with big prize on their shoulder. The young boy who hold the spear was the one who scored the trophy. Murle boys excelled in hunting skill! I’m genuinely impressed. 🏹

Over 1K children screened for malnutrition and 2K dosage of vaccines administered in one of the hardest-to-reach area in South Sudan. I’m so proud of the team! Such a great achievement to celebrate the world immunisation week 💉🧡

I encountered this “school” when I tracked down the Murle population up to their dry season settlement near the Boma national park, as a response to an alarming food insecurity and nutrition situation following the hunger gap period across the nation. The school has only three classes, each located under a tree with a sole blackboard and makeshift stools. One teacher taught the Alphabets, whereas next to it another teacher was conducting a lesson on basic algebra, and the last class taught basic English. There is no admission system neither age limit to attend this school. Each children voluntarily join the class, some of them walk for hours or crossing river to reach the place. Some even take the opportunity to graze their cattle while attending the school (Murle tribe is a pastoralist community and a boy as young as 13 years has taken the responsibility to graze the herd). Following the season, the school often moves to different location but the pattern is always similar; under a group of trees near the river. “What do you do when it’s rain?” I asked the teacher. “Will you cancel the class?” I guessed, but surprisingly not, the teacher will wait for any student to come and continue the class as long as the pupil is there, and those who seek the knowledge must be respected. I adore the kids and the teachers, their determination, spirit and effort to obtain knowledge; but also feel sad to observe the inequality. All children should live up to their best interests and potential, and it starts at school!

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