I’ve been living in Indonesia which has so many cultures such as of races, ethnicities, and religions. Indonesia consist of many islands, and i’m the lucky one to have lived on various islands because of my
father's job that requires to moves around. I was born in in Jakarta-capital city of Indonesia. Then I moved to Bali-Denpasar, then Surabaya-East Java, then to Makassar-South
Sulawesi, and now in Malang-East Java. A lot, huh? believe
me, my parents have moved even more before I was born, they’ve visited almost all the places in Indonesia.
Maybe because of my background, I’ve many friends from various racial, ethnic, religious and cultural backgrounds. I don't think they are different because they are all Indonesian and the most important thing is they’re good to me and to others. I'm used to adapt quickly to new environments, making new friends, and learning new languages. It's a good thing, despite the fact that I’ve forgotten all my childhood friends and only remember a small memory of it.
I have Christian and Hindu friends, Chinese, Batak, Javanese, one of them also become my bestfriend. I learned a lot from them, I respect them if there's something they did is different from mine, i see it as a beautiful difference.
However, as I grow up, as I meet people who have different point of views with me. They hate differences, and believe that their culture or religion as the best, then end up to judging or stereotyping others easily without knowing them first. I’m sad, very sad. But I still appreciate them because maybe they haven't felt what I feel. I’ve one relative who hates differences, she doesn't like chineese and christians. We always argued about this, until finally I decided to give up and choose to be quiet because I didn't want us to fight anymore.
One day, we went out of town to take a walk. We passed a new toll road because we read the newspaper that said it was new, so that toll was free. we don't bring an e-toll. And it’s really shocking that it turns out to pay when we pass through. It’s getting worse, there were no officers, and there’s no going back. We pulled over the car and asking for help from another car that passing by. I saw there was a license plate from the same city as mine and Muslim, just like me.. my relative and i were very happy because they would definitely help us. How disappointed I am, it turns out that the person refused to help us for various reasons. Maybe they were scared because we’re foreigners. Then there's another car with license plate from Jakarta and they’re chineese. I asked the car for help and I was very surprised because they’re willing to help and give us their e-toll card. When we want to give back the money that we’ve used, the chineese rejects and says that they help sincerely.
In the car, my relative who hated chinesse praised and admired the chineese who had helped us earlier. We continuing our journey and looking for toll exit to avoide of having the next e-toll payment. We drove and didn't find an exit toll and instead, met the next toll payment, and guess what? the chineese was waiting for us because they knew we'd be confused with the e-toll card, again. How good they are, God.. We thank the chineese many times and finally find an exit toll and we return to own destinations separately.
I was very touched by this experience, God showed me the truth in an amazing way. Everyone is the same and we have no right to judge others. With this experience, I learned that if we're doing the right thing, we have to fight for it, but if it still doesn't work, then wait until people who are different with us experience the “events” that can make them able to open their mind and heart. Stay good with everyone, because we won't know who will help us when we’re in difficult situation. Let’s spread love, not hate! :)
Maybe because of my background, I’ve many friends from various racial, ethnic, religious and cultural backgrounds. I don't think they are different because they are all Indonesian and the most important thing is they’re good to me and to others. I'm used to adapt quickly to new environments, making new friends, and learning new languages. It's a good thing, despite the fact that I’ve forgotten all my childhood friends and only remember a small memory of it.
I have Christian and Hindu friends, Chinese, Batak, Javanese, one of them also become my bestfriend. I learned a lot from them, I respect them if there's something they did is different from mine, i see it as a beautiful difference.
However, as I grow up, as I meet people who have different point of views with me. They hate differences, and believe that their culture or religion as the best, then end up to judging or stereotyping others easily without knowing them first. I’m sad, very sad. But I still appreciate them because maybe they haven't felt what I feel. I’ve one relative who hates differences, she doesn't like chineese and christians. We always argued about this, until finally I decided to give up and choose to be quiet because I didn't want us to fight anymore.
One day, we went out of town to take a walk. We passed a new toll road because we read the newspaper that said it was new, so that toll was free. we don't bring an e-toll. And it’s really shocking that it turns out to pay when we pass through. It’s getting worse, there were no officers, and there’s no going back. We pulled over the car and asking for help from another car that passing by. I saw there was a license plate from the same city as mine and Muslim, just like me.. my relative and i were very happy because they would definitely help us. How disappointed I am, it turns out that the person refused to help us for various reasons. Maybe they were scared because we’re foreigners. Then there's another car with license plate from Jakarta and they’re chineese. I asked the car for help and I was very surprised because they’re willing to help and give us their e-toll card. When we want to give back the money that we’ve used, the chineese rejects and says that they help sincerely.
In the car, my relative who hated chinesse praised and admired the chineese who had helped us earlier. We continuing our journey and looking for toll exit to avoide of having the next e-toll payment. We drove and didn't find an exit toll and instead, met the next toll payment, and guess what? the chineese was waiting for us because they knew we'd be confused with the e-toll card, again. How good they are, God.. We thank the chineese many times and finally find an exit toll and we return to own destinations separately.
I was very touched by this experience, God showed me the truth in an amazing way. Everyone is the same and we have no right to judge others. With this experience, I learned that if we're doing the right thing, we have to fight for it, but if it still doesn't work, then wait until people who are different with us experience the “events” that can make them able to open their mind and heart. Stay good with everyone, because we won't know who will help us when we’re in difficult situation. Let’s spread love, not hate! :)
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