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Intro. That morning, the village air was still wet with dew. The rice fields around the Al-Hikmah Islamic boarding school shine silver, while the sound of crowing chickens is accompanied by the ringing of clappers from the patrol post. The small, rocky road that divides the village looks empty, only occasionally passed by mothers carrying baskets of vegetables and fathers in caps going to the mosque. In the courtyard of the cottage, hundreds of students were lined up neatly. That day was the ceremony for the start of the new school year. The male students stood on the right side wearing sarongs and white koko shirts, while the female students were on the left side, neatly veiled with simple pastel robes. The leader of the lodge had just stepped up to the pulpit when a

Alhidayah Islamic Boarding School

@Kazuo Ryoichi